It's not easy to stare into death's eyes. Especially when there's a gun pointed at your forehead and a finger playing at its trigger.

A month back if someone told Myra that she will face death and series of sick games for this project, she would have laughed at the person and probably asked them to fuck off politely.

But now standing before one of the most dangerous and cunning man of the country as he held a gun to her forehead, she is not sure anymore.

"Where is the fucking evidence?" He pressed the gun over her forehead, imprinting the barrel's impression on her clammy skin.

"I don't have it." Myra gritted out.

The man scoffed and opened his mouth but Myra's attention was distracted by a wincing Vishal, who held his wounded leg.

Blood oozed out of the gunshot wound over his shin, and the deep gash on his abdomen wasn't helping him to stay strong either.

Myra glanced at him through her teary eyes, as he was slowly starting to slip away. She could tell. His eyes no longer held the spark.

"Please take him to the hospital. Get him help. I'll do anything. Please!" Myra begged the man, her eyes still not leaving Vishal. Her Vishal.

"What do I care if your lover boy dies?"  The man scoffed.

"Anything." She whispered, even though it meant against all her will.

A small menacing smile curved on the man's lips. He pulled back his gun and leaned dangerously close to her face making Myra cower back.

"I admit you'll make a good price. But I'd rather want your sharp brain dead than your body inside my empire."

His words sent shiver along Myra's back. And she wasn't the only one. Vishal could hear and comprehend each and every word and whisper in this room. It was too silent. It tore him that he couldn't do anything and let Myra suffer.

The only thing that is helping him as if to not succumb to this incoming eternal sleep is the fear of watching Myra suffer before his eyes. He dreaded what they'd do to her after he's gone. Would they do the same thing they did to all other girls?

He questioned himself and the mere thought shattered his heart into million puzzle pieces. More painful than the gash on his stomach.

"Leave her alone!" Vishal yelled with the last energy he got.

The man ignored and focused at Myra.

"Give me the evidence. I can end this suffering," He said.

Myra glanced at Vishal, her eyes held apology. Vishal shook his head, he understood what she was upto.

She turned to the man, staring into his eyes she sniffed and chinned up, putting on a strong face.

"Help him and I'll tell you where it is."

"Myra don't." Vishal croaked.

This time he managed to grab the man's attention. He grunted in frustration and got up, making his way to Vishal.

"Enough with the games, you two. Now give me the evidence or he dies."

The man tucked the gun behind his back, in his pant and cracked his knuckles ready to give Vishal some good thrashing.

"No!"

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