The Present.
Darjeeling, India.
I wake up feeling elated today. One of them has fallen. I'll give the remaining four time to grieve. I'm sure they still don’t know what's coming for them. Right now, they probably think I killed Sourab for money. Poor boys. Little do they know.
I sit back on my sofa, laughing out loud. After three long years, I’ve finally come home. I'll take a week to rest, then book my tickets to Pune as a fresh hire at E&Y. That's where my next target works—Abhir Khurana. The spoiled rich brat from Delhi. He’s 29, 6 feet tall, well-built, and only working because his ego demands it. He's not easy to trust, and this task is going to be harder than Sourab. But I'll make it work, and Abhir will suffer more than the last.
Out of the group, Abhir is the only one who feels guilty, the easiest to scare. I’ve already got people watching him. To get to him, I’ll have to become a femme fatale. I know he won’t trust me quickly, but I’ll wait. As long as it takes. Until he falls. Until the others realize they’re being hunted. I won’t stop until I see them running, terrified—until they’re peeing their pants while I chase them, like the reaper they never saw coming.
My new identity: Smriti Thapa, a girl from the outskirts of Nepal. She worked her way up to E&Y, bold and confident. I’ll create a convincing social media presence—a popular Instagram account with 389k followers, TikTok (since it's popular in Nepal), and Facebook, all crafted perfectly. Of course, I have a hacker friend to help with this. He was also close with D.
The plan to make Abhir notice me is crazy, but simple. He’s attending a party with his friends, and I, Smriti Thapa—the influencer—will be there too. I’ll watch him from a distance, knowing that with his inflated ego, he’ll notice. He is good-looking, after all. I'll be wearing a red leather dress that shows off just enough—elegant yet seductive.
When he goes to the bathroom, I’ll follow him, “accidentally” stepping into the men’s room. By the time he sees me, I’ll have a slight wardrobe malfunction—just enough to make him think of me.
The next day, when his mind is clouded with thoughts of me, I’ll walk into his office as the new hire. My first words will be:
“Looks like I’m destined to kill you... with my love.”
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The Shadow of Retribution: A tale of vengeance and the price of justice.
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