Advait's Jheel || 18+

🥀5🥀

I had sworn to stay away from Advait Thakre. And him? He wanted to own me like a possession. He was going to break, stomp, and swallow me whole and I wouldn't even realise.

___

"Commissioner of the police, Devendra Singh, who had been missing for days now, has been found! Yes! But, Darshako, in pieces! What has happened to the commissioner is going to shake your soul!

The commissioner, Devendra Singh, who has been a loyal and devoted servant to the country and people, who served every chief minister with loyalty and dedication, was murdered brutally!

He was murdered! Murdered! Murdered!

It is speculated that first, his throat was slit open, and when he was still alive, his body was cut into pieces!

We cannot imagine the cruelty and brutality the commissioner went through before his last breaths.

His body pieces were thrown in a brown sack and dumped in a ditch! And you won't believe where they have been recovered!

From the chief minister, Vithhal Thakre's warehouse!

Mouth-droppingly shocking, right?

Don't think it was the chief minister who has murdered the commissioner. No! It was a dirty plot planned against him by none other than the opponent party.

Vitthal Thakre has always respected everyone working under him. And commissioner, Devendra Singh, was his most trusted and loyal officer.

The opponent party's member used a saw machine to cut the commissioner. The police found the machine in the member's house and with blood-smeared gloves and shirts. It is proof enough for who actually murdered the commissioner and tried to frame the chief minister, hiding their heinous crime.

Vithhal Thakre, the chief minister, expressed his grief and gave his condolences to the grieving family, "I am deeply hurt and disturbed by the merciless and cruel crime, the murder of the commissioner, Devendra Singh. He has worked for me for years and we had connected. He was a family to me. And I swear on him and for the people who are seeking justice to punish the culprits."

I ran into the washroom, vomiting my gut out. I was gagging horribly. I felt tired and weak to my bones. I slumped on the wash basin, watching my reflection in the mirror. My eyes had dark bags and were hollowed out. I looked drained. And I was. I had fallen sick. It had been a week since I fainted. I couldn't sleep, eat, or rest. I was shaken to the depths of my soul. The gore-y images of the murder of the commissioner were stuck in my brain and relentlessly flashed before my eyes. I had nightmares every night. And the news just now freshened the images in my mind. I was restless, anxious, and sick. I couldn't even tell anyone what I was going through. I had never felt so helpless. So... lifeless.

"Jheel, beta.." Aai came and assisted me back to the sofa. Baba glanced at me with a stink eye and gave his full attention to the TV. He grumbled in anger, "Those sick opponents! How dare they frame an innocent and pure man like Vithhal! They must rot in hell!" Aai served Baba his morning tea and aalo paratha, "These people are sick! I cannot believe they went so low to frame Vitthal Thakre ji."

Pure and innocent? Vithhal Thakre was a poisonous snake who killed in broad daylight.

I shook my head in denial when Aai served me Khichdi. I didn't feel hungry. I was unable to stomach anything. I swallowed and weakly said, "What if Vithhal Thakre actually murdered the commissioner?" The intensity with which Baba glared at me froze my heart, "Jheel! How dare you even think of such a ridiculous thing?! Have you lost your mind?! Vithhal is my childhood best friend. I know him. How dare you accuse him of a murder?!" At least, I was assured Baba had no idea of who Vitthal truly was. It was a relief. Aai scolded me, "Jheel, don't ever let such sick thoughts come into your brain. Vithhal Ji has helped us so much. And you? You have disappointed me."