Enchanted melody of our hearts

🌳COUNTRYSIDE CHAOS-CHAPTER-47

Third pov:

Parthasarathy paced around the dimly lit room, his eyes darting from the cracked windows to the entrance, The sleek black hair that was once neatly tousled now looked a little wild, as though reflecting the madness within. His spectacles perched on his clean-shaven face only added to his deceptive aura of an innocent, harmless man. But beneath that facade lurked something far more sinister!

Across from him, Ganesh stood stiff, He had just witnessed his boss, Parthasarathy Venkatesan, slam the phone down after a call. The room was filled with tension, and Partha's seemingly mild demeanor had taken a dark turn. The tea table, once an elegant piece of furniture, now lay shattered after Partha kicked it aside in a fit of rage.

"We're leaving Kolkata," Partha finally spoke, his voice deceptively calm but laced with an eerie undertone. Ganesh, still stunned, nodded, his throat too dry to respond.

Partha began muttering to himself, pacing back and forth, his movements erratic. "If Adrian captures that snake Vishal... he'll trace everything back to me. I can't let that happen. No, no. I am VSP," Partha chuckled softly, and added with gritted teeth "Stupid Vishal, thought he could betray me and run! He should have known better. I gave him everything—position, power—and he turns his back on me like that?" Before Adrian figures out the truth, we need to get out of here. Stay low. Hit later." He paused, staring into space with an unsettling calm that sent shivers down Ganesh's spine. Partha's plan was simple—lay low, vanish for now, but strike later when Adrian least expected it.

Partha's eyes gleamed with a dangerous light. "Let Vishal face Adrian. Let him suffer. In the meantime, we'll vanish, become ghosts. But when the time is right..." He trailed off, that eerie smile spreading across his face again. "I'll have everything I want. Including Meera. Now everyone go and carry on the further work"

Ganesh, stiff and uneasy, nodded silently and went out. Partha looks at the picture of Meera, His lips curled into a twisted smile, one that looked almost sweet if you didn't know better. "Meera... oh, my Meera," he murmured, almost lovingly. "One day, she'll understand. She'll see that I'm the only one who truly loves her. I will have her. One way or another." His words were soft, almost a whisper. 

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Adrian pov:

I tapped my foot impatiently against the cold concrete floor of the warehouse, my hands itching to knock the hell out of that pendejo Vishal. My fists clenched at the thought, but Gael—one of our old schoolmates and now a doctor—was crouched beside him, checking over the pathetic excuse of a man who had fainted yesterday. Still hasn't woken up. Maybe we went a bit hard on him. But honestly? He's got a lot more suffering coming.

Luis and Diego were standing a few feet away, muttering something to each other, looking like a couple of lovers whispering sweet nothings. I raised an eyebrow, giving them a sarcastic look, but said nothing. Idiotas. They always manage to find something to gossip about, even in a situation like this.

Gael, with his usual calm-but-annoyed attitude, shook his head while working on Vishal. "You guys always breaking bones and calling me to cover it, huh?" He rolled his eyes, wiping the blood off Vishal's busted face. Gael's a good guy, always willing to help, but damn, he's such a pain in the ass sometimes. He got pissed when he found out what Vishal's been up to, though. Even a doctor's got limits to his patience.

After a few more minutes of poking and prodding, Gael stood up and gave Vishal a disgusted glare. "Seems like this one needs to rot in the Hernández hellhole before he gets his ticket to death," he muttered darkly, before turning to me with a more serious look.

"That guy is weak," Gael said, folding his arms. "You're not gonna get any answers out of him right now. His rib is broken, and his shoulder's dislocated. The nosebleed's stopped for now, but if you push him to talk before two days, there's a high chance he might die." His voice was calm, professional, but the message was clear: patience, Adrian. Yeah, right. Patience was never my strong suit.