Ch 1
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Hotel
"Please don't come near me. Please don't do anything to me. Please let me go. Please! Please! Let me go. I want to go home to my parents. I need my family. Please let me go."
A 21-year-old girl lay on the bed, her hands tied above her head with a belt and her legs spread apart, tied to the corners of the bed. Her clothes were torn in several places as she pleaded with the man standing in front of her.
Her clothes were torn in an unusual way, exposing only her chest and private areas. Even her bralette and lower innerwear were missing.
The 40-year-old man standing in front of her could easily feast his lustful eyes on those vulnerable parts of her body.
He held a glass of alcohol in his hand, drinking deeply, all the while staring at her with vile intentions.
The girl kept begging him not to harm her, but curiously, there was no fear, panic, or tears in her eyes. Her face remained utterly expressionless.
But the drunken man wasn't one to listen. He quickly finished his drink and smashed the glass on the floor, shattering it into pieces.
The girl continued to shake her head, pleading, as the man unbuttoned his shirt and approached her.
Within moments, he was on top of her, sinking his teeth into her neck.
"Ahhhhhh!"
A deep, piercing scream escaped her mouth, echoing through the room. But that scream never left the confines of the room.
It was night time,
Race Track,
There were two bikes racing against each other. One bike was red, and the other was yellow. Both bikers had matching helmets and attire that matched the color of their bikes.
They were racing each other, and it seemed like both of them wanted to win the race by defeating the other.
The race track was circular, so they had to lean their bikes slightly to the side while riding.
The yellow biker was going much faster than the red biker, and suddenly, the yellow biker began to accelerate, lifting the front wheel of the bike into the air. For a brief moment, the bike was riding on one wheel on the track, and then both wheels came back down, and the yellow biker sped up even more, pushing the bike forward with greater strength.
It seemed that the yellow biker would win because the yellow bike was much faster, and it was about ten steps ahead of the red bike.
Everything was going well until the yellow biker realized that the red biker wasn't trying to increase his speed at all. The speed the red biker was maintaining earlier was the same as now.
The yellow biker was a little surprised, and gradually, he slowed down, stopped the bike, and turned to look back. He could see the red biker still riding at the same speed.
Just then, the red biker suddenly changed his strategy and accelerated his bike, increasing its speed so rapidly that the yellow biker didn't even have time to react. The red bike passed the yellow bike, and by the time the yellow biker realized what had happened, the red biker had already reached the final point and won the race.
The yellow biker was furious. Though his facial expressions couldn't be seen, his frustration could be guessed by the way his hands tightly gripped the bike's handlebars and his feet pressed into the ground.
The yellow biker got off the bike, and so did the red biker, who turned toward the other biker without removing his helmet.
The yellow biker took off his helmet and placed it on the bike's handlebar, then shook his hair to get the hair stuck to his face out of the way.
It was a girl, probably around 25 years old.
She was a bit angry and looking at the biker in front of her, she said, "This is not fair Agni, you cheated."
As soon as she calmed down, the second biker started laughing loudly, and it was a girl's voice.
The second girl, who still had her helmet on, took it off and placed it on the yellow bike's handlebar, then began to look at her.
"Oh my dearest darling baby, Everything is fair in love and race, and it's a race, my race, and you know how much I love racing and betting, and see, I won, now give me my 5 lakhs from the bet," Agni said coolly.
The other girl, named Ahuti, replied, "You cheated, Agni."
Agni, with both hands behind her on the bike, looked at Ahuti and said, "I didn't cheat, Ahuti, I used a strategy, and you were too late to figure it out. This is not my problem, it's your problem. Now give me my 5 lakhs right now."
Ahuti made a face, took ₹500,000 out of her pocket, and handed it to Agni, saying, "You won the race, but how will you win against others? Anyway, you really enjoy the race of life."
Agni tossed the ₹500,000 bundle in the air, catching it repeatedly with her hands, and said, "Anyone whose life is a race will enjoy playing the race of life! And as I said, I will win, and I will always win. No one can defeat Agni Singh Rai Vansh, no one!" And after that, Agni gave Ahuti a sharp look.
Ahuti smiled and came up behind Agni, wrapping her arms around her neck, saying, "And I, Ahuti, am ready for every fiery test with Agni."
