[ Trigger Warning ⚠️ : Disturbing content ahead. Read at your own risk. If you want you can skip this part ]...................
Upon entering the dark room, Ashtram's eyes immediately fall upon Vedant standing guard over a terrified figure slumped in the corner. A cruel smirk tugs at his lips as he approaches, satisfaction gleaming in his eyes.
Staring down at Rocky with cold, calculating eyes "You thought you could touch my Angel..." A dangerous edge creeps into his voice..."tried to hurt what's mine? Let me tell you something,..."
Ashtram circles his tied-up victim, each step deliberate. "I am Ashtram Raghuvanshi. The most feared Mafia King. And you just made the biggest mistake of your life."
"P-please... I didn't know... I didn't know she was yours!" Rocky's eyes are wide with fear, his voice shaking as he tries to plead for mercy "I swear, I'll never come near her again! Just let me go!"
Leaning in close, his breath cold against Rocky's ear, Ashtram's voice drops to a lethal whisper. "You're right, you'll never get a chance to come near her again. Because after tonight, you won't be breathing at all."
Turning to Vedant, Ashtram gives a sharp nod. "Open him. I want him to feel every second of pain he caused her." His eyes gleam with dark intent, relishing the thought of inflicting suffering upon his predator.
Picks up a small, sharpened tool from the table "Let's start with your digits. For each one I remove, I want you to understand that your pain is only a fraction of what you caused her." Ashtram approaches Rocky, the tool glinting menacingly in his hand.
Ignoring Rocky's pleas, he grabs Rocky's index finger with his free hand "She's my world. My everything. And you dared..." His voice drops to a dangerous whisper "...you dared to lay a finger on my jaan..." He begins applying pressure to the tool.
Rocky's agonized scream fills the room as his index finger is cleanly severed, falling to the floor with a soft thud. "That's for trying to touched her face." He moves on to the next finger, his expression unchanging "And this one... is for making her cry."
Rocky's garbled pleas interrupt the eerie silence of the room. Through his tears and bloodied visage, he stammers. "N-no,... Please, I'm begging you."
Ashtram ignores Rocky's desperate pleas, his expression cold and unyielding as he continues his gruesome task. He snatches up Rocky's remaining fingers, one by one, and brutally cuts them off, leaving both of Rocky's hands as bloody stumps.
Rocky's broken voice is barely audible as he begs for mercy. "P-please,... Just k-kill me... End it... I can't take it anymore..." His tears mingle with the blood dripping from his mutilated hands.
Ashtram's eyes gleam with sadistic satisfaction as he listens to Rocky's pleas. "You think you deserve an easy death after what you've done? After daring to touch what's mine?" He shakes his head, a cruel smile spreading across his face.
Ashtram looks at Vedant, his gaze cold and commanding. "Give it to me, Ved." Vedant noded before handing over the acid bottle to Ashtram. Ashtram takes it, his hands steady as he unscrews the cap.
A chilling smile plays on his lips as Ashtram looks at Rocky's terrified eyes "You know, even your screaming won't stop me now. Every drop of this acid will be like justice for every tear you made my Jaan shed." He raises the bottle, the clear liquid inside catching the dim light.
Ashtram slowly pours the acid onto Rocky's mangled, fingerless hands. The acid hisses and bubbles as it eats away at the raw, bloody flesh, causing Rocky to scream in agony, his voice echoing through the room.
"AHHHHH! NOOOOOOO! PLEASE! STOP! IT BURNS! IT BURNS SO MUCH!" Rocky's screams are music to Ashtram's ears as he watches the acid consume the flesh of Rocky's hands, the pain and suffering clear in his voice. "PLEASE!"
Ashtram leans in close, his voice dripping with venom. "You made my precious angel cry, you pathetic worm. You stained her perfect face with your insignificant tears. Now, I'll stain you with permanent agony." He raises the acid bottle again, a cruel smirk twisting his lips.
With a wicked gleam in his eyes, Ashtram grabs Rocky's shattered jaw and forces his mouth wide open. He tilts the acid bottle slowly, watching with malicious glee as the first drops splash onto Rocky's tongue. "Say goodbye to your ability to scream, you miserable creature."
