The Shadow of Retribution: A tale of vengeance and the price of justice.

Chapter 5

The Present
August 10th, 2025

Sourab has brought me to Universal Studios Singapore. I won’t lie—the place is amazing, but my company isn't. Every time he’s near me, I feel nauseous, like I want to throw up, but that’s something I’d rather do to him. I’ve never been this kind of person—I had anger issues in the past, but Jared turned me into a softer version of myself. Sourab claims he loves me; he brings roses, chocolates, and food. He takes me out, treats me well, and if it weren’t for what he’s done, he might have made a decent boyfriend or even husband. But not for me—not when I’ve been happily married for three years now. Perhaps for someone else, someone who values him and whom he values.

But all of that is meaningless, a life wasted because he took another life. Someone’s son, someone’s brother, someone’s fiancé. And that’s why I can’t allow myself to get soft. If I forgive him, I’m not just betraying D; I’m allowing the same thing to happen to someone else. Sourab is capable of anything. D isn’t the only person he’s killed. And I’ll tell you exactly how I know.

About a month ago, Sourab invited himself over to my place (though it wasn’t really mine—I’d rented it just for him). He decided the evening would be all about Netflix, wine, food, and, in his own words, "being each other’s dessert." The moment he said that, I literally threw up. But I played along. I agreed because I wanted more dirt on him. I needed to know everything he had done—not just to D, but to others as well. He chose 365 Days, a movie I’ve never liked, and I definitely wasn’t going to watch one of my favorites with him. I was in full character—dressed in girly, flowery pajamas. Judging by the way he looked at me, all he wanted was to rip them off. Poor guy, clueless that he’s never going to touch me. But I have to give myself credit: in just two months, I had him ready to propose. Yet, all I could think about was watching the light leave his eyes.

It was late, and he was drunk beyond measure when he started a conversation I could never have imagined. But one thing became clear—Vikrant Thakur was the mastermind behind everything Sourab and his friends had done. They were nothing but his loyal dogs, puppets to Vikrant’s will. That conniving mastermind hides in the shadows of his friends, but I’ll expose him. And after that, I’ll destroy him too.
According to my sources, Sourab is planning to propose to me in just three days. Three days. And it’s going to be the happiest, most wonderful day of my life—but not for the reason he thinks. Because by 11:45 p.m., it’ll be the last time anyone sees him alive.

That will be the day my real journey begins: Vikrant's downfall and my revenge.