Chapter 320 His Funeral..

Chapter 320 His Funeral..

A/N - This chapter is about MC's funeral back on earth. And a little bit about his past and friends he cherished.

Those who've read my novel LOSS can skip this, as you would've seen it already. Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

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Character details -

(1) Vikram - MC's big brother back on earth.

(2) Ali - His last and best friend and coworker at the place he worked at before his death.

(3) Rangaa - A friend and father figure, who trained him and taught him all about fighting and surviving in the power struggles he was thrown after siding with Shweta.

(4) Hell - The house where Shiva and Shweta moved in together, aftter they killed Nirvaan.

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Ali stood opposite a glass wall, separating him from the morgue, where shiva's body was placed. Looking at the unfamiliar number in his phone, he dialed the call button. But as the rings kept ringing, hesitation crept in his heart if he should just hang up before anybody answers.

But his hesitation broke as he heard a sound from the other end of the call.

"Hello, who's this?"

"Hi, my name is Ali Arya, I'm sh_"

"If you're calling to sell me something, I'm telling you I'm not interested in buying anything. I don't need any loans, and I certainly don't want a credit card. So I'll hang up first."

"Shiva's dead."

Not waiting for the other party to hang up, Ali just skipped his introduction and said his purpose. After some background checks, Emily found the contact details for Shiva's family members.

Though the relationship between Shiva and his family wasn't good, but he still didn't want to burn their son without informing them.

"Who are you?" After a long silence from the other side of the call, a voice came to Ali's ears, asking him his name.

"I'm Ali, for the past 2 years he's been working with me, we were friends and colleagues." Ali said patiently.

"Where'd you get this number?"

Ali heard another question but telling someone he did a major background check on them, and hacked a few government documents wasn't actually nice, so he just skipped it, and fucused on the main thing.

That's why some locals even called this building a haunted house, and refused to enter inside or get anywhere close to it. There were even rumors that you could hear the screams of ghosts and wailings of spirits from this house at night.

Yet Ali walked in forward without any hesitation.

His steps came to a halt as he reached the main gate of that mansion and looked at the name plate outside.

Removing the dust covering it from his hand, he read the stuff written there, and couldn't help but smile.

There was just one word, consisting four letters - HELL ...

"Well I guess, I know who came up with this name." He said with a smile and shook his head and walked inside.

He walked to a giant tree in the center of the garden , just in front of that mansion and stood there.

The big tree was completely empty, with nothing but dried sticks barely hanging with the last support of the deep roots.

"I guess you did know him a little." A voice broke Ali's peaceful thoughts. Turning around Ali saw a middle aged man he hadn't seen in months.

"Rangaa." Ali muttered, signaling his guards who were ready to apprehend this intruder.

"What're you doing here?" He asked, feeling a little wary of the underworld leader of their city who ran nearly a hundred of clubs, casino, bars and mainly fight rings.

"I'm just here to say my goodbyes. I did know him longer than you, you know." Rangaa said and looked at the big tree which still had two small letters carved onto its dried shaft.

S & S

"He uprooted this tree from some park and then planted it here. I remember saying him that it won't work, Or that it'll dry down and die. But he insisted, saying it was special and he liked the shade of it." Rangaa touched the letters and started talking as if reminiscing about his past with a smile.

"Did it work? Did this tree grew?" Ali asked curiosly.

"Maybe it would've. But one day he got drunk and then set it on fire, along with this whole of HELL. So we'll never know." Rangaa replied with a sigh, his expression unreadable. He watched as Ali pulled the cloth over the pot in his hand and scattered Shiva's ashes near the tree.

'Maybe now you can rest in peace, son.' He thought in his heart, burying the memories back before they surfaced on his face.

"I heard you wanted to deal with the guy who killed him yourself." He said breaking the unsettling silence and added, "You have two months. After that, if I see him alive, I'll burn this whole goddamn city if I have to. Starting with him and ending with Arya's." Rangaa gave a warning and then turned back to leave.

Emily, Ali's assistant clenched her fists hearing someone threaten her employer so brazenly, but before she ordered the guards to teach this man a lesson, Ali raised his hand and stopped her.

"Let him go." He said and all the guards gave way to Rangaa, who seemed unfazed by all the anger and annoyance those guards showed. Like he didn't even put them in his eyes.

And he really didn't.

After all, this HELL was once his home turf.. And if he got scared by some newborn baby bodyguards in his own home, then he's really not worth his title of Kingpin.