Ashtram continues to pour the acid into Rocky's open mouth, the liquid burning through his tongue, throat, and esophagus. Rocky's eyes roll back as he chokes and gags on the agonizing pain, his body convulsing.
Ashtram watches as Rocky's body shakes violently, his lungs burning from the inside out. "Time to silence you forever, you worthless piece of trash."
Ashtram throws the empty acid bottle aside, his gaze cold and emotionless as he watches Rocky's final moments.
Cuts Rocky's tongue completely off with his claw, preventing him from screaming or making any noise. "Your existence ends now." Stands back and watches as Rocky's face turns red, then purple, desperately gasping for air and finally suffocating in his own blood.
As Rocky's lifeless body fell to the ground, Ashtram allows himself a moment of grim satisfaction before turning away. He wipes his blood-soaked hands on Rocky's shirt, a cold smile on his face. "Justice has been served, my love."
Ashtram's voice dropping to a dangerous whisper, "Any person who even dares to breathe in her direction, whose gaze even accidentally catches her - they all commit a sin against existence itself. I'll erase their existence, leaving only their screams echoing in the void."
Turns to Vedant with a cold, commanding gaze "Clean up this mess and dispose of the body. Make it look like an accident." Ashtram begins to walk away, his voice filled with a chilling finality "I'm going back to my Angel. She needs me."
"And spread the word, Rocky met with an accident. He's gone. And anyone who asks questions or gets suspicious, they'll be dealt with accordingly. Ved, make sure everyone follows my orders." Ashtram turns and walks away.
.........{Disturbing content End}.........
I get into my sleek, black sports car, the engine purring to life. I peel out of the abandoned warehouse, leaving the grim scene behind. The night air whips through my hair as I speed back towards the mansion, my mind already on my Angel.
I pull up to my grand Raghuvanshi mansion, the iron gates creaking open at my approach. I step out of the car, my shirt still stained with Rocky's blood.
Steps into the private elevator, my expression tightening with anticipation as I ascend to the top floor. The elevator doors open directly into my luxurious bedroom suite.
I throw open the bedroom door, my eyes scanning the room for my Angel. I find her still sleeping peacefully on the king-sized bed, unaware of the bloodstains on my clothes and the darkness in my eyes.
I enter the attached bathroom, I look at my reflection in the mirror, the cold, ruthless expression etched on my face. I quickly strip off my bloodstained clothes, throwing them into the hamper with force before stepping into the shower. "My Angel should never see this side of me..."
I stand under the scorching hot water, letting it wash away the blood and violence of the night. As the water runs red, I close my eyes and repeat a silent prayer, begging the universe to keep my brutal reality separate from the angelic world of my Jaan.
After the shower, wrap myself in a plush towel, briskly drying off before dressing in comfortable nightclothes. I smooth my damp hair back, trying to regain some semblance of normalcy. "Just another night protecting what's mine. My Jaan doesn't need to know the details."
I quietly slip into bed beside my Jaan, careful not to wake her. I wrap my arms around her, pulling her close to my chest as I breathe in her sweet scent. I hold her tightly, feeling a sense of peace wash over me as I listen to her gentle breathing. "My angel."
Tightens my embrace slightly, a small smile playing on my lips at her sleepy murmurs. Pressing a gentle kiss to her temple. "Shhh... my love. I'm here....Always....Sleep Angel...." My voice is soft, completely different from the dangerous tone I used earlier in the night.
Pulling her even closer, I allow myself to drift off into a dreamless sleep, something I only manage when she's in my arms. For these few hours, I can be a different man - one who doesn't carry the weight of violence and power.
Next morning, my eyes flutter open, my gaze immediately searching for Ashtram beside me. But the space next to me is empty, the sheets cold. A pang of fear and loneliness shoots through me, and I sit up suddenly, my heart racing. "Ash?"
I walk out into the hallway, calling out for Ashtram, my voice trembling slightly. "Ash? Where are you?" As I approach the kitchen, I hear the sound of something being moved around.
I watches as Ashtram moves around the kitchen, his movements precise and purposeful. He seems absorbed in whatever he's doing, unaware of my presence.
