Lovers – My Hooligan – Episode 27

Chapter 2 ⃣7 ⃣

 

 

…..In this world, a mother is the greatest warrior…..

 

Continuation From the Last Episode:

 

 

Krish Pov

 

I removed the knife from his stomach and cleaned the knife on his clothes.

 

Khaleel was on the floor writhing and struggling to stop the blood pouring out from his neck and stomach. I watched with a satisfied smirk as I watched my brother.

 

“You shouldn’t have meddle with my business Khaleel and I am sorry you have to die.” I told him. “But don’t worry, I will make sure Zee misses you each passing day.” I added and went back to the kitchen to keep the knife in the sink and return to still see Khaleel breathing.

 

Although he was losing a lot of blood from his wounds I had given to him but he was still fu.cking breathing.

 

I bent down and collected his phone, switched it off and put it in my back pocket and carried him in my arms.

 

I came out of my house and used one of my hands to open my car boot and put my brother there, closing the car boot immediately. I cleaned his blood that has rubbed on my car and walked inside my house to change my bloody clothes into another one and came out, opened my gate, entered my car and drove out of my compound, I off the car engine once I was outside and came down to lock my gate, entered my car and drove away.

 

I was driving slowly so that by the time I arrived at the swampy river filled with crocodiles, Khaleel would have died. He would have stop breathing.

 

 

I came across the river one certain time when I had driven out to think. No one ever comes there.

 

I stopped my car and came down and went to open my car boot only to see that Khaleel was still breathing.

 

Well I did try to make his death a little less painful so he would feel the pain when the crocodiles eat him. Even though he screams his lungs out, no one can hear him and besides, he can’t even make a noise. He is dumb.

 

I lifted him up from my car boot and walked closer to the swampy river and without a second thought threw my brother into it and turned and walked back to my car. I entered and drove home without looking back.

 

I drove fast and within the next five minutes, I was home.

 

I cleaned the blood with a mob and water and threw the bloody water inside the toilet and flushed it.

 

I put Khaleel phone inside the same toilet and flush it a multiple times, it didn’t flush, good, at least the water had damaged the phone.

 

I opened my kitchen sink pipe and put Khaleel phone in it and closed it.

 

I walked to my room and took my shower, came out of my bathroom and went to bed.

 

It was only when I had placed my head on my pillow I allowed the tears I had been holding to drop on my cheeks and wet my pillow.

 

I killed my own brother.

 

I used my hand to kill Khaleel. I am so sorry brother, please forgive me.

 

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Zoya POV

 

It was the sound of my phone ringing that woke me up.

 

I stared at my phone and saw it was my goon that I had sent a message to.

 

I pick it up quickly.

 

“Tell me.” I ordered and what he told me made me open my mouth in shock and surprise. I was speechless. “Listen to me very carefully, if anything happens to him, you all will pay with your lives, tell that doctor to treat him fast that if he dies, hell will be let loose. Make sure he survives, if he dies you die, do I make myself clear?”

 

“Yes ma’am.” He responded.

 

“How about the other information I needed?” I asked him.

 

“The temple is real and I have made my enquiries on the priests living in there ma’am.” He replied to me.

 

“Good, thank you ” I said and I cut the call.

 

How could he do something like that? Why?

 

A knock sounded on the door and Harsha’s voice was heard.

 

“Are you still sleeping, huh, my wild cat?”

 

I smile at my pet name given to me by him.

 

“You just wake me up from my beauty sleep.” I answered him.

 

“Okay, my father and I are going home, are you coming or do you still want to sleep?” He asked me.

 

 

“Wait for me!” I yelled, getting down from the bed, taking my phone and the clothes I had worn the previous day and came out of the room. “Good morning sweetheart.” I greeted him sweetly.

 

“Morning my wild cat, hope you had a wonderful night?” He asked me and kiss my forehead.

 

“Yes.”

 

“Let’s go, dad is waiting for us outside the hotel.” He said and we walked hand in hand to meet Anant Desai.

 

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Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple:

 

After spending some time with Anant and Harsha redressing his wound. I told Harsha I will be going to the temple the old man had told us the previous day, that the temple truly exists, he told me he would follow me. So I quickly went to take a quick shower with Harsha in his bathroom. We spent almost one hour touching and finding pleasure in our bodies.

 

He gave me another set of his clothes, a blue tight jeans and tank top to go with.

 

We shared the same shoe size so I one of his shoes to wear.

 

Seriously speaking, I am getting attached to his belongings.

 

Once we were dressed, we headed out, lying to Anant Desai that we wanted to take a stroll.

 

We flagged down a taxi who took us to Sree Padmanabhaswamy Temple.

 

I and Harsha were offered a seat by a young man who introduced himself to us as one of the young priests Sanjay served in the temple. There were few priestesses littering around the temple.

 

He left us to go and call his master to attend to us.

 

 

Soon an old man, not so old, came to meet us. But he was blind as Sanjay led him by the hand towards us. His eyes were closed.

 

He sat down on the chair Sanjay went to bring.

 

Sanjay stood behind him.

 

“Good afternoon sage.” I and Harsha said together.

 

“Afternoon my children.” The high priest answered with a nod.

 

“I came here to know if you have any knowledge of what happened to the previous priests who-” I started to say but got interrupted when he mentioned my name.

 

“Zoya.”

 

“How do you know my name?” I ask in bewilderment as I stare at the old man.

 

“I was shown a vision of you coming here, Zoya. You have a great battle ahead of you but be rest assured you will come out victorious.” He said.

 

“Who is my father?” I asked the question the only two who know my father’s identity were hiding from me. “Please, I want to know.”

 

“You want to know who your father is?” He asked.

 

“Yes sage.” I replied.

 

“Your father is the great Ravaana Kaali, the man who you seek to kill. He raped your mother multiple times until she got pregnant with you. I believe the old man that directed you from here has told you the story?” He asked.

 

My mouth hung open. Ravaana Kaali, the man that I had planned to kill, the man I hate is my father?

 

Was that why that old doctor and my mother were hiding the truth away from me?

 

 

“Yes, he has.” Harsha responded for me as I was still shocked by the revelation.

 

“You have to stop him Zoya, you are his doom.” He said. “You were born to defeat him and rule his empire, but the evil ones won’t give you a smooth path.” He added and stood you from his seat, Sanjay grabbed hold of his hand and started to lead him away.

 

“Thank you wise sage.” I shouted after I had gotten out of my shock state.

 

He stops abruptly and turns to look at me, opening his closed eyes for the first time since we came. I could see that his eyeballs were pure white, no black, all white.

 

“And one more last thing Zoya, be very careful, no one is your friend, trust no one.”

 

He said and Sanjay led him away.

 

What does he mean by that?

 

Tbc

 

Can I at least have more likes, I try today o.

 

 

 

 

 

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