Agni didn't react much to Ahuti's gesture and said, "If you do a fiery test with Agni, you'll burn to ashes, be careful while playing, Ahuti, because you are Ahuti, and Ahuti always gets burned in the fire."
Ahuti, with no expression, replied, "But that Ahuti is pure."
Agni didn't answer her and instead asked, "By the way, what should we do with these bikes?"
Ahuti stepped forward and, looking at both bikes and helmets, said, "What to do! We'll do what we've always done, bomb blast! Set them on fire and throw them somewhere, no one will even know when and where the stolen bikes disappeared or how they got burned."
"So, let's go darling," Agni said and both of them got back on their bikes and left the racing track, riding away as the wind blew past them.
About an hour later, on a forest path, a little off to the side, both bikes were burning and turning black. Without any expression, Ahuti and Agni stood watching the bikes burn. They had changed their clothes now, Agni was wearing a yellow sari, and Ahuti had on a kurti and jeans.
In front of them, the clothes they had worn on the race track and the helmets were also burning. They had to erase all traces of the stolen bikes.
The bikes were still burning, but as the sparks neared the petrol, both bikes exploded.
Midnight,
The shutter of a large warehouse opened, and some figures standing outside began to appear in the dim light coming from within. However, only their shadows were visible, their faces hidden.
As the warehouse opened, the people sitting inside, who had set up a table and chairs in the middle of the warehouse to play cards, were a little surprised. In a few moments, they were about to start playing.
Their gaze shifted toward the outside when they heard the sound of the shutter being raised. Seeing the figures, they were taken aback and stood up. One of the men stepped forward and spoke, "Who is it? Do you love your death so much that you keep coming to us to die?"
Before the man could finish, one of the men beside him suddenly screamed and held his stomach. Everyone turned to look at him as he bent slightly, his mouth swelling like a balloon. He clutched his stomach tightly, and blood started pouring out from where a wound appeared.
The others were stunned, and then another man screamed in the same manner and clutched his stomach, where blood was flowing just like before. The strange part was that they hadn't been shot, nor did the people standing in front of them have guns.
"Eeeeeee," the man in front shouted angrily, "Who shot these men? Who is the traitor here?"
Among the people standing in front, the one in the middle was wearing a black leather jacket and a cap, covering his face except for his lips. The voice that came from the person wasn't that of a man, but of a woman. "There are no traitors here. We are the ones who are going to kill them, and just like they will die, so will you."
The man inside the warehouse was shocked and said, "A girl will kill me? You don't even have the strength to lay a hand on me, understand?"
The girl laughed loudly and said, "Don't talk about strength, pigeon. And if you don't want to die, give me the cocaine you have hidden in this warehouse. I'll leave peacefully. But if you don't, you'll die. And I'll still take the cocaine, but if you don't want death, give it to me now, or else I'll take it by force."
"Don't show off too much," the man said, pulling out a gun from his pocket and pointing it at her. But the girl wasn't scared and said, "If you have the guts, shoot. I promise I'll leave peacefully without taking the cocaine. But if you don't, you'll regret it."
The man, seeing her confidence, hesitated for a moment. But not wanting to appear weak in front of a girl, he said, "You're just living in your arrogance. You won't be able to kill any of us, and you won't take the cocaine."
Still confident, the girl said, "I said, put your finger on the trigger."
The man, holding the gun awkwardly as if he was only trying to intimidate her, hesitated. He didn't seem to know how to shoot and was afraid to put his finger on the trigger. Just as he was about to, suddenly blood began to pour from his hand, and it began to decay. He was terrified and watched as the gun slipped from his hand.
"Aaahhhh aaahhhh," the man screamed, and the girl began laughing loudly because she had won. The man couldn't pull the trigger, and just then, the men with him pulled out their guns and began firing at everyone in the warehouse. In the next five minutes, all the men were shot and lying lifeless on the ground.
The girl walked in with her men and paused near the bodies. She then walked ahead, looking for the cocaine.
"I said, I am a destroyer, I am a dangerous ruiner, I am a devastator, I am a leveler, and I am a demolisher," the girl, whose face still wasn't visible, said, grinding her teeth as she gazed at the lifeless bodies.