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“Take us home,” she ordered, and the car sped down the highway towards Goel House.
“You can’t get away with this,” I spat, and she laughed.
“Of course, I will! We’re the Goels, my dear. I’m not a pampered blue-blooded princess like you. I’m hardy. I’m strong. And I’m ruthless. I will destroy anyone who stands in my way. Including your precious beast of a husband.”
I snorted in derision at her claim.
“Dheer will have the whole army at your door if you don’t let me go. You don’t know with whom you’re messing,” I warned.
She burst out laughing. A manic, crazy cackle that sent shivers down my spine because she sounded unhinged.
“Little girl, do you? Do you know anything about your husband? He’s no pampered prince, your Dheer. He’s the beast of Trikhera! He’s an animal. A murderer,” she hissed.
I shrank away from her. She really had lost her mind.
“Stop the fucking car! Now!” I yelled frantically.
Alka Goel leaned forward and put a finger on her lips.
“Shhh,” she said in a sibilant whisper. “Be quiet or I’ll slice up that pretty face.”
She pulled out a small butterfly knife and held it against my cheek. I froze in my seat because she looked crazy enough to do it.
When we arrived at her house, she pushed me out of the car and I fell on the cobblestones of the driveway. Her husband came running out of the house.
“Are you mad, Alka? I’m trying to get Ayush bailed out as soon as possible. Why did you bring this slut here?” he demanded.
Alka Goel sauntered over to him and placed her knife against his lips threateningly.
“Don’t interfere in my business, my dear. You stick to your turf and let me stick to mine.”
Her husband flinched at her words and backed away warily.
“Do as you like, but don’t complain when this blows up in our face. You think Randheer Shekhawat will let this go unavenged?”
“Let him come,” said Alka Goel, moving to sit on the big wooden swing that hung in the portico. She pulled one leg up onto the seat and began to swing gently. “I look forward to ending his tyranny.”
I got to my feet and a beefy thug pushed me towards the madwoman. He threw me at her feet and I turned to her husband.
“Don’t allow this, Mr Goel. It will only get in the way of your son’s freedom,” I reasoned.
He gave a mirthless laugh and walked back into the house without a word. Clearly, he wasn’t going to help me.
“You should have thought about the consequences of your actions,” said his wife.
She nudged me with her foot.
“See that hole in the ground? That’s where we had buried that chor, Sheela. And that’s where we will bury you.”
I reached my hand inside my bag and her eyes sharpened when she saw that.
“Fools! Take her purse and break her phone before her husband tracks her down. We don’t want to make it too easy for him,” she snarled.
I raised my hand and swung my heavy, leather handbag at her face as hard as I could. She shrieked as it made contact with her cheekbones. The butterfly knife slipped out of her hand and fell to the ground. I scrambled to pick it up before her men could and held it out when one of them approached me.
Alka Goel was holding her cheek as she screamed in anger, spittle flying out of her mouth as she called me every nasty name in the book.
“Get her,” she yelled. “Beat the bitch black and blue. Right now!”
