chapter 16
Author pov
Ishni knows,
"No law could help her now.
No justice system, no court, no tears.
Only one thing burned in her veins—revenge."
One day she called karan, in dark forest no one around,
Karan walks in, cocky as ever, a smirk plastered on his face. He adjusts his jacket and scans the area.
Karan:
"Here to beg for mercy, Ishni? Or forgiveness? Bitch, you’ve always been good at crying."
He laughs, stepping closer, confident… too confident.
But Ishni doesn't flinch. She’s standing still, calm,She steps forward slowly, her eyes blank but burning with something ancient.
"I’m here to return the pain."
Karan laughs again, but there's a flicker of unease now.
Karan’s smirk doesn’t last long.
THWACK.
A heavy iron rod slams across his temple. He drops instantly — eyes wide, gasping. Blood oozes across the forest floor like spilled ink.
Karan (groaning):
"Ahh... you bit—"
Before the word escapes his mouth
CRACK.
Her boot crashes into his manhood. He screams. A sound so raw, it echoes off the trees like a dying animal.
Ishni (calm, deadly):
"Today... is my day."
She lifts the rod again.
Thwack. Thwack. Thwack.
Every hit, a memory.
Every bruise, a scar returned.
"For every night I screamed alone.
For every bruise I hid with makeup.
This... is for me."
Blood splashes her face. But she doesn’t stop.
The forest watches. Silent. Sacred.
His screams fade.
The only sound now
The whisper of justice from a woman reborn.
Karan wakes up slowly, groaning. His head throbs. Everything around him is pitch black.
The walls breathe silence. No windows. No sound. Just... nothing.
Karan (panicked):
"HELLO?! Somebody help me! ISHNI!!"
His voice bounces back at him hollow, useless.
Suddenly
Click. Click. Click.
The sharp sound of stilettos cuts through the void.
A silhouette appears. Shadowed. Elegant. Dangerous.
Ishni.
Her face glows under a faint red light. Calm. Beautiful. Terrifying.
Ishni (coldly):
"Scream all you want, Karan."
She circles him like a predator slow, poised.
"No one’s coming.
Just like no one came when I screamed for help.
When I begged you to stop.
When I cried every night you were out with her."
Karan gulps, chained to a chair. The panic sets in.
Ishni (leaning close, whispering):
"This… is karma, my dear ex-husband."
"And karma wears heels."
She turns away, the sound of her stilettos echoing again — every step a countdown.
Ishni’s footsteps approach, sharp and deliberate. She carries a heavy iron chain in one hand and a thick leather belt in the other. Her eyes burn with quiet fury.
Ishni (voice low, deadly):
"You destroyed me.
You thought I’d break and beg.
But you forgot"
She swings the iron chain hard across his back.
CRACK!
Karan’s body convulses. Blood bubbles from his cracked skin, dripping down like a river of shame.
Karan (gasping, choking on pain):
"Stop… please..."
Ishni grabs the belt and tightens it around his face, pulling hard enough to choke but not to kill.
Ishni (whispering close to his ear):
"Remember how you forced me to swallow your lies?
How you cheated and laughed while I bled inside?
Tonight, you’ll choke on the truth."
She slaps his face hard.
SMACK!
Karan’s cheek blooms red and swollen.
Ishni kneels, running her fingers over his bruised jaw, eyes blazing.
She presses a jagged shard of glass against his palm.
Ishni:
"Feel every cut, every sting.
Feel the pain you buried inside me for years."
Karan howls, struggling against the chains. Blood drips from his hand, mixing with tears of helplessness.
Then, without warning, she shoves a rag soaked in something pungent into his mouth.
Ishni:
"Taste your own fear. Swallow your sins."
She stands, pacing like a storm.
Ishni:
"You humiliated me, degraded me in front of the world.
But now, the world will hear your screams.
Echoes of every betrayal.
Every broken promise.
Every shattered dream."
She raises the iron chain again — and strikes, again and again — until his body is bruised beyond recognition, trembling with brokenness.
Karan’s cries turn into sobs.
Ishni stops, breathing heavily but steady.
Ishni (coldly):
"This is only the beginning, Karan.
The rest of your punishment will be written in shadows...
where no one can see, but I will never forget."
Ishni stands over him, her eyes wild, her hands trembling with cold fury as she grips a sharp knife.
Karan (pleading, terrified):
"Please... Ishni... don’t do this. I’m sorry. I’ll change—"
But she doesn’t hear him.
With ruthless precision, Ishni brings the blade down again and again—each chop fueled by years of pain and betrayal.
She carves through his flesh, slicing him into pieces —
each cut a release of the agony he caused,
each piece a symbol of her shattered trust.
Blood splatters across her face and drenches her clothes, but she stands unmoving, unbroken, consumed by her vengeance.
She reaches his heart, cold and steady, and without hesitation, she cuts it out — the source of his lies and cruelty.
Then she turns to the final act — his manhood — the cruel emblem of his betrayals. She slices it into pieces, eyes blazing.
With solemn ritual, she discards the remains —
some into flowing water,
some buried deep in earth,
some left to the wild animals,
and some set aflame, burning slowly one by one.
Each act a message: nothing is forgotten. Nothing is forgiven.
(After killing him)
After her brutal reckoning, the world turned its back on Ishni. Headlines screamed of a monster, neighbors whispered filthy names, and the law showed no mercy. They threw her into a cold, unforgiving prison — chains rattling, walls closing in, freedom slipping away like dust through her fingers.
But Ishni didn’t flinch. She didn’t cry. She didn’t regret.
Because behind those bars, where the world saw only a criminal, she felt something she hadn’t felt in years peace.
For the first time since the betrayal, the humiliation, and the endless nights of silent tears, Ishni was free. Free from the lies that chained her. Free from the men who tried to break her. Free from the shadow of her past.
In that darkness, she found her light.