Advait's Jheel || 18+

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Advait Thakre was a cruel, heartless, and merciless mastermind. That day I got to see it with my eyes.

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It felt like my soul froze inside me. No air either entered my lungs or left. The guards, who ran behind me, also stopped and bowed at Vibhuti Thakre whose attention fell on me. He had an intriguing yet sinister glint in his eyes. "Bhaiyaji, she just barged inside. We will escort her--" Vibhuti raised his hand, "no. You both, out." I gulped when Vibhuti walked up to me, "Aren't you the daughter of Yogesh Kumari? Our Advait's classmate?" Eyes shaking, I nodded, bowing my head. He chuckled, "I am sparing you, therefore. But--" Before he could say further, Vitthal Thakre yelled in anger, slapping the Commissioner of police, one after the other, each one tighter than before, "Matherchod! You dared go against me! Bhosdike, people fear even disobeying me! And you, gali ke kutte jaise chale the humare dushmano ki chaatne!"

The commissioner bowed his head, apologizing profusely, "maafi, Mantriji! I had no idea how important that rally was for you. I--" "Abe chup!" I flinched at how loud Vithhal Thakre yelled at the commissioner. I felt the immediate urge to run away. I was trembling in my place. Vibhuti noticed and chuckled, "Don't fear this much. You were not afraid when you just barged in." My voice shook when I said, "Please, let me leave. Let me go." Vibhuti stepped aside and ordered, "Now, you cannot leave. You have to watch everything." I noticed the blood trickling down the commissioner's mouth, forehead, and nose. He was held in place by two of Vitthal's so-called kurta-wearing guards. The commissioner stated in a careful voice, "M-Mantriji, I am sorry --" "Arey yaar! Bole na chup be!" My breath hitched, and my heart stopped when Vithhal Thakre picked up the knife placed on the fruit basket and slit the commissioner's throat within a matter of seconds. The commissioner fell to the floor, gurgling his blood, choking slowly to death. I didn't dare to breathe and stared wide-eyed as Vithhal Thakre spat on the commissioner's face, "Matherchod!" Vibhuti said, amused, "Chachaji, I don't think he is going to live." Vithhal sneered, "Who cares!"

I was frozen in my place. He murdered the commissioner of the police and didn't look a tad bit remorseful and guilty. And these people, god, they just stood and watched. Oh god! Oh god! My eyes met with the commissioner's. I was horrified as he was breathing the last of his life. Vibhuti voiced his concern, "Chachaji, the problem is his body. What should we do with it?" Vithhal stared, thinking. His eyes fell on me and he frowned. I froze in terror, gaze stuck on the commissioner's blood on his face and white Kurta. "What the hell--"

Advait's voice cut off whatever Vitthal was going to say, "Vibhu Bhai, cut his body into pieces and throw them in the ditch near our warehouses. The saw machine you will be using, put it in the opponent party's member's house. Give the tip to the news channels." Vibhuti grinned, "you are going to frame them for murder." I watched Advait, who was wearing headphones, sitting with his laptop on his lap, on the couch in the back of the cabin, stand up. Before Advait could see me, Vibhuti hid me by standing in front of me, effectively blocking Advait's view of me. I heard Advait say, "Yes. Everyone will think the opponent party was trying to frame us by throwing his body pieces in our warehouse but the saw machine in their member's house will be the proof of them murdering the commissioner." Vibhuti praised his brother, "Well planned, Advait!" Vithhal spoke, "what would be the reason for them doing this?" Advait replied, "Revenge on a scapegoat."

Vithhal nodded and left the cabin, probably to change clothes. I felt sick to my stomach, witnessing the murder, their conversation, and inhumanity. I had only heard rumours about Vithhal Thakre and Vibhuti Thakre murdering people. But witnessing it....god! They were monsters!

I watched Advait leave after his father, "Bhai, use gloves. Don't leave any fingerprint on the machine." Vibhuti nodded. I could not believe this! Advait was suggesting everything like it was as simple as cooking food and was normal. He was so sick in the head! God, this whole family is sick! I swore to stay away from them at any cost now. My gut churned with fear and disgust. A man brought a saw machine and gloves, and handed them to Vibhuti, "bhaiyaji." Vibhuti wore the gloves and started the machine.