The Mafia's Pure Desire

Chapter 75.

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Avayan regained consciousness and sat down holding his head. Just then his father came there. As soon as he saw his father, he angrily made fists of his hands and without looking at him asked, "Where is my mother?"

"Aruna... Aruna is no more, Avayan." Jaivardhan Ji replied.

As soon as these words reached his ears, he angrily pushed forward the table lying near the bed. He quickly went towards his father and shouted, "So what are you doing here now... When I needed you, when my mother needed you, you did not come so why have you come now?"

His father tried to calm him down, "Son, calm down, I-"

His father had just said this when he angrily pushed him backwards. "Stay away... stay away, I hate you, I hate your existence. I hate you... I hate you." He shouted while crying and sat on the ground.

Gradually he came to know everything, that he had spent the last two years in this hospital and those two years were not even in his life.

That accident had taken away everything from him, his innocence, his smiling face and given him a lifetime of pain and hatred.

Such hatred which burnt Avayan to ashes and gave birth to a new face.

After being discharged from the hospital, he started living here in France, in the same small apartment where he had brought Nitya.

He had hatred in his heart not only for his father but for everyone. The same common people for whom his mother spent her entire life, ultimately snatched her life from her and gave her a brutal painful death.

Seeing his mother dying in front of his eyes, only one thing stuck in his mind that if a mob can kill an innocent person then why can't he kill that mob.

And he started living just to take revenge. The hatred in his heart gradually grew so much that it buried his emotions deep down along with his heartbeats.

To destroy everyone he took his first step into the dark world of the underworld. He spent two years in a hospital bed and then two years in the underworld to make his mark. These four years were such years of his life that he had never even imagined. During these years, no one knew that he was alive except his father.

To avenge his mother's death, he transforms from a sweet and loving boy into a dangerous mafia king 'The Mad Wolf', who is the second name of death to all.

The day when he killed someone for the first time and a devilish smirk appeared on his face instead of fear, Avayan died there and the one who killed was none other than himself.

He stayed here and strengthened his hold in the dark world and then twenty-one year old Avayan Singh Rathore, returned back to India as 'The Mad Wolf', who is the God of Death, a walking death in human form.

And as soon as he returned to India, the first thing he did was to erase all traces of those faces from the world, which were imprinted in his eyes for the last two years. He erased all traces of those people who killed his mother in front of him, he kept killing them one by one without any mercy, counting them.

Flashback End

As soon as he told her all the things about his past, a burden was removed from his chest, because now she knew everything about him, all that he had hidden from her till date.

And at the same time, by sharing with her the pain which he had hidden inside himself till now, he was feeling very different and somewhere a little relieved.

He lay down with his head in her lap and she lovingly caressed his head and started kissing his forehead and face.

She was kissing his forehead lovingly again and again, as if she was consoling a child. He did not react anything and lay quietly with his eyes closed.