~~Samaira's PoV~~
"Hello, Meera. We need to meet," I said and hung up.
I drove to a public cafe and sent her the location.
I went in and ordered myself a drink and something to eat.
I sat down, waiting for her.
Meanwhile, I was waiting for a text from Dark Weber.
I have known Dark Weber for a very long time. He helped me quite a lot when I was staying in India.
After grade twelve, I moved to London with Meera, and we lost contact. The website was only accessible on Indian servers.
<Website chats>
DW- I found your scapegoat.
SS- name?
DW- payment first.
SS- price?
DW - two lakhs.
(Is he kidding me? Two lakhs? This amount is ten times what he usually took)
SS - two lakhs?
DW- Inflation...
SS- okay.
(I quickly transferred him money from my London account.)
DW- received.
DW- Shourya Datta and Amulya Datta.
(he also sent an attached file)
<website chat end>
I opened the file. It had all the information I needed. Their biodata, history, basically everything about them.
Shourya was to be wed to my brother's wife, Chaitra. But my dear lovesick brother broke their engagement.
Their father was denied funds in the year the tragedy took place. There comes his motive.
The sister's marriage alliance with Chaitra's brother, Aadrik was broken as well while they were in the talking stage.
Both the brother and sister duo must be furious right now.
He has a history of molestation, easy to make others believe that he is capable of such disgraceful acts. The sister is no good. She helps her brother in covering up his acts. She was quite troublesome in school. She was my classmate.
Getting them killed is me doing a favour to this world. I am cleaning debris and conserving nature.
Meera came to the cafe in that useless disguise. She is only attracting more attention by wearing that scarf around her face.
She has been with me for so long and learnt nothing. She always ends up in serious trouble and will come crying to me to clean up her mess.
"Remove the scarf," I sternly told her. People were staring at us.
"You want a look at my beautiful face," she asked teasingly.
I narrowed my eyes at her with anger. She better do it, or I will.
"Do it," I said in a deeper voice.
She removed the scarf and rolled her eyes in annoyance.
"Our target tonight," I said, passing her my phone.
She had a smirk on her face. She loves trouble. She bathes in them.
I opened my bank account and looked at the depleting balance. My heart aches every time I look at the number of zeros in the end, so less.
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Her Ecstasy
Mystery / Thriller# Book 3 (can be read as standalone) Samaira is an innocent girl whose entire world turned upside down the day her father died. Her father was killed by her uncle, and she witnessed it. But that was a lie her father made her believe. He was alive. H...
