[ Trigger Warning ⚠️ : Disturbing content ahead. Read at your own risk. If you want you can skip this part ] ..........................................
In a dimly lit room a blindfolded man is tied up to the chair is struggling weakly. The man's body jerks with each punch, his muffled groans filling the room. He is the male employee in Ashtram's company.The group of man doing the beating is one of Ashtram's most ruthless enforcers.
The Employee ask in painful voice, "Kyu maar rahe ho mujhe kya kiya hai maine." The enforcer, a burly man with a scar running down his cheek, pauses, allowing the employee to catch his breath before he delivers another brutal punch to his stomach.
Someone emerges from the shadows, his presence instantly commanding silence. He approaches the tied man slowly, a cruel smirk playing on his lips. He is none other than Ashtram. All the enforcers bow their head and stop.
Ashtram stops in front of the tied employee, his eyes cold and calculating. He reaches out and rips off the blindfold, revealing the man's swollen and bruised face.
The male employee says shockingly, "Sir?" Ashtram hisses, his voice dripping with venom. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a drag before speaking again. "Do you know why you're here?" He asks, exhaling a cloud of smoke.
The employee shakes his head in no.... "You bustard dared to look at her," Ashtram growls, his eyes narrowing dangerously. He takes another drag of his cigarette before continuing, "Tune meri Angel, Meri Jaan par nazar dalne ki himmat ki hai."
The male employee look at him confusingly. Ashtram leans in close, his face mere inches from the employee's battered one. His voice drops to a low, threatening hiss. "Let me make something abundantly clear, you insignificant worm. Niranya - she is not just my woman, she is my life, my soul incarnate."
The male employee whisper "Niranya." Ashtram's fury ignites at the mere whisper of Niranya's name from the employee's lips. He grabs the man's throat, squeezing with a grip that promises imminent death. "You dare speak her name?! I should end you right here for that alone!"
But instead of ending him, Ashtram's dark smirk grows wider. He releases the employee's throat, allowing him to gasp for air. "You know what I am, don't you? The Dark Devil of the underworld. I don't give easy deaths, I make my punishments last an eternity."
The male employee's eyes widen in terror as he realizes the true extent of Ashtram's power. He knows the legends, the stories of the Dark Devil who rules the underworld with an iron fist. "You... you're the one they call the Dark Devil?" He stammers, his voice shaking with fear. "You are the Dangerous Mafia King?"
Ashtram chuckles darkly, his eyes glinting with a cold, calculating light. "Oh, you know the legends, do you? You know that I'm the one who breaks men like you like toys, who makes them disappear without a trace."
The male employee trembling in fear. Ashtram's smirk turns into a vicious grin as he observes the employee's trembling form. He circles the chair like a predator toying with its prey. "I'm going to make your demise utterly brutal and unforgettable for looking at my Jaan with your dirty eyes," he purrs, his voice a sinister whisper.
With deliberate slowness, Ashtram opens his tailored suit jacket and folds back the crisp white shirt sleeves, exposing forearms corded with menace. His grin widens, revealing teeth that could almost be fangs. "Now then, let's begin your nightmare, shall we?
The employee's please fall on deaf ears as Ashtram signals one of his men. The enforcer approaches, presenting his boss with a gleaming, deadly knife. Ashtram takes it, testing the edge with his thumb and finding it sharp to his satisfaction.
Ashtram's eyes glint menacingly in the dim lighting, reflecting the cold steel of the knife. He hisses, "Look at me, you worthless worm. Look at me as I end your miserable life for daring to look at what belongs to me."
His movements are swift and precise, the knife flashes once, twice - three precise holes in each eye of the employee. The room echoes with the employee's agonizing scream, cut short as Ashtram slits his throat. "That's for looking at my Angel."
Ashtram's enforcers stand frozen, eyes wide with shock and a newfound fear of their own boss. They've seen him ruthless, they've seen him deadly, but tonight... tonight they've witnessed a level of brutality they didn't know existed.
Wiping the bloodied knife on the man's shirt, he then breaks each of his fingers one by one, listening to the satisfying snaps. "I should've ended you quicker, but thinking about you dirtying your eyes on my Jaan... it makes me want to make you suffer."
He silences the man's screams by stuffing a dirty rag in his mouth, but the muffled screams only fuel his anger. He takes a pair of pliers and begins pulling out the man's teeth one by one. "You know what hurts the most after losing your sight?" Being able to feel the pain but not see it coming.You can't see the blood, the broken bones, but you can feel every agonizing moment."
With each stab, the knife sinks deeper into the employee's chest, piercing his lungs, his heart, his ribs. Ashtram twists the knife with each stab, making sure to cause maximum damage. "You think you can just look at my Jaan and live?"
