Prithvi... [Volume 4]

Chapter 111

Indrajit halted before each stall briefly and listened without interest to the manager's descriptions of the occupant's health and habits. The stench of the horses made him want to cover his nose, but he stifled the urge as usual.

However, he was careful to keep a safe distance from the large animals. If his staff was amused by his fear, they were wise enough to hide it. They were less successful at hiding at their confusion.

The curiosity didn't bother him. They didn't need to know that his fear and dislike were the results of a major accident in his early teens, and that he was still determined to own some of the finest breeds in the world solely because his father had loved horses and had been an amazing rider.

Perceiving the sounds of someone approaching him, Indrajit stopped and spun disinterestedly. Then his body tensed up.

Jiva, whose main job was to maintain a close scrutiny on Prithvi's life, was walking rapidly towards him. His face showcased fear mingled with triumph, and Indrajit instantly knew what he was about to say...

"He has found the whore?" he asked slowly as Jiva bowed.

Jiva was startled by the question, but he hid his shock and said, "Yes, your highness. They reached Aadyabhoomi about an hour ago. I don't have all the details yet, but -"

He stopped talking as his master walked away wordlessly.

Indrajit strode out of the stable headed for the squat building that housed the manager's office.

His employees stared at him from afar. Hardly any of them had the courage to go near him when he was in a normal state. So, now when a toxic anger was oozing out of him, they knew enough to steer clear for the next few hours.

Indrajit walked straight to the manager's air-conditioned office and shut the door behind him. He tried to reach the chair behind the desk but his shaking legs gave away.

He fell to his knees and braced his hands on the wooden floor. Nausea rose within him and his head spun madly. Drops of sweat dripped from his face and fell on the carpet.

Someone had grabbed his innards and was twisting them excruciatingly.

Whimpering in discomfort, Indrajit slowly lowered his trembling body to the floor on his side and curled up. His shaking hands covered his ears to block out the silent scream that had exploded inside him when he'd heard of his father's demise and had not died out yet.

He remained in that position that for a long time. Then when breathing became a little easier, he turned on his back and stared at the ceiling.

He had to rise above the pain and think...

The news had come out of the blue. And while he had assigned additional men to track Prithvi's movements, he had not really expected it. The idea of Priyamvada being alive had sounded like an outlandish plot of a B grade movie.

But she actually was alive. His father had died...but the filthy woman had been enjoying life all these years...

And now she had returned...

This was a blessing beyond his greatest dreams.

He would be able to kill her with his own hands now. He would take his most ruthless guards, who would be armed to the teeth with deadly weapons, to Aadyabhoomi today itself. Priyamvada would bid goodbye to life in the most painful way imaginable. And every single person who tried to stop him would meet the same fate.

A flicker of doubt punctured the savage excitement on Indrajit's face.

He hadn't thought about the biggest obstacle between him and his dream. An insufferable hurdle named Prithvi.