His Third Wife (21+)

35. The death

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Adiraj was setting his plan to trap Ekantika and bring her in his bed. Avantika was also with him. As they were discussing the plan a man come inside the room in urgent. Adiraj looked at the man for once and then to Avantika.

"You can go now and execute the plan. I want her by the night in my room." He said.

Avantika suspect something but she had no choice but to listen to him so she left after looking at the man.

After Avantika left,

"What happened, why are you here? I told you to stay with my father." Adiraj asked him.

"Sarkar....wo...wo...." He was stuttering in fear and sweating so much.

"What are you saying....say it clearly."

"Sarkar....wo your father.....is no more." The man said.

Adiraj at first thought he heard it wrong so he asked again.

"what did you say, who is no more?"

"Sar....Sarkar....your fath...."

A strong slap stopped him in his words.

"What are you talking about, do you know who is he? He is my father. How dare you talk about him like this."

"Sarkar....I am saying the truth.......his body is in the living room and...."

"And..."

"And it seems someone murdered him."

Adiraj was shocked hearing him.

Adiraj's mind raced as the words echoed in the dimly lit room. The plan he had meticulously crafted, one focused solely on seducing Ekantika, was suddenly overshadowed by a grim reality—a reality that rippled through the air like a chilling gust.

"You're lying!" he snapped, his voice trembling with anger and disbelief. He stepped closer to the man who still stood there, awash in sweat and fear. "My father? No... it can't be. You must be mistaken. He was fine just hours ago..."

Adiraj felt as though the weight of the world had fallen upon him as he knelt by Charan's body, hidden beneath the stark white cloth. Chaos swirled around him, villagers exchanging hushed whispers, glances darting his way. He forced himself to maintain a neutral expression, his insides churning with the turmoil of emotions he couldn't allow to surface.

"Look at him," one villager remarked, shaking his head. "He lived a good life, but such a tragic end."

"Why is Sarkar so sad, it's not like Charan was so close to him." One of the villagers said.

"Perhaps he was, didn't you see how Sarkar had helped him to change his life and he became rich."

"But what is the relation between them?"

"......"

The villagers started talking and Adiraj realized he had no right to cry in his own father's demise.

As he tried to steady himself, a small voice broke the heavy silence. Adishesh, his younger brother, approached cautiously, looking up at him with wide, innocent eyes. "Bhai... bhai... who is this?" he asked, pointing toward the motionless figure.