KILL Me, AGAIN

It was a bright Sunday afternoon, ideal for outdoor activities. But he doesn't enjoy outdoor anymore. Towering at six feet one, weighing one hundred and ninety pounds of ripping muscular frame and a rugged hairy face, he is definitely not a pleasant guy that one would like to hang out with. This world gave him a gifted face. He was bullied, beaten and made fun of. He suffered until his master found him. With his master's help, he has been returning the favor. What he was about to do was going to please the master. His master wanted his services just for one more month. After which, he will be a free bird, and he will live a luxurious life happily ever after. His palms inside the leather gloves are moist with sweat, but that doesn't concern him much. He had been waiting in the car for an hour; he didn't care if he had to wait for one more. He had better patience than a Siberian tiger, and he is more venomous than the deadliest cobra. He was there to make a statement. His dark cold eyes were focused on the corner villa.

Having seen the last few weekends ruined by rain, Deputy Commissioner of Police Naresh Jain and his thirteen-year-old son Aakash Jain decided to play tennis. A mechanical engineer by education and a cop by profession, Mr Jain owned a beautiful villa in one of the signature projects in Hyderabad. Unaware of the lurking danger, and even worse a predator outside, Mrs Jain sent them off and started thinking about the evening menu.

After doing the kids' room and living room, she came into the kitchen to prepare the evening snacks. They had a couple of servants, but Mrs Jain preferred to give them Sunday off. She opened the refrigerator, pulled out a ready-made snack pack and kept it next to the oven. She turned back to pick up the knife and was stunned to see a stranger at the entrance of the kitchen.