Kill your Husband

CHAPTER-1 THE COLD HEARTED BASTARD

*VEER PATEL POV*

Villains are more scary when they are in the crowd, strangers and ready to attack as soon as you turn your back on them. Like me. I am this kind of villain. I attack when my victim is in most vulnerable state- both mentally and physically. Although many women describe me as their hero but I would say I am a cold hearted bastard.

I hate attention. So naturally my business is done in the dark when even wolves are afraid to come out.

walk up, fire the gun and walk away is not my style. I need to see the fear on their faces when I kill them. When they beg, cry and finally accept their fate. It gives me satisfaction.

"please-" The man laying in front of me in pool of his own blood tried to speak. He is in agony and I am loving it.

We are in a dark alley. Away from everyone and everything. It's just him and me.

Blood is spattering from his abdomen as I wiped the blood from the knife in my hand. He slowly crawls away from me, trying to reach for his scattered mobile phone.

"Tsk.Tsk.Tsk." I mocked his failed attempt, kicking the phone farther away. He looked at me horrified. Even though my face is covered with a mask hiding my evil grin , my eyes are enough to let this man know that his end is near. I am his end.

"Shhh!" I whispered as I gently approached the man lying there helplessly. I stood infront of him like a grim reaper as his breathing started to slow down. With each passing second his life was fading away. This is the most fun part of my job. The only reason I started this business.

After making sure he was dead, I pulled out my phone from the pocket and dialed a number. The woman on the other end picked up after two rings.

"Hello?"

"Your job is done. I expect my money by midnight."

If there is something I love more than killing then it's definitely money. Shoving the phone back in my pocket, I checked my clothes for any sign of blood stains. After confirming there were none, I pulled my hood over my head and walked out of the valley with quick steps.

"Did you hear? There was another murder reported in our area a few days ago." A man passing by was talking to someone on the phone.

My steps halted and I looked around me. The street was flooded with people. Everyone was busy talking especially about the police officer who was killed by anonymous person a few days ago. Does anyone here realise that the killer, about whom they are talking this intriguely is breathing the same air as them. I chuckled softly, shaking my head at these oblivious people.

Nobody is aware that their next newspaper headline is walking amongst them.

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My life has always been complicated. My childhood was dark and so is my adulthood. Wherever I look I see pitch black. I figured it out early in life that only I could color my life. So I chose to color it BLOODY RED.

I looked at my bathroom mirror and a man I was not familiar with looked back at me. My eyes looked empty, devoid of any emotion. My mother would have hated the man I've become but there is no turning back now. The damage is already done.

Ringing of my landline pulled me back from my endless thoughts. The midnight call.

I smirked. its time for some action again.

I pushed the bathroom door open which led me into my bedroom and I rushed to recieve the call.

"Hello?"

"I want you to kill my husband."

"Sure you do!" I said, surprised at the coldness in the woman's voice. " Send me the details and you will recieve the good news in a week."

"Two days." the woman on the other end said impatiently.

"huh?"

"I said kill him within two days. I will pay whatever amount you ask." She said.

Even though I cannot see my face right now but I bet my eyes must be shining. I love money.

"Then what if I ask for one million dollars?" I asked. If she is that desperate to kill her husband then I should take advantage of the situation. I waited for her answer, tapping my fingers on the receiver.

"Deal." The woman said after a long pause. " I will send you the details.

beep.beep.beep.

She hung up the phone before I could say anything. Her husband must be a total scumbag for the to be this eager to kill him.

I crossed my arms over my chest, waiting eagerly. After a few minutes, my business phone pinged with a notification- an email.

I clicked on it and a photo of a man with unbelievably handsome features was staring back at me. Now I've killed many people. But he was, well, different from all others. He was fair, almost pale white. His unfathomable golden brown eyes contrasted with his light toned face. His smile which was wrinkling the corners of his eyes looked fake.

Being associated with pain all my life, the hint of pain in his eyes looked too familiar to my own. His name was attached beneath the photo.

"RAJ SINGHANIA."

"SOLE HEIR OF SINGHANIA FAMILY- THE WEALTHIEST FAMILY IN INDIA"

My eyes widened. She wants me to kill someone as powerful as him? I ran a hand through my hair in frustration. No wonder she agreed to pay me such hefty amount. If I kill her husband then she will inherit everything. I was about to call her back but my hand paused in between. I've killed many people before and this is nothing different, plus the money she is paying will keep me from starving for the rest of my life.

My eyes involuntarily dropped on his face again. I took a shaky breath and typed "I will kill him" and sent the text to the unknown number.

Suddenly I felt a bit sympathy for this stranger. He looked too innocent. But the feeling came and disappeared in a second. I shook my head and reminded myself to stay focused. Rich people like him are really good at creating this fake innocent image in the media. He is possibly a monster behind his facade.

He is my next target and I need to kill him.