Page 65 of Twisted Sins

The cool breeze of the ocean blew from the window while soft Indian classic music played in the background.

Tantra was drawing a sketch of a beautiful woman from his memory.

A hesitant knock on the door interrupted him. He knew no one would dare to come during his time in the drawing studio unless it was important news.

“Come in,” he commanded softly.

A man wearing a black uniform stepped inside, looking visibly shaken.

“Sir… we received some news. It’s about Nandini Thakvar.”

Tantra froze.

“Tell me Nandini is alive,” he said in a dark, menacing tone.

“She is alive, sir,” the man stated hurriedly, knowing that the last man who had delivered bad news about Nandini Thakvar’s death had lost his head.

But that had been twenty-two years ago. This time, it was dead Nandini Thakvar’s niece.

“We received news that a big team of Thakvar security had been sweeping the area near the holy land. There was blood found, which they suspect belonged to the Rudra Kabali. The Thakvar brothers also retrieved items from a tent on top of a mountain where Rudra Kabali and Nandini Thakvar had stayed the night.”

Tantra’s jaw clenched.

“The Kabali heir is hurt and weak. This is the right time to find the encampment and kill him.”

“Yes, sir.”

There were dozens of hired men searching the north Singoor area for the whereabouts of the Kabali clan. The last time a group of mercenaries came across the Kabali clan, they were slaughtered and left for the vultures. The throats of the mercenaries were slit, and the head of the mercenary leader was missing, indicating it was the Kabali clan who had killed them.

It wasn’t the first time Rudra Kabali had killed Tantra’s men. Even when Tantra’s men were armed with weapons and in vehicles, Rudra Kabali managed to attack and kill those men.

The young Kabali head had been doing it for the past five years. Tantra hadn’t cared that much until most recently when Rudra Kabali attacked and killed Tantra’s convoy and stole Tantra’s most precious jewel. Nandini Thakvar.

Cold rage ripped through Tantra as he recalled the news of Nandini getting kidnapped and then married to the Kabali heir.

“Send more men. Do whatever it takes, but bring me his head.” It was an order, and the uniformed man knew it would be his head on the platter if he could not bring back Rudra Kabali’s head.

“Yes, sir.”

The man stepped out, leaving Tantra alone and raging at the situation.

Nandini is mine. I will not let Rudra Kabali take her from me.

CHAPTER 18

Nandini was being chased by a demon.

She ran as fast as she could, but the demon was always right behind her. She kept running until she saw a large familiar home at a distance. She saw her parents sitting in lawn chairs outside the house and laughing together. Her three brothers were standing with their wives, holding hands and smiling.

Her heart raced with happiness. But just as she opened her mouth to call them, the demon’s long, muscled arm wrapped around her waist and dragged her close.

She screamed as she fell on the sand.

The demon turned her, and she looked up at the demon’s grey eyes that turned red.

“I will never let you go… wife,” he growled in an inhuman voice. “The only way you will be free is after death.”

His long fingers wrapped around her throat and squeezed hard.

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