[Sequel of Warm Love, hence can't be read as a standalone.]
In the first phase, Reyansh concealed a web of mysteries, but as they stand face to face once more, it's Kiraz who holds the tantalizing secrets waiting to be unveiled. These hidden truths...
Credit for this chapter goes to every Zombie movie or series, I watched😭
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"Four floors. Twenty-five on each floor. A hundred in total, and she's in the basement."
"A cause for concern," Rajiv replies, his distress evident. "We're on the top floor."
"A reason not to stop." I unbutton my vest, a cold grin spreading across my face. "I'm selfish. For her, I'll become a bloodthirsty monster if need be." There's no trace of remorse in my words.
"Man, you're insane," the other says, pulling his hands away from his teeth, his nails half chipped.
"She tells me the same thing." I shrug peeling off my vest and throwing it aside, my calloused fingers deftly unclasping the diamond cufflinks. "Where do they store the munitions?"
"Ground floor," Rajiv replies, his voice barely a whisper as he steps away from the door.
I roll up my shirt sleeves to my elbows, the inked skin coming up. "Good. I'll lead. Rajiv will be in the middle, and you Rajat will cover the hindmost. Are we clear?"
"No," the twins reply in unison. My jaw ticks. My patience was barely hanging.
I tipped my head towards the door, my eyes giving away the cold fury as the twins gulps palpably. "You know what you're supposed to do."
Rajat shakes his head, his fear profound. "Can't we wait for your men to come and find her?"
And, that's the last nail to the coffin. My patience snaps. In one swift motion, I slam Rajat against the wall, pressing the barrel of the gun hard against his throat. "She's my woman," I growl, my voice cold and deadly. "I'm not going to sit around and wait for someone else to save her. You understand me, or do I need to make you understand?"
Rajat's eyes widen in terror, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he nods frantically. "Yes, I get it. Please... let me go."
I slowly lower the gun but keeping my gaze locked on Rajat, a warning still evident in the black charcoal eyes of mine. "Good for you," with a pat I lets him go, "Any doubt?"
Both the twins shake their heads, their legs trembling. "Crystal clear."
My lips purses in a mocking smile, nodding subtly as I stand before them, raising my gun at Rajat. The man shakes in his place, while his twin takes his spot on the ground. Rajat lies down, clutching his stomach keeping his head on his brother's laps, "Ready?"
I kick Rajat's shin hard, causing him to moan in pain. "Ouch—" His words are swallowed by the deafening ring of a bullet in the air. I swiftly moved to the door, taking cover behind it. Rajat continues to shout in agony, or more accurately, overacts his way out. Rajiv shouts out pleas. That's part of the plan: to open the door.
From behind the door, I hear the hurried footsteps of approaching guards. Taking a deep breath, readying myself, I throw a precise look at the two twins, fingers clutching the hilt of the gun. Empty gun.
