“Did I touch a sensitive nerve?”
Priyank jolted back. “I don’t have… a… fa…” The word was ready to slip from his tongue, but he wouldn’t let it happen. Not even in his dreams would he ever utter it. “Don’t relate that bastard with me.”
That man was just a sperm donor who left his own wife and child for his mistress. A man like that could never truly be a husband or father.
In Priyank’s memories, he never was one, and he never would be – and Priyank would make sure it stayed that way. With every breath, he held onto that resolve, refusing to let it slip.
“You can’t talk about your own father, and my friend, like this,” Aman declared in a pissed voice, as if he were going to kill Priyank with his eyes alone.
Priyank neither flinched nor said anything. He hated this topic, and he didn’t know why this man was so worked up if he was a friend of that bastard man. Then he could go to him. Why was he here like a coward, trying to suck up to Priyank?
For years, Priyank hadn’t seen that bastard of a man, and he had no intention of ever doing so again. If Aman wasn’t an enemy, kidnapping him for this lame reason was just pathetic.
“Let me tell you a story. How about you hear it carefully?” Aman smirked, his lips turning into thin lines as the smile faded.
Priyank sighed. “It’s not like I have any option. Just speak whatever shit you want.”
He was never the type to give in, and he wouldn’t start now. He knew his people would find him sooner or later, so It was better to waste this clearly deranged man’s time instead.
“Once there was a pack. They had everything – power, peace, royal blood, luxury, and the key to gain more power than anyone could imagine,” Aman looked deeply at Priyank.
“Continue,” Priyank’s face paled slightly when he heard about the royal blood.
“Some people who loved hunting wolves decided to hunt down the pack and get the key so they could obtain that immense power. With the help of other hunters and greedy individuals, they planned an attack on the pack, which led to…” Aman paused dramatically. “Half success, as the queen was so powerful. She gave her life to kill the head of those hunters and most of their forces before dying in the process, along with her husband.”
Sweat started forming on Priyank’s entire body because he knew exactly what was happening here. This was the story of Priya’s parents, right? Because they died in an attack too, according to Maya’s words.
But these details, and the person giving them, were too dangerous. ‘I need to do something. Priya needs me,’ Priyank told himself.
“I’m sure you knew the part about the dead queen and king, but what about the head of the hunters? What do you think about him?”
With a breathless voice, Priyank answered, “Why would I need to think anything about him or anybody?”
Aman regarded Priyank with a look of feigned surprise. “Oh, I think you’d be very interested in the head hunter’s identity. Not to hide, I was the right hand of the head. Still breathing.”
Priyank felt like all the air had been sucked from the room. This psychopath was claiming to be one of the people responsible for Priya’s parents’ deaths? For the slaughter of her more than half of the pack?
Priyank’s mind raced. “Whether you’re still alive or not, or who your leader was or not, it doesn’t matter to me. I don’t think so.”
“That’s for you to think, and for me to see how your genes run,” Aman replied cryptically.
Priyank’s voice was laced with venom as he struggled to control his anger. “You’re getting on my nerves. I’d love to tear you apart myself for this kidnapping stunt. Keep your story to yourself, bastard!”
“Bold words,” Aman said mildly. “But I’m the one holding all the cards here. Your defiance is futile.”
Priyank’s eyes narrowed as he glared at Aman, his hatred simmering just beneath the surface. He refused to show any weakness, even as his mind whirled with the implications of Aman’s story. The betrayal, the bloodshed, and now this deranged man sitting before him, claiming to be involved in the massacre of Priya’s family.
Aman leaned back, a satisfied smirk playing on his lips. “Ah, that fire in your eyes. It’s exactly what I expected from you. But let’s get to the crux of the matter, shall we? The head hunter… he was someone very close to you.”
Priyank’s heart pounded in his chest. He didn’t want to hear it, but he couldn’t help but listen. The truth was creeping closer, ready to strike him down.
Aman’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. “Your father, Priyank. He was the head hunter.”
“No,” Priyank’s voice was barely audible, his denial automatic. “That’s not possible.”
“Oh, it’s very possible. And it’s the truth,” Aman’s eyes gleamed with malevolent delight. “Your father led the hunters. He orchestrated the attack that killed thousands or maybe more.”
Priyank’s world tilted. The man he despised, the man he refused to acknowledge as his father, was responsible for the greatest tragedy of Priya’s life. The weight of it threatened to crush him.
“You’re lying,” Priyank repeated, his voice stronger now, fueled by desperation. “This is just a sick game to mess with my head.”
Aman shrugged. “Believe what you will. The truth remains unchanged.”
Priyank’s whole body started shivering. For the first time in his life, he let his weakness show like this, but he was unable to control his own body due to what was happening and what he had heard.
The bastard of a man was a hunter? And he is the reason why Priya lost her parents and was unaware of her own identity for the past 18 years.
So many things, and he can’t even count where to take it or where to throw it-it all sounds like a lie wrapped in misery that he doesn’t want to look at.
Is this the truth, or what if he’s lying? Yeah, he must be lying, because he will die if this is the truth. How will he face his Angel?