Chapter 97. Never Play with Me

It wasn't in his hands. What he did with her, it was all bolted up inside him, pent up, and she was the one on whom he released it all. He was never in love with her. She was just someone who attracted him, with her innocence, with her moves. She lured him. And for some moments, he was lured in. She was nothing but a mere infatuation. And after one fling, she was off his head. But then he came to know of her reality. The web she created on purpose around him so he could be moved by her moves. All the memories of his childhood flashed into his mind. The rage, the anger, the revenge—everything came at once and with such sheerness to destroy someone if exposed to it all at once. And he did what the demons whispered. He kept on doing that, kept on torturing her until he was satisfied, yet those emotions collected within him for a lifetime couldn't be subsided.

He was not done yet with her.

She would have to pay.

Pay for playing with him.

Pay for killing him.