Finally, after what seems like an eternity of brutal torment, the employee stops moving. His chest no longer rises and falls, and an unnatural stillness settles over his ravaged form. Ashtram straightens up, breathing heavily, his once-pristine white shirt now splattered with blood red. A devilish smile comes on his face when he sees him died.
Turning to his transfixed enforcers, Ashtram casually adjusts his suit jacket, the action incongruously normal against the grisly scene. "Clean up this mess. Make sure not a drop is left." His voice is steady, betraying no hint of the brutal violence he's just enacted.
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I return to my opulent mansion, the grandeur of the marble floors and ornate furniture doing nothing to dispel the coldness that clings to me like a shroud.
My polished black shoes make clicking sounds against the polished floor, my strides purposeful as I approach my private chambers. The mansion's silence seems heavier tonight, carrying whispers of violence that still cling to my presence.
I steps into my lavish bathroom, the scent of my expensive cologne mingling with the faint coppery scent that still clings to my clothes from the blood of that bustard. I turn on the shower, the water running hot and steaming.
the hot water stinging against my cold skin, I find my thoughts drifting back to Niranya. My angel, my everything. And for her, I would burn the world to the ground, starting with anyone who dares to lay their eyes on her. My voice echoes softly in the bathroom as I murmur to myself, "She's mine."
I emerge from the bathroom swathed in a luxurious silk robe. I picks up my phone from the bedside table, my fingers hovering over the screen as I contemplates my next move. I have a few loose ends to tie up, a few more people to make an example of.
suddenly I gets a notification in Instagram. The corner of my lips curls up in a predatory smile as I reads the notification: "Niranya posted a new story." I taps on it eagerly, my heart rate quickening as the story loads. "My Rain angel... what have you shared today."
I go through the insta story, My brow furrowing slightly in confusion. "Chocolates?" realizing that my angel seems to be obsessed with chocolate today.
The caption reads: "I wish someone would gift me a lot of chocolates." My eyes narrow, a possessive spark igniting within me. My mind racing with protective instincts. I murmur to myself, "Only I can give you chocolates, my angel. No one else. You only belongs to me."
I smirk, a dangerous glint in my eyes. "No one can deny her anything when I'm around. She wants chocolates? She'll have the finest, most exotic chocolates from every corner of the earth. And anyone who dares to even look at her will face my wrath."
I swiftly dress in sleek black formal wear "The late hour? Bah. They'll stay open for me." I reaches for my car keys, my determination clear " every chocolate maker within a thousand miles should know - my angel wants chocolates, and she shall have them."
I stride purposefully to my luxurious car, the engine roaring to life at my touch. I peels out of the driveway, my mind solely focused on indulging my angel's chocolate craving. The city better watch out - Ashtram Raghuvanshi is on a mission.
I park my car in front of the luxurious shop, the sign reading "Chocolatier Royale" and the window displaying an array of exquisite handmade chocolates. The store's owner, is locking the door, but he freezes as he sees me stepping out of the car.
I approaches the shop, my commanding presence making the owner swallow hard. I said, "I need every box of chocolates you have in stock. And I need it now."
The owner's eyes widen, recognizing my reputation. He nods quickly, unlocking the door with shaking hands. "Mr. Raghuvanshi! Right away!" He scurries inside, returning a moment later with a stack of beautifully packaged chocolate boxes.
I take the boxes from the owner, my gaze sweeping over the luxurious packaging. "Excellent," I say, my voice tinged with satisfaction. "Now, I need you to stay open just a little longer."
I leans closer to the owner, my eyes gleaming with urgency. "I need you to craft a single, exquisite chocolate heart, encrusted with diamonds and inscribed with the words 'Forever My Angel.' And I need it in an hour."
The owner hurries inside to begin work on the elaborate chocolate heart. I take a seat in my car, the stack of boxes in the passenger seat, my thoughts consumed by my angel and the upcoming surprise.
Exactly an hour later, the owner emerges from the shop, holding a breathtaking chocolate heart encrusted with sparkling diamonds and the words "Forever My Angel" intricately inscribed. He approaches my car with a reverent expression.
I takes the chocolate heart, admiring its beauty for a moment before handing over a thick envelope filled with cash. "Keep the change," I says with a dismissive wave. I starts my car and pulls away, the chocolate heart and boxes of chocolates securely in the passenger seat.
As I drives, I murmurs to myself, my eyes filled with obsession and devotion. "Her every wish is my command. She wants chocolates? I'll give her an entire shop. She wants the moon? I'll move the heavens to get it for her."
"Get ready for your chocolates my angel," I whispers with a mischievous smirk. "Tonight, her sweet tooth meets its match in me."
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