The cold, hard floor sends shivers up my spine, the rough ropes cutting into my wrists and ankles as I try to adjust to my surroundings. My heart pounds against my ribs, fear gripping me tighter than the restraints.
The faint sound of footsteps grows louder, each step making my pulse race. My eyes dart to the door as two figures emerge from the shadows, stepping into the dim light.
Recognition strikes me immediately. The woman—Mariya. I remember her from Ashtram’s office. The tension between her and Ashtram was palpable, and now, standing here with a cruel smirk on her face, she seems even more dangerous.
But it’s the man beside her who sends chills down my spine. His tall frame and piercing gaze exude authority and danger. He looks at me with a mixture of amusement and calculation, like I’m some puzzle he’s already figured out.
Mariya steps forward, her heels clicking against the floor. “Well, look at you,” she says, her voice dripping with mockery. “Tied up and helpless. Not so confident now, are we?”
I try to keep my voice steady despite the fear swirling in my chest. “Who are you? What do you want from me?”
Her smirk widens, and she crosses her arms. “Oh, where are my manners? Allow me to introduce myself properly.” She leans closer, her voice low and taunting. “Mariya Raichand. Sister of the Abhay Raichand.” She gestures toward the man beside her, as if his name should strike fear in me.
Abhay steps forward, his expression calm but terrifyingly unreadable. His voice is smooth, almost too calm. “Abhay Raichand. You’ve probably heard of me, or at least my... reputation. We’re a family of old money and power, though not quite at the level of Ashtram Raghuvanshi’s empire. Yet.”
His words make my chest tighten. The Raichands are a well-known family, their wealth and influence respectable, but nothing compared to what Ashtram has built with his own hands. I’ve heard whispers about their ambitions and their rivalry with Ashtram, but I never imagined I’d be caught in the middle of it.
“Why am I here?” I ask, my voice trembling despite my attempt to sound brave.
Mariya’s laughter cuts through the air like a knife. “Oh, sweetie, you’ll find out soon enough. Let’s just say you’ve caught our attention for all the wrong reasons.”
Her smirk darkens as she steps closer, crouching so she’s at eye level with me. “But let’s get one thing straight, darling. This isn’t just about business. No, this is personal. You see,” her voice drops to a venomous whisper, “Ashtram should’ve been mine. Someone like him doesn’t belong with a mere girl like you. But he chose you.”
I feel my breath hitch as her words sink in. She glares at me with pure hatred, her fists clenching at her sides.
“And that choice wounded his pride,” Mariya continues, her voice dripping with malice. “Now, we’re going to destroy that ego of his. And we’ll do it by ending you.”
Abhay’s chuckle fills the room, low and sinister. “Hurting you will hurt him. And that’s exactly what we want. Consider yourself a pawn in a much bigger game, little girl.”
My heart pounds violently in my chest, fear and disbelief flooding my senses. I stare at the two of them, realizing the depth of their hatred and their intentions.
The air is thick with tension as I make my way through the dark, unfamiliar territory. Every step brings me closer to Niranya, to the woman I will destroy anyone for. The thought of her—helpless and scared—sends a surge of anger through my veins. I promised her I would protect her, and now, no one, not a single soul, will stand in my way.
I finally reach the place, the one where I know she’s being held. The building looms ominously in front of me, the silence broken only by the sound of my own footsteps. My pulse quickens as I approach the door, my senses sharpened to a razor’s edge.
Then, out of nowhere, I feel the presence of someone. Before I can even react, a shadow moves in on me. A man, likely one of the kidnappers, lunges at me with a weapon in hand. He makes a foolish attempt to strike me down, but he has no idea who he’s dealing with.
In the blink of an eye, I shift into a beast. My rage is a living thing now, consuming every part of me. I am no longer the Ashtram they all fear. I am a monster, and nothing will stop me from rescuing my Jaan.
Without mercy, I grab the man’s throat, squeezing until I feel his life slip away from him. His body drops to the ground with a thud. His death is swift, and it only fuels the fire inside me.
One by one, I make my way through the building, killing them all with the same brutal efficiency. No hesitation. No mercy. The blood that stains my hands feels like justice.
Every man who dares to cross my path falls, their screams swallowed by the darkness of the room. I don’t care who they are or what they’ve done. They took her from me, and that’s all I need to know.
As the last man falls to the ground, I stand over his lifeless body, my breath ragged, my heart pounding. But I don’t stop. I won’t stop until she’s safe in my arms again. Niranya will never know fear again, not as long as I’m breathing.
I hear a distant sound, the faintest whisper of her name in the air.
And then I move.
A dark chuckle echoed in the room as Mariya and Abhay stood over Niranya, bound and helpless on the cold, hard floor. Their eyes gleamed with malicious satisfaction as they watched the fear spread across Niranya’s face.
Abhay, with a sinister grin, slowly pulled a gun from his jacket, the metal gleaming under the dim lights. "This is how we end things, Niranya," he said coldly. "Ashtram will know his place when I destroy you. It’s not just about you, sweetheart. It’s about crushing his ego, his empire. No one can beat the Raichands. He will fall, just like everyone else."
As he aimed the gun at Niranya, a shadowed figure appeared from the darkness of the doorway. A voice, low and filled with unrelenting authority, commanded the room.
"Stop."
Both Abhay and Mariya froze, their smirks faltering as they turned toward the door. A shadowed figure stepped forward, his presence suffocating and oppressive. Ashtram Raghuvanshi.
Mariya’s confident facade cracked, her eyes widening in disbelief, while Abhay’s grip on the gun faltered momentarily. "How?" Abhay demanded, his voice laced with shock and anger. "How the hell did you find us?"
Ashtram stepped into the light, his dark eyes gleaming with menace as he smirked coldly. "I have my ways," he said, his voice a deadly whisper that sent chills through the room. "You can’t hide what belongs to me. She’s mine, and no one steals what’s mine without facing the consequences."
Abhay laughed bitterly, masking his unease with bravado. "So, welcome, Mafia King," he sneered. "The great Ashtram Raghuvanshi. Tell me, how does it feel to be just like us?"
Niranya’s heart skipped a beat. Mafia King? The words echoed in her mind, the revelation hitting her like a thunderbolt. Her breath hitched as the truth began to sink in—Ashtram, the man she trusted, the man she was falling for, is a Mafia King.
Her thoughts swirled in disbelief, but there was no time to dwell as chaos erupted in the room.
Ashtram’s voice cut through the tension, dark and unyielding. "You’ve made a grave mistake, Abhay," he said as he advanced. "And now, you’ll pay for every second of it."
A brutal fight broke out, punches landing with bone-crushing force. Ashtram moved like a predator, every strike calculated and lethal. He dispatched Abhay’s men one by one, but Abhay was no weakling, and the fight between the two men was brutal, each trying to gain the upper hand.
Mariya, her confidence fading as the scene spiraled into violence, backed away in fear. She had underestimated Ashtram, and now she was seeing just how much of a mistake that was.
In a desperate bid to save herself, she turned and fled the scene, her footsteps echoing as she ran into the dark corridors.
Ashtram didn’t even spare her a glance. His eyes remained locked on Abhay, a look of pure fury that only Niranya had seen before.
Finally, the fight came to its climax. Ashtram lunged at Abhay, his hands wrapping around his throat in a crushing grip, his voice low and threatening. "You fucker," Ashtram hissed, his rage barely contained. "You thought you could mess with me? With my Niranya? You’re nothing."
Abhay gasped, trying to break free, but Ashtram’s grip was like iron. Ashtram slammed Abhay into the wall, his fury uncontrolled. Then, without hesitation, he reached for the gun in his own holster, placing it inside Abhay’s mouth with terrifying precision.
"I’m going to make you suffer," Ashtram growled as he tightened his grip on the gun’s handle. "This is for every second you thought you could hurt her."
Abhay, with blood trickling from his lips, managed to sneer, even in his final moments. "You think this is over? You killed your own employee, didn’t you? That college boy, Niranya’s senior. I heard the stories. You’re no better than me, Ashtram. You’ve killed innocent people to keep your empire standing." He chuckled darkly, despite the situation. "I’ll make sure she knows what kind of monster you really are."
Ashtram’s eyes darkened with unrestrained fury at Abhay’s words. His grip tightened around the gun in Abhay's mouth, and without warning, he pulled the trigger. The sound was deafening, a violent, final end to Abhay’s life. Blood splattered across the walls, and Abhay’s body crumpled to the floor, lifeless.
Ashtram stood over him, panting heavily, his rage still simmering as he looked down at the lifeless form of his rival. His hand shook with the aftermath of the brutal violence, but his focus never wavered from Niranya.
He slowly approached her, his expression softening as he knelt by her side.
"You’re safe now, Jaan," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "I’ll never let anyone take you from me again."
Ashtram’s hands shook as he gently untied Niranya’s restraints, his fingers trembling with a mix of fury and relief. The ropes fell away, and he pulled her into his arms without hesitation.
But Niranya’s body went rigid as she pushed him away with all her strength, her face pale and her voice sharp. "Don’t touch me," she snapped, her words cutting through the tension in the room. "You’re no better than them."
Ashtram froze, his heart sinking at her rejection. His mind raced, trying to understand the sudden distance between them, the pain in her eyes.
"I...Angel..." His voice faltered, as he tried to reach for her once more, but she took another step back, her eyes filled with hurt and betrayal.
"No," she whispered fiercely, shaking her head. "You think I don’t know what you are? You think I can just forget what I saw? You killed him—just like that. And you’re the same as him."
Her words stung, but Ashtram didn’t move. His chest tightened, his breath caught in his throat, and for a moment, he stood there in silence, knowing she needed time, and yet, all he could do was look at her—his heart shattered by the distance she had placed between them.
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