*~°•SECRETS •°~*

CHAPTER 5

Egnore spelling and grammatical errors as mistake are always done by humans....

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( Violence seen )
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"Water," someone said in a low tone. Buckets full of water were thrown over him.

"AAAAAGGGHHHHHH...," he shouted in pain.

"His voice is so low. Didn't you mix chili in the water?" Dhairya said.

"Sir, 10 packets," the bodyguard replied.

Dhairya nodded his head. "It's not fair," he said, coming closer to the chair. "Not at all."

He signaled to his bodyguards to hold the man's face and open his eyes. They did as instructed. Dhairya poured the entire packet of chili powder into his eyes and tossed the packet aside.

"How dare you touch my sister!" Dhairya shouted.

"I was just ordered to... Ahhhhhhhh!" the man screamed, his words interrupted by a sudden shout of pain. Dhairya was sitting in front of him, holding a drill, which he used to bore into the man's thighs.

"Ahhhh..." he screamed in agony.

"Stop it, stop it, please..." he managed to say. Dhairya stopped, allowing him a brief moment of relief. He took deep breaths but screamed again as Dhairya began cutting the veins in his hand. Dhairya made a few cuts, then stopped, leaving a tense silence. The man's respite was short-lived, however, as sanitizer was sprayed over his wounds.

"Ahhhhh... Sir, please stop it, please," he begged.

"You know," Dhairya said coldly.

"I don't know!" the man replied angrily.

Dhairya picked up the drill again and drilled another hole into his thighs.

"You know them," Dhairya repeated, his gaze unwavering.

"I don't know!" the man replied.

Dhairya drilled into his hand, where the cuts were. The man screamed again.

"Sir, believe me! I don't know who they are!" he pleaded.

"A few days ago, I got a call from a private number. They told me to go to the factory. When I got there, I found a bag full of money, an envelope with pictures of your sister, a letter, and pen drives," the man said. Dhairya listened intently.

"A letter?" Dhairya asked.

"Yes, a letter," the man replied.

Dhairya motioned toward the man's shoes. One of his bodyguards quickly removed them.

"Turn it," Dhairya ordered. "Tear it from the center." The bodyguard followed the instructions, and the shoe opened, revealing a hidden compartment with the letter and pen drive. The bodyguard handed them to Dhairya. He opened the letter and began reading:

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LETTER

She’s Ruhi Malhotra, daughter of Manish Malhotra. This bag contains 5 crores. When you kill her, you will get 15 crores more. She must die before the next tender date, and her death should be brutal.

She follows a strict daily routine. By profession, she is a fashion designer. She arrives at R.M. Fashion Studio at 9 a.m., has lunch at 1 p.m., and leaves for home by 7 p.m. On Sundays, she spends time with her family. She is always accompanied by three to four guards, and her studio has full security.