Ruthlessly Yours ( Put On Hold )

Chapter 6 : Care is the language of love

Hello readers . Thank you for waiting . I'm so grateful to you readers . I fell sick . That's why it took one extra day to post . Hope you like the chapter .

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Meher stepped into her cabin, her eyes locking onto Diwanji with a sense of purpose. "Diwanji, let's move. We have a mission."

Diwanji's curiosity was piqued. "Where are we headed, Madam?"

Meher's voice was laced with determination. "We need to infiltrate Diksha's home , her room for clues."

Diwanji nodded, his expression a mask of professionalism. "Understood, Madam."

Meher's phone buzzed as she dialed Ashish's number. His voice was a gentle hum on the other end. "Hello, Meher."

"Ashish, I need you to shadow someone,just for 24hours." Meher's words spilled out in a urgent whisper. "Track his every move, every encounter, every morsel he consumes. Capture it all, in vivid detail."

Ashish's hesitation was palpable. "Pictures, Meher? What if he catches me?"

Meher's response was laced with a hint of steel. "He is blind, Ashish, but his senses are razor-sharp. Tread carefully, we're dancing with fire."

Ashish's resolve solidified. "Consider it done, Meher."

Diwanji's inquiry was laced with a hint of curiosity, "Is it Vikram, Madam?"

Meher's response was measured, her voice tinged with a mix of intrigue and wariness. "Hmm, I've crossed paths with him a few times. To me, he's an enigma - blind, yet possessing senses that are uncannily sharp. A potential murderer, perhaps? Though unknown, his true nature beckons to be unraveled. Let's go " .

Meher is secretly fascinated by Vikram's enigmatic persona and wants to exonerate him from the case. To achieve this, she seeks to gain a deeper understanding of his character, hoping to uncover evidence that will prove his innocence and clear his name.

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Vikram's jog came to a gentle stop as he sank onto a bench, his chest rising and falling with slow breaths. He let his mind unwind, allowing thoughts to drift aimlessly, like clouds on a serene summer day.

Vikram's calm was disrupted by the loud clatter of his cane hitting the ground. He reached out, only to find it missing, and felt a sudden jolt of disorientation.

Vikram stood up, his ears tuning in to the sound of girls' laughter, a sweet melody that gave him chills.

His senses heightened, Vikram scanned the surroundings, his fingers twitching with anticipation. He tried to pinpoint the location of the cane and the source of the enchanting laughter, his entire being focused on the mystery unfolding before him.

Vikram's voice echoed through the park, a gentle plea to the mischievous girls. "Girls, I know you're there. Please, return my cane. I'm blind, and it's my lifeline."

A giggle rippled through the air before one of the girls responded, her voice laced with a sly sweetness. "Okay, we'll give it back... but promise you'll date us when we turn 18."

Vikram's eyes widened in shock, his mind reeling from the audacious request. "What? I won't! I'm much older than you kids."

The girl's retort was a sharp jab, her words dripping with a worldliness beyond her years. "Kids? We watch porn, Vikram. We know all about the world."

Vikram's face fell in shock and dismay. He was stunned by the girls' boldness, their youthful innocence overshadowed by a surprising maturity.

With a deep sigh, Vikram resigned himself to his fate. "Fine, keep the cane. I'll walk home without it." He stretched out his hands, his fingers splayed like tentative antennae, as he began his cautious journey.