chapter 43
Author’s POV
After making sure Ishni was resting, her breathing steady and soft, Rudra quietly stepped out of the room. The moment the door closed behind him, the tenderness in his eyes vanished replaced by cold, murderous rage.
He stood before his men, his jaw clenched, eyes burning red with fury. “I want them,” his voice came out low, trembling with restrained anger. “Swetha. Rajput. Every single one who touched her they shouldn’t see tomorrow’s sun.”
No one dared to speak. The air around him felt heavy, suffocating.
His fists tightened as flashes of Ishni’s pain filled his mind the blood, her screams, her begging. Each image sliced through his chest like a blade. His breaths grew uneven.
“I’ll make them beg for death,” he muttered, almost to himself, his voice dark and broken. “For every tear she shed, I’ll make them bleed.”
His men exchanged fearful glances, because the man standing before them wasn’t their boss anymore he was destruction wrapped in flesh, ready to burn the world for the woman he loved.
After some time
Rudra stood in the middle of a dark, cold basement. The place reeked of metal and fear. His presence alone was enough to silence even the echo of footsteps. His eyes were hollow, burning with a fury that didn’t need words. He looked less like a man and more like death itself.
His men dragged Swetha inside. Her hair was a mess, her wrists bruised from being tied. She kicked and screamed, “Let me go! Rudra! Please, you don’t understand!”
But Rudra didn’t flinch. Not even a blink. His men threw her on the ground in front of him. She looked up and froze. The air around him felt suffocating, heavy with vengeance.
“Mercy?” Rudra’s voice was calm, deadly calm. “Did you show mercy when she begged for her child?”
Swetha’s lips trembled. “I-I didn’t mean to—”
“Shut up.” His tone sliced through the air, making even his men lower their heads.
Each step he took toward her echoed like thunder in the hollow room. “You thought you could break her, destroy my world…” He crouched down in front of her, eyes burning like wildfire. “Now you’ll know what destruction feels like.”
He grabbed her chin roughly, his eyes burning with furyevery breath coming out like fire. The air in the basement turned heavy with silence, everyone could feel death standing right there.
"Yeh bilkul mat sochna ki tum aurat ho isliye mