There was something nobody knew about Naveen Thakur and Devyani Thakur - they had not talked to each other for eight years, at least not directly eye-to-eye anyway.
However, there was a certain rage twirling inside him. Something about her death had upset him so much he couldn't sleep that night. The murder scene had been cleared up from the room and the bodies were discreetly taken to the City Hospital where the confidential autopsy was supposed to happen.
Knowing that he had woken up this morning expecting his sister to deny yet another bill regarding the export of six tonnes of Kush (marijuana) to Mumbai, he should have been much more perplexed about the fact that there was no more Devyani Thakur to pass the bill.
But he wasn't - he knew that now he could just as well arrange the transportation and export the damn thing and no one here would give a shit, except for that motherfucker Danny and that slut of his daughter, Liza and their rutting mafia family.
How a man's mind works when his body is inflicted is no mystery, but when pride is inflicted is where it's a real thinker. A man goes to any extent to just to prove that he still stands and to cross him you must put him down.
Naveen Thakur had the pride of the fool or...lion. You can so very easily offend him with just a blow in his hair.
Three years ago, in September 2016, the province of Dumsarai fell into utter despair because of the stunt Pandit and his hooligan son Bajrangi pulled. Naveen could understand that Baj was only recently anointed the leader of the Hindu Sabhya Sangh and at that tender age of nineteen he was bound to cause problems with so much power.
Baj had his own posse, most of them unschooled or dropped out of it at early age and some even made it to the end of the school but never finished, but he himself had made it to college.
He would terrorise the town alleys, beat up any girl who would roam the streets.
From what Naveen had heard, Baj had caught a young couple before a mall in the town and made them recite the whole Hanuman Chalisa, a Hindu deity mantra chant, in front of the mall and got them to promise that they would never be seen together.
That was for mere public display, disseminating the message to the crowd that a girl and a boy moving around the town is the death of the Hindu culture that teaches boundaries to women.
It was a cliché move but what followed after, wasn't. They had caught the couple deep in the town alleys and tied the boy to the street light, at the upper end of it and told the girl to run as fast as she could while they chased after her. If she'd be caught at any point between there and her home, they'd stop her there and tie her to the next street light.
The girl had obviously been caught way before she even reached her colony because Baj and his goons were on bikes. They tied the girl on the top of the street light and left her there for spectacle.
That was just one of the many troubles they created that didn't reach Amma Ji's ears as it should have.
It was when Baj and his goons barged in into a movie theatre and beat up every teenage girl in hope to find the one they'd been looking for, that it reached Amma Ji's ears.
The incident had settled a common fear among people around every village, town and city in the province if Dumsarai.
They wrote 'Hindutva Jayate' with red spray paint on the movie screen, meaning The Victory of Hinduism, their catchphrase.
Amma Ji immediately called Pandit Ji in her court and ordered Naveen to take care of his son while Pandit was still answering in her court, facing her wrath. The court ran for about an hour and in meanwhile Naveen chased down Baj and his every little follower and tied them to bring them in the centre of the very busy weekly market.
As he entered with Baj in his jeep, the crowd steered clear and made way for them, turning every head towards them in attention.
Naveen took Baj and his men took the rest of the goons, must have been five to six, out of the jeep. Naveen waved at the vegetable seller that had the highest platform in the market and the seller immediately collected the vegetables to make room for Naveen. Naveen climbed on the platform with Baj.
"This is the Pandit's bastard, right?" Naveem asked, swaying his gun with his right hand while his left hand held Baj by collar, addressing the crowd that now stood in rapt attention.
Baj pushed Naveen's hand off his shoulder to gather whatever self esteem he had left. That was the only mistake he made that day.
As soon as Naveen's hand flew off of Baj's shoulder, Naveen slapped Baj so hard with his left hand, the crowd let a collective gasp.
"Lower your eyes, you motherfucker!" screamed Naveen, pointing the nozzle of the gun og Baj's forehead. Baj followed.
Naveen exchanged hands with the gun.
And then another slap, this time right hand, landed on his cheek that sent him staggering.
Naveen called the boy Baj had tied to the street light - Naveen's men had got the boy's address and picked him up here en route - and asked him to do whatever he wished to the bastard except killing him.
A siren dispersed the crowd a little to make room for a Jeep that tore through to the platform. Inspector Vikram and few other constables dismounted the Jeep.
"What is going on Bhaiya Ji?" asked the inspector.
"Doing your job Inspector," Naveen nodded in Inspector's direction.
"These assholes needed this. Leave them I'll take them from here now," Inspector reached the platform.
"Oh, you give orders now, do you? Stop kidding yourself Inspector. I can't leave this poor boy without vengeance," Naveen pointed towards the boy. "He wants to tie these motherfuckers to the street light. Let him do that. I suggest you ask your constables to help him do it, it'll be faster. Then we'll leave them like that for the whole night. You can lock them up in your little cells tomorrow." Naveen let out a psychotic chuckled, enough to chill everyone to their spines.
Vikram knew better than to argue reason with Naveen, unless he wanted himself on the street light as well.
So this is how that had been, the pride and the sense of justice of Naveen Thakur. Whatever followed to Baj and his goons had been exactly what Naveen predicted for them.
But right now, Naveen found it even difficult to breathe. Killing Amma Ji in her own fortress, protected by Naveen's own led army and defence ideas.
Breaching that and killing Amma Ji - a person who controlled this province of Dumsarai, highly revered by the underworld of Mumbai, leading the Indian cartel of international mafias - perturbed Naveen to his core. How could killing her be so easy?
Naveen sat in the bar area, restricted for the Haveli's women folk except for Amma Ji because she had liked occasional drinks.
He stirred his on-the-rocks whiskey and gulped it down. He had no idea how many drinks he already had.
He called for Rajesh and asked him to get his Jeep ready with five of his men.
"But at this time of the night Bhaiya Ji?" Rajesh, Naveen's personnel, protested.
"This time of the night didn't stop the Baniya's larvae from killing my sister last night, did it?" Naveen gulped down another peg and rose from the bar stool, his eyes burning as if hollow fire.