The Devils Salvation

Side story 6

Abhay's PoV

I am sick of her now. How much did she lie? How long was she planning to lie?

This morning, her friend called me and told me everything.

When did she start lying? She never lied as a kid, or did she lie, and I believed it to be the truth like a fool.

"Where are you?" I asked.

"Home," she said casually.

"Come meet me," I said, holding myself from lashing out at her.

"No, you come. I am in no mood to get up from my bed."

I took a deep breath.

"Okay," I said and hung up the call.

I would have killed her if she wasn't my sister.

I immediately drove to her house.

I entered inside and found Rishi sitting on the sofa with a cast on his hand.

I heard he got into an accident a few days ago.

"Where is she?" I asked.

"In the room," he said grumpily. Did they fight?

"How are you?" I asked him.

"Never better," he said sarcastically.

I went to her room and found her and Rakshith playing Ludo.

I saw a suitcase packed beside her bed. Is she leaving for somewhere?

"Hello brother," she waved her hand.

"Hello uncle," Rakshith said.

"Hello," I waved back.

She whispered something in his ear. He nodded and jumped down the bed and left the room, closing the door.

"Did you lie to us about you seeing her go in the room and write a letter," I asked, curling my fingers in a fist. She has no idea how much she hurt me.

"Who told you?" she asked.

"Your friend," I said. She mumbled something.

"Yes or no," I asked.

"Yes," she said without guilt.

"Are you kidding me? Do you realise the amount of misunderstanding you created?" I was baffled by her lack of realisation of her mistake.

"You are an idiot. I thought you would talk it out with her. Who knew you would distance yourself from her and do everything secretly." She tried justifying herself.

"Now, tell me the truth," I demanded.

"Isn't it over? Why do you want to reopen old cases?" she asked.

Don't I deserve to know the truth?

"Tell me," I asked sternly. I am done with being played with.

"Fine. I did receive a letter asking me to bring her there, but I didn't write her back any such letter," she said.

That I know, that woman confessed when we tied them up.

"Everything," I commanded.

"I didn't see her go in. I investigated and found out after you called me when I was in London," she said lying on the bed.

"How did you get the wounds?" That still doesn't explain her wounds.

"I was following someone, and they entered the room attached to the room where your wife was tortured. I went inside, and this happened," she said nonchalantly.

"Why did you blame her when I called you to tell you about my marriage?" I asked. There was no reason for her to lie.

"I thought it was your wife back then who hurt me, but later, when I investigated, I found out it was not her. I was going to make up a lie you would definitely have believed, but you hit me and messed up my flow, remember," she rolled her eyes.

"So, what stopped you from telling the truth," I asked, sitting on the bed beside her. Telling the truth would have saved us from a lot of drama.

"I gave you an easy target, hoping you would move on and live your life, but you made it complicated for yourself. Idiot."

"When did you find out?" Where was I when she got to know about the real reason behind his death? I was shocked to know my father was not the real killer.

"The night you took me to the hospital, I overheard the doctors," she said.

"Did you find the real culprit?"

"Yes, I'm going to kill him in a few days."

"Don't die. Come back alive," I said and got up.

It is her life, and I have already intervened more than I should have.

I should trust her once and let her be free to choose her path. I know she is capable enough to take care of herself.

"Take your company papers. They are on the desk there," she said.

"You can have them, I don't want them back," I said. I already gave it to her.

"How are you planning to make a living then? Begging won't suit you."

I took the papers and left. She is hell-bent on pissing me off these days.

"You convinced her to stay," he asked when I was leaving the living area.

"No," I said, and he was clearly not pleased by my answer.

"Why don't you try?" I asked him.

"What makes you think I didn't try? She wouldn't listen." He was not happy with her decision. So am I.

"Don't worry, she will be alright," I said and left.

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