All Chapters of Cruelty : Chapter 41 - Chapter 49

That late evening,Soft gleam of yellow scintillating lights fell on the pristine face of Saanvi standing among the mass of guests, influential and opulent, busy conversing among themselves and relishing the falling night, the moon shining a little red, today.They, specially the elderly ladies were deeply indulged in gossiping about some rumours flying around the corner regarding the newly engaged fiancee of Advik, a famous model and television host, Neha Sharma, the only daughter of a renowned business man, Sandeep Sharma and his wife, Meena Sharma, a lawyer by profession.She being their sole heiress, everyone's attention was drawn towards the couple on stage. An alluring charm wrapped around their charismatic personality, however the royalty dominating the wealth and prominence.'They were secretly dating for the past seven years. Initially, they met in their college times as freshers. And gradually, they fell in love but decided to keep everything under the rug for appropriate re

He was sentenced to three years in imprisonment being found guilty of abuse and misleading and hiding crucial evidences regarding an ongoing case of a minor girl being harrassed by the man, now being pronounced 'not guilty' and framed by the court. Whilst stepping down the staircase, he saw her standing in the rain with a black umbrella on the side of the lane, the scene pretty much hazy and unclear.He stood watching her stoic face, completely numb and expressionless. Exactly, how he saw her inside the courtroom while the judgement was passed against him. He didn't deny any accusation, the conscience was culpable for crumbling her soul. 'Aren't you going to say anything?', he softly asked from a distance. She shook her head, closing the space between the victim and his cuffed perpetrator.'Instead of saying anything, I want to present you something. This is a divorce letter, an unpleasant and bitter conclusion of our failed marriage. This will forever remind you of how sometimes, fe

A week later Somber night, a masculine figure rolled out of his sleek SUV, parked in front of an abandoned and desolate apartment complex. Black aviator glasses complementing his trimmed beard and overall domineering appearance in brown tuxedo over velvety Armani shirt, hiding a long scar running through his chest after spending three consecutive years behind lock up with inmates, bully and crazy maniacs.His ravening footfalls echoed in the silent corridor as a bunch of armed men advanced through the cramped hallway, following the formidable shadow in order to safeguard him from any potential attacks and threats, the desolate place, a dwelling to countless hazardous pests and toxic contaminants, filled with malodolorous smell lingering in the smothering environment, damp, cold and humid. With one robust push, the metallic door slammed open, revealing a moribund body chained to the walls, stained with ugly patterns of blood splashes all over the surface. 'Is he breathing, still?', t

I looked myself in the mirror. The red georgette saree perfectly hugged my curves. With fine intricate designs imprinted on the smooth fabric, the stud earrings overall made my appearance look extremely sophisticated, exquisite and maybe enticing? The event was not the only thing, I am getting ready for. There's something more that matters to me a lot, at least before I take any firm decision in my life and choose whether I live with my past or move on, completely. I haven't read the contents inside of the envelope but since our relationship hasn't completely dissolved in the way it should, I have decided to meet him in person and sort everything out. The one thing that always was always a negative aspect in our lives was the lack of proper and in depth conversation. It was always either an unfriendly and cold encounter or no words exchanged for days. This honestly requires a lot of courage for me to face him after not seeing him for so long, maybe an eternity, well that's an exagger