Five litres of water

Parth stormed into the room, his every footstep was a close death call.

The three janitors were paralyzed on the spot, with Parth's menacing aura holding them in a tightening grip.

A few minutes back, the janitors wondered if they had stepped on a fox tail today to get a fortune of luck of having a free lunch in the canteen. But hell no. They are running on a street of bad luck. They would be shitting bricks to stand in front of Parth. Today, they are not only standing in front of him but bitched about him. Unfortunately, the Rakshas overheard everything. They don't know if the hell will lease, but he will definitely be out for their blood.

On the other hand, Nikhil's brain was a complete mess as he saw Parth nearing him. "G_ood Morning, Sir! We all missed you."

"I, too, missed torturing you. I wonder if it's okay to kill you at this hour in the morning? Though it's not civilized." Parth's voice was heavy with sarcasm.

"Y_ou can't, sir!" Nikhil's hands quivered as he tried to turn off the tape recorder, but fortunately or unfortunately, his fingers pressed a button which changed the song, and the song 'Yeh Haseen Vadiyan' began playing. A romantic song at this time! As if his romantic life is active. Is god punishing me? Nikhil hard pressed the off button on the tape recorder.

"Why not? Care to enlighten me?" Parth took the gun hidden behind his back pants. He grazed the metal with the tip of his fingers before placing it on the table. "Do you see this? Thirsting for your blood. Your answer better satisfies me."

Nikhil gulped. So did the janitors.

"B_ecause.." Nikhil racked his brain for an alibi. "I am the bread earner of my parents."

"They will get a lifetime settlement money after you die. Still a good choice to kill you." Parth picked up the gun and pointed the barrel at Nikhil's forehead. "I will give you one more chance."

"I_I am the only son of my parents, Sir! Is this enough?" Sensing the Rakshas was still not convinced, Nikhil's legs went jelly in fear.

"Time to_"

"I am the source of entertainment."

"That's convincing to some extent." Parth's hands dropped as the answer indeed satisfied him.

Nikhil breathed a sigh of relief.

'Lord hanuman, Thanks for saving me. I will come and visit your temple tomorrow.'

Parth looked at the messy floor with coffee byte chocolate wrappers scattered across the floor. As if on cue, one of the servants picked it up and put it inside the pant pocket. "Seems like you three don't have work since you are enjoying time with this Baffoon?"

"Sir...you called me Buffoon?" Nikhil cried. Now that he knows Parth spared his life, Nikhil waa back to the square. He bitched on him, so what? Isn't it true? This jealous man finds every possible way to insult him in front of the staff.

"I am still not done with you yet," Parth said in a cold, firm voice. He then pointed his eyes at the three janitors, standing close together in fear. "It seems like our office has plenty of servants with less work. Isn't it time we get rid of the unfit candidates?"

"Sir...Please give us another oppurtunity..." The janitors pleaded, folding their hands. They are the bread and butter earners in the family, and their families will fall into the roads if their jobs are at stake. "We were cleaning the corridors. Nikhil sir ordered us to come here. Please give us any punishment. We will do it, but don't terminate us."

Nikhil tightened his fits, throwing atomic glares at the servants. Minutes before, they were bootlicking him, and now these chameleons have changed the party.

A sense of satisfaction filled Parth witnessing their helpless cries. "Well, for the starters." Parth rested his arm on the armrest and spoke up, his voice lazy and shiftless. "Clean the entire ground by the evening. We will talk about your actual punishment later.

"Sir...the ground is_"

"Off you go before I change my mood."

It takes almost two days to tour the ground. Clean the ground by the evening? The three servants shuddered but quickly left, knowing that Parth would back out of his decision.

Meanwhile, Nikhil rejoiced in escaping punishment using his intellectual brain. He gazed at Parth. He spoke with someone over the telephone. Five minutes later, a man in a khaki uniform came with a medium-sized water can. It was half filled. The confused Nikhil wondered what this Rakshas was up to.

"What's the capacity?" Parth asked, picking up a file from the drawer.

"Approximately five litres, sir."

"Good. It would suffice. You know what to do, right?" Parth said. "Feed him. Not a drop to be left. Make sure he doesn't pee until 4 p.m. Let him scream, or beg. Don't entertain him."

"Y_es, sir." The man agreed, pitying Nikhil.

Having said that, Parth stormed out of the room.

Nikhil: " "

....

An encounter with a weirdo in the morning, and on top of that, he was supposed to be at home taking care of his dear wife, but that little one kicked him out of the house, saying he was lecturing like an old-school teacher. He was already in a bad mood for not spending time with Anjali. But the pent-up frustration filled up to some extent after torturing these people.

The office was busy with employees loitering from room to room. A couple of them wished him good morning as Parth walked in the corridor. He greeted them back, which took them by surprise.

He walked into the director's office room, not bothering to knock on the door.

"Hey, Parth! How are you, my Boy?" Anup smiled. "We all missed you."

"You can be transparent with me. I don't mind." Parth deadpanned, seeing through his lies.

Anup sheepishly smiled. "We enjoyed the peaceful office. The staff hoped you would take leaves more often.

"That's good feedback."

"Any important matter to discuss?" Anup asked, changing the topic.

"I need the details of the woman who survived in Vikramgad's mystery case. For example, her family, if she has, and the hospital name she is getting treated."

"There is no use, Parth. She is of no hope."

"My brain is trained to see hope in every situation. It soon becomes invisible if you don't look into minute details." Parth stated. "I want the details on my table by tomorrow. End of the discussion."

Anup agreed, admiring Parth's keen ability to look into minor details. As Parth got up to leave, Anup stopped him because he had to discuss an important matter.

"What is it?"

"Ummm, someone volunteered to accompany you on this case," Anup said hesitantly. He asked several officers, and nobody was ready to become his partner in crime except that one man.

"Great! Who is that lucky fellow."

Lucky, my foot? Anup thought. He wondered if Parth would maintain the same composure if he revealed the name. "Err....that is_"

"Did someone call me here?" The door pushed open; A man in a formal black shirt entered; his black eyes flashed triumphantly as he gazed at Parth. "Well, hello, friend!"

"Is he?" Parth questioned in bewilderment, to which Anup hesitantly nodded.

"Absolutely no!" Parth denied. He can't stand this dippy for a second, especially after that incident.