Chapter 1- Voices...

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"No pain no gain........ Until you scream I won't let you go, I mean let you go to God."

The injured man looked at his torturer quivering in horror and fear. He was smeared in blood but his fear overcame his pain.

"Please let me go......... Please let me go I have a family to feed. I have a wife a child... Please Vansh don't kill me."

His torturer stood up removing the hoodie revealing his brooding tall figure, black sleek hairs and facial beard. His eagle red eyes focused on the victim half dead on the ground.
Taking up the cricket bat, he said slowly,"How do you think I can be fooled so easily? And who do you think will gi e you a chance? Me? I AM VANSH RAI SINGHANIA. I am the God of death in this underworld. And you dared to defy me, my rules and acted as a spy of the police? And you love your wife so much that you beat her up and then go to a fucking filthy bitch to fuck? Killing you is my and your families well being. Don't worry this bat is made from pure willow wood won't take much time to kill you. Just two hits and it's a sixer. Your gone...."

Saying he picked up the bat in the air. His victim cried out,"No Vansh no.........please mercy."

"I have no word like mercy in my rulebook. Goodbye."

And hit his head with all might. A painful scream and then everything went silent.

Wiping off the blood from his face he took up an apple and bite a piece from it.
"Angrey...... Throw this body in the road and tattoo my name on its head. So that people know what happens when I am tried to be crossed."

Angrey nodded his head and took the body away. Vansh was all calm about it silently biting down his apple and eating it. Like nothing happened just a few moments ago. He was feasting his food like a hungry animal when his phone started ringing. Without looking he picked it up,"Hello."

A sweet girl's beamed from the opposite side,"Hey sweetheart how are you? Have you eaten?"

Vansh looked at the number and noticed it was unsaved and unknown.

"Sorry.... Wrong number,"he said in his usual deep voice sounding uninterested.

"Why sweetheart? Why are you avoiding me? I am sorry. Please forget whatever happened. I love you so much.... Ummmahhhh."

Even though he didn't know who was that girl and why was she talking so weirdly but he felt a minute tremor in his heart hearing I love you from her voice.

"Listen woman...... I clearly don't know you. You are mistaken somewhere. I am not your lover. You dialled the wrong number."

"Baby baby baby please listen to me..... Please I know I fought with you but I love you a lot. And yes.... Don't stay hungry and release my anger on food. Take care. Bye.... Love you."

Saying the phone declined.

"Interesting..... Very interesting,"he thought.

Ridhima bursted out in heaps of  laughter after cutting the call. Sejal noticed her and rolled her eyes,"It isn't good Ridz... Disturbing unknown people by prank calls is certainly not."

"Sejal..... Why are you so boring yarrr? Chill it won't be any harm. It's common among teenagers. People will eventually understand."

Sejal sighed,"What if the person your calling turns out to be a police? Or even worse..... A gangster? A
criminal?"

"I am fascinated about your assumptions but sejal nothing will happen. Please..... Now do let me enjoy my pizza. But I am going to call this person again. His voice was just awesome. And I think even he enjoyed it."

Vansh stared back at the number and a mysterious smile creeped on his face.

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