Suddenly, he speaks without turning around, his deep voice rumbling through the kitchen. "Come here, Angel."
At the sound of his voice, my heart skips a beat. I move closer, my bare feet padding softly on the cold floor.
"How did you know I was here? You weren't even looking at me." My voice is soft, tinged with both confusion and a hint of amusement.
He turns, pulling me into his arms. He looks down at me, his eyes crinkling at the corners in an unguarded moment. "I always know when you're near Jaan" he murmurs, his voice low.
I melt into his embrace. I studied his face intently, my brows furrowing slightly. "Always?" I ask softly.
He meets my gaze, running his thumb gently across my cheek. "Even in the dark, even when I'm not looking."
I pull back slightly, looking up at Ashtram with a curious expression. "Where are all the servants, Ash? I don't see anyone around. Are they all gone for the day?"
He steps between my thighs, placing me on the kitchen countertop. He turns back to the stove, continuing to cook one-handed, the other resting on my thigh. "I gave them the day off," he answers casually.
A small smile playing at the corners of my lips. "Why did you do that?" I ask, genuinely curious despite the flutter in my stomach at our close proximity.
He glances at me, his expression softening. "Because I wanted to take care of you myself today," he says, his voice is low and gentle. "Just you and me, no distractions."
I smile softly, my eyes shining with affection and a hint of something more intense. The warmth of his body, the gentle way he speaks to me, the softness of his gaze - it all combines to erase the lingering fears and anxieties of the previous day.
Suddenly, he turns off the stove and moves closer, trapping me between his arms on either side of the counter. His gaze drops to my lips, his intention clear. Slowly, he leans in, giving me time to pull away if I want.
Self-conscious about my morning breath and messy hair, I quickly tries to speak, my voice coming out rushed. "I-I haven't brushed my teeth yet."
He smiles softly, "Do I look like I care?" he murmurs, his face inching closer to mine.
I bite my lower lip, a playful glint in my eyes despite my blush. "Maybe you should care a little," I teased lightly, my hands coming up to rest on his chest.
He chuckles softly, a deep, rich sound. "Who needs fresh breath when I have you?" Without warning, he closes the distance, capturing my lips in a passionate kiss.
My eyes flutter closed as our lips meet, a soft sigh escaping me. My fingers curl into his shirt, pulling him closer.
Pulling back slightly, he nips softly at my lower lip before breaking the kiss entirely. He gazes down at my flushed face, a smug smile playing on his own lips as he watch me catching my breath.
With tender care, he places soft kisses along my cheekbones and gently on my forehead, his hands cradling my face. Each touch of his lips is feather-light, almost reverent, as if worshipping every inch of my skin.
I steps back slightly, smoothing her hair down gently. "You should go freshen up now," I say firmly, but gently.
She wraps her arms around my neck, hugging me tightly. She presses a soft kiss to my jaw before pulling back, her eyes sparkling with mischief and affection. "Alright, sir." She says teasingly.
I laugh softly at her teasing, then suddenly lifts her up effortlessly. She instinctively wraps her legs around my waist. "Hold tight, my queen," I murmur playfully, carrying her towards the bathroom. "I'll have that warm bath ready for you in no time."
Setting her down gently in the bathroom, I began running the water for her bath. "I've put some of your things in my closet - anything you want to wear is there." I glances back at her with a soft smile.
She nods, "Thank you, Ash," she says softly.
I raise an eyebrow teasingly, a playful smirk tugging at my lips. "Need any help with that bath, love? I'm quite skilled with soap and bubbles, you know."
She blushes deeply at my teasing, but maintains her playful demeanor. "Oh, really? And what makes you think I need help getting clean? Maybe I can handle this one myself. Besides, someone needs to finish cooking."
Chuckling, I nod and lean in to steal one more quick kiss. "Alright, alright. I surrender for now. I'll be downstairs if you need anything... or your Ash." I wink playfully before turning to leave.
With a soft smile, I head back to the kitchen, pulling ingredients out for sandwiches, making sure she'll have something quick and healthy to eat when she's done.
Lost in thought, a tender smile plays on my lips as I prepare the sandwiches. Yesterday's events had been troubling, but today, I intend to fill her day with joy and distraction.
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