Thakur's Weakness (18+)

Chapter 15:- Love Lust Revenge and Sholay

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While Raghav uttered his final words, everyone in the room was horrified by his words. All the windows and doors of the rooms were locked from the outside and Raghav removed his AK - 47 gun. While others left eating and removed their pistols pointing towards Raghav. Soon the firing was started and shooting of guns , screams and other voices which seemed as some object were broken due to the intense impact of bullet. The painful screams of people and periodic firing of guns resonated in the whole environment. Soon, the noises died and a door opened indicating a figure totally drenched in human blood and had a stone expression and zero regret, came and poured the whole jug of water kept in corner of room. When water collided with his clothes, the blood on the clothes diluted and flowed along with the course of water and caressed the hard surface of earth. If I talk about the room, people laid lifeless, food scattered over the floor, while flies buzzing over the dead bodies of the people. Pool of blood everywhere while walls of the room which were glorified by the traces of blood and some human flesh sticking over it. The walls of the room witnessed every death, some people had bullets deep inside their forehead, while some had bullets piercing inside their eyes. Raghav looked up at Abhi and said,

"Burn the whole area, no one should get a single trace of any one died here."

Turning again towards Abhi, this time his eyes had mixed expression of sorrow and pain looking at the dead bodies he uttered,

"Abhi aaj bhi maarna hamara shaunk nahi tha, aaj sirf bachne ke liye maara. Agar hum nahi maarte toh yeh bhediye mil kar hamara shikar karte jo hum hone nahi dete. Yeh jeevan bada bekar yagya hai Abhi... Yahan logo ke jaan ki aahuti apni jeet aur khud ko bachane ke liye karni padti hai. Yahan koi naa aacha hai naa hi bura... Yahan sab ne kuch na kuch paap kiye hain aur hamne toh unse bhi bada paap kiya hai. Baas Bhagwan inki aatma ko shanti de..."

While somewhere in Allahabad, a figure sitting in a dark room, the royal and luxurious interior of the room screamed terror and pain witnessed by them. Floor was decorated by the pool of blood everywhere and a dead body laid carelessly; A man sitting on a couch with his hands resting on the crown of sofa and his head rested over the crown too. Taking the puffs of cigarettes burning between his fingers. The paper of cigarette ready to burn was smeared with the blood on his hand. His eyes stared the ceiling lifelessly, a worker knocked the door, without changing his initial state, he signalled him to enter with his index finger. Covering his face from a scarf hanging on his shoulders because of smell of blood, raw flesh and dead body on which the flies were buzzing over and this suffocated the servant.

"Bhaiya ji, Thakur Sahab ka phone aaya hai."

Extending his hand towards the worker, while worker quietly with shivering hands kept phone on his palm and went away covering his nostrils. Keeping the phone, near his eyedrums only for his brain to process the voice, voice of person he respected the most, voice of person he loved the most...