A Murderer and The Nurse (Slow Updates)

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KARAN POV
For the past week, I had been watching Kunal like a hawk. Every step he took, every place he visited—it was all burned into my mind. I knew his schedule down to the minute. I could predict where he would be at any given time, and right now, I knew he was heading to Mrs. D'Souza's office. The moment was finally here. The moment I had been waiting for.

The hallway stretched out in front of me as I made my way down, careful not to draw attention to myself. The light above flickered slightly, casting shadows along the walls, but I wasn’t focusing on that. My eyes were locked on one thing—Kunal. He was walking ahead, his back turned toward me. I hadn’t expected it to be this easy. I thought he'd be more cautious, but today, luck was on my side.

I moved with quiet steps, slowly, deliberately. The anticipation was killing me, but I couldn’t afford to rush. One wrong move and Kunal could pull out some weapon, and that would change everything. I had to reach him first.

I was close enough to hear the rhythm of his footsteps. Then, just when I was directly behind him, I made my move. With my heart pounding in my chest, I tapped him on the shoulder, just lightly, like someone who wanted to ask the time. But this was no polite conversation. As soon as he turned around, confusion flashed across his face. That’s when I swung my fist with all the force I could muster.

The crack of my knuckles meeting his jaw echoed in the hallway. It was a solid hit, more satisfying than I could have imagined. The force of the punch knocked him sideways, his eyes wide with shock. My hand throbbed with pain, but I didn’t care. It was nothing compared to the rage boiling inside me. Kunal stumbled, his hand flying up to his jaw, trying to make sense of what just happened.

"What the—" he started to say, but his words were cut off by the blood spilling from the corner of his mouth. His shock quickly morphed into recognition, and I saw his hand twitch toward the small gun tucked into his waistband. He was going to fight back, but I wasn’t going to let him.

Before he could even lift the gun, my leg shot out, kicking it out of his hand. The weapon clattered to the floor, sliding out of his reach. He staggered, trying to regain his balance. For a split second, I saw something flicker in his eyes—fear, maybe. But then he straightened up, his fists clenched. He was ready to fight.

But there was one thing he didn’t have—anger.

"Karan, stop!" he barked, his voice full of authority, like he still had some control over me. "You don’t want to do this. I’ll take you back to your room. This isn’t the way"

Take me back to my room? Was he serious? He thought he could just haul me back to that cage like I was some obedient dog? The thought fueled my rage even further. Without another word, I punched towards his face again.

This time, Kunal was ready. He ducked slightly and swung back, catching me off guard. His fist slammed into the side of my face, sending a jolt of pain down my jaw. I stumbled back, my cheek burning from the impact. I couldn't believe it. He actually hit me.

"You have the audacity to hit me" I growled.

And that was it. The anger that had been simmering inside me exploded. I no longer cared about strategy or restraint. All I could see was Kunal—the man who had caused me so much pain, so much hatred. Every memory of what he’d done to me flashed in front of my eyes, and with each image, my fury grew.

I charged at him, fists flying, my knuckles finding their mark again and again. I didn’t care about precision anymore. I just wanted to feel his bones crack under my fists. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pain I had carried for so long. My punches rained down on him—one, two, three—until the sickening sound of his bones breaking echoed in the hallway.

Kunal tried to fight back, but he was no match for the raw anger surging through me. With one final blow, I sent him crashing to the floor. He lay there, motionless, blood pooling beneath him. His body was limp, lifeless.

I stood over him, breathing heavily, my fists still clenched, knuckles bloodied. For a moment, I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. My mind was a blur of rage and satisfaction. I had finally done it. I had finally ended the torment that Kunal had brought into my life.

But as the adrenaline slowly ebbed away, reality began to creep in. I stared down at Kunal’s lifeless body, my chest tightening. His face was barely recognizable, bruised and bloodied from the beating I had given him. The hallway was quiet now, the only sound was my ragged breathing.

Had I really just killed him? The weight of what I had done started to settle in, but there was no regret. No guilt. Only the realization that the man who had caused me so much suffering was finally gone. Finally, I was took my revenge. I know Dhara's soul is at peace now.

I knelt down, hooked my arms under Kunal’s shoulders, and began to drag him. His body was heavy, dead weight, but I didn’t care. I wasn’t thinking anymore. I just needed to get rid of him.

As I dragged him down the hallway near ward-D, the images of everything Kunal had done to Dhara and my Laddoo played in my mind. But it was all over now.

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