Page 121 of Wicked Trap

“Yes. We escaped your murder attempt.”

Tanvi watched her father break out into rage. “It was all your mother’s fault that your family had to go through those things. Hadn’t she been a gold-digging whore and ditched me, I wouldn’t have gone after your father.”

Arjun’s jaw clenched. “My mother wasn’t a gold digger. She loved my father. You married a rich pregnant woman after having her fiancé murdered. You even killed your wife when she found out what you did to my family.”

Girish Shetty panicked. He looked at Tanvi. “He’s lying!”

Tanvi didn’t say anything.

Her father looked cornered. Then suddenly, he pulled out a gun.

Tanvi’s heart thudded in fear while Arjun remained calm.

“I’m going to kill you, you bastard,” her father raged. “Yes, I had your father killed. I was the one who drugged him and hung him to death, making it appear like a suicide. But it was your mother’s fault! She rejected me and my love. She chose a rich man instead. She got what she deserved when your father died. And she will suffer more when you do too. I want her to suffer until her dying day and repent that she rejected me.”

He raised the gun and pointed at Arjun.

“Papa, wait!” Tanvi shouted out loud.

Her father threw her a dark look. “Don’t come in between.”

She shook her head. “I’m not coming in between, Papa. He deserves to die. But I want to shoot him.”

Her father looked shocked. “What?”

“He deceived me too, Papa. He pretended to be someone else and... and... took advantage of me. He made me fall in love with him. He was the one who asked me to keep the trust fund away from you.”

Her father’s jaw clenched.

“Let me shoot him, Papa. I want him begging for his life and repent for what he did to me.”

Her father hesitated a moment. But slowly, he handed her the gun.

“Shoot him dead like a dog. Everyone Parvathi loves deserves a dog’s death.”

Tanvi held the gun in her hand and slowly pointed it at Arjun. Arjun watched her calmly.

Her hands trembled as they locked eyes. Memories of their first meeting and the time they spent together flashed through her mind—his arrogant smirks, his wicked smiles and laughter, and the intense look when he declared his love for her.

Taking a deep breath, she pulled the trigger.

The loud sound of the gun resonated in the air while a bullet ripped through Arjun’s chest. Her stomach shook, and she controlled herself from throwing up.

The impact knocked Arjun back against the wall. There was no shock on his face as blood pooled from his chest where the bullet hit him. His eyes began to glaze, and he staggered a little, sliding down against a wall.

“I didn’t think you would do it!” Her father’s voice sounded proud and satisfied. “By God, you proved yourself as my daughter for the first time.”

Dragging her eyes away from Arjun, she looked at her father. “My friends think I’m at your house. If we leave now, we can prove we weren’t involved in Aryan Varma’s death.”

Her father frowned.

“I’ll sign the trust papers in Mr. Munshi’s office. He can be the alibi too.”

Her father’s frown melted away, and he nodded. “Good idea. Then your signatures can’t be contested as fraud.”

She nodded.

She and her father, along with her father’s henchmen, stepped out of the farmhouse, leaving Arjun behind. She got into an SUV with her father.

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