chapter 4
AFTER SOME TIME
The car gleamed under streetlights, its black finish absorbing the night like a secret. I leaned my head against the window, eyes closed.
“Preethi… I swear, I’ll make them pay.”
A silent vow.
Moments later, the car halted before a colossal mansion—its stone fa?ade exuding authority, wealth, and hidden darkness. A fortress dressed in elegance.
Inside, the opulence only grew—crystal chandeliers, marble floors, velvet drapes. Security blended with luxury.
He sat on a grand couch like a monarch Whiskey swirled in his glass, his cold blue eyes fixating on me.
With a subtle gesture, he signaled to a woman in her forties. She approached, respectful and poised.
“Please come with me,” she said kindly.
Confused, I glanced at him.
“Get fresh. Then we’ll talk,” Rudra said in his usual calm yet commanding tone.
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ISHNI POV
The room she led me to was stunning—dimly lit, comforting, too peaceful for the storm inside me. After a warm shower, I found a white frock laid on the bed. Soft, elegant, it hugged my body in all the right places.
Downstairs, silence reigned. My footsteps echoed as I approached him.
He gestured to the seat across.
I sat.
“Who are you? Why are you helping me?”
My voice was steady, but emotions churned beneath.
“Rudra Singh Rajput.”
That was all he offered.
He stared at me, silent, calculated.
“I want to see her,” I said. My voice cracked, trembling like my heart.
He nodded.
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AUTHOR POV
The car was sleek, modern—black like the night. She leaned against the window, her face unreadable. When they reached the hospital, Rudra stepped out first and opened the door for her.
They walked together. The air was heavy.
A nurse led them to a cold room.
Ishni hesitated. Rudra held her hand in silent reassurance.
Inside… a body lay under a white sheet.
“Pre…Preethi?” Her voice was barely a whisper.
“Wake up… look, I’m here… it’s me. Your Ishu.”
But she didn’t dare lift the blanket.
The doctor approached, voice somber.
“It was one of the most brutal cases we’ve seen. Her body... showed unspeakable violations.”
Ishni’s legs gave out. Rudra caught her before she hit the floor.
She clutched his shirt like it was the last thing keeping her alive and wept.
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“I want them here. In front of me. Within one hour.”
The entire room fell silent.
Men who’d never taken orders from anyone flinched at her voice.
Rudra smirked slightly and turned to Vipul.
“You heard her.”
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BASEMENT – ISHNI POV
I stepped into the dim basement. Men lined the walls, armed and unreadable.
Two men knelt in the center—battered, bruised, and bound.
Rudra sat like a king overseeing judgment.
“Do whatever you wish. No one will question you.”
His voice was both permission and provocation.
I looked at the table—blades, salt, fire, tools made for agony.
I picked up a bucket of ice water.
Splash.
The men jerked awake, screams breaking the silence.
“What’s wrong?” I laughed softly. “Cold?”
One stammered. “Wh-Who are you?”
I crouched beside him.
“The girl you raped last night—she was my best friend.”
My voice turned razor sharp.
“And now… it’s time to repay.”
I picked up a blade.
Held his palm.
“These filthy hands touched her, didn’t they?”
I sliced deep.
His scream tore through the air.
Blood sprayed.
Still not enough.
I grabbed salt. Sprinkled it over his wounds.
“AAHHHHHHH!”
He shrieked like an animal.
The second man pissed himself. Eyes wide with terror.
I took a knife. Walked up to him.
Stab.
Right thigh.
Stab.
Left.
“NOOOO!! PLEASE!”
I laughed.
Then I kicked the first man in the groin. Again. And again.
His screams were hoarse now, a ghost of what they were.
Then—slice, slice, slice.
His fingers.
His chest.
His heart.
Over and over until nothing was left but silence.
Blood soaked my white dress.
I looked like a demon in silk.
Turning to the second man, I smiled.
“Now it’s your turn.”
I raised a gun.
Bang — his dick.
Bang — his arms.
Bang — his heart.
Bang — his eyes.
Bang — his skull.
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AUTHOR POV
Silence reigned.
Even Rudra’s most fearless men stood pale, horrified.
One whispered, “She’s a psychopath.”
Rudra heard it. He smiled.
“No.”
He stood, eyes locked on her bloodied figure.
“She’s not a psychopath.
She’s a goddess.
My goddess… to worship.”
Everyone stared at him, stunned.
And Ishni…
She just stood there—blood-drenched, victorious.
A storm in human skin.