A Murderer and The Nurse (Slow Updates)

Part 70

TEJASSWI POV

"Hello, Teju"

I froze. My breath caught in my throat.
I knew that voice. That laugh, I’d know it anywhere, that chilling laugh that had haunted me in the worst of moments.

"Vishal" Of course, it was him.

"Here by yourself?" he asked mockingly, stepping closer. His tone dripping with arrogance. "Where is your boyfriend? Your bodyguard, Teju?"

I couldn’t move. My legs were lead, my body trembling. His presence loomed over me like a storm cloud, and I was trapped beneath it, feeling small, vulnerable.

"Told you I’d get you alone, away from him" he sneered, leaning so close I could feel his breath on my skin.

I opened my mouth to speak, to scream, to do anything but no sound came out. I was paralyzed.

"Finally, I can do whatever I want without interruptions" he whispered and I felt the cold touch of his fingers against my neck. I jumped, swatting his arm away but he didn’t stop. His hand traced my collarbone sending a wave of nausea through me.

"Vishal, get away from me" I managed to say but my voice was weak, shaky, betraying the fear I desperately wanted to hide.

He just laughed, a cruel sound that echoed around us. It made my stomach turn. I was sick of this, sick of being toyed with, of being seen as weak. First Kunaal, then Mrs. D’Souza and now Vishal. They all thought they could treat me like I was nothing, like I was some fragile little doll they could break. But I wasn’t weak. Not anymore.

"Vishal get the hell off of me or I swear, I’ll shoot you" I said, my voice firmer this time, laced with a warning.

He chuckled again, amused. "What? You? Shoot me?" he laughed. His hands continuing their vile exploration of my body.

I could feel the bile rising in my throat as his hand moved lower. I shoved him away with one hand, gripping the gun in my other hand so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My heart was pounding. The cold metal of the gun reminding me of what I had to do.

"I’m not joking Vishal. I’ll pull the fucking trigger right now if you don’t back off" I yelled, the desperation clear in my voice.

"Whoo hoo" he taunted, his voice dripping with mockery. "You won’t do it Teju. We are just starting to have fun"

His words sent a fresh wave of disgust through me. His hands were all over me now and I could feel the tears spilling down my cheeks, hot and angry. I pushed  him but he was so much stronger than me. I couldn’t make him move.

"Vishal I swear to God. Get off me" I screamed, my voice breaking.

He didn’t stop. I couldn’t take it anymore. His large hands moved to my chest and I felt like I was going to break. My hands were trembling, the weight of the gun feeling heavier than it ever had before.

I squeezed my eyes shut, my finger curling around the trigger. I didn’t want to do this. I didn’t want to kill him. I wasn’t a killer. But Vishal wouldn’t stop and I couldn’t let him win. I owed it to Sunny. I owed it to myself to survive this. No one was going to stop me from getting out of here.

"Vishal I’ll do it" I warned one last time, but he just yelled back at me to shut up.

I couldn’t breathe. My entire body tensed, and without thinking, I aimed the gun toward him. With my eyes squeezed shut, my finger hovered over the trigger, ready to defend myself. And I pulled the trigger.

The sound was deafening, the force of the shot pushing me back against the wall. The room exploded with noise, and then came the scream  that ripped through the air.

"Fuck. My knee." Vishal shouted collapsing to the ground, clutching his leg.

I stared at him in shock, my hands still gripping the gun. I had actually shot someone. The realization hit me like a wave and for a moment, I couldn’t move, couldn’t think. My heart was racing, my mind spinning. But then I snapped back to reality. I had to get out of here.

I grabbed the bags and ran from the room, leaving Vishal writhing on the floor behind me. The cold night air hit my face as I stumbled outside and I gasped. My skin was on fire, my heart pounding in my chest. I knew the guards would be coming soon, drawn by the sound of the gunshot.

I didn’t have time to think. I didn’t have time to process what I had just done. I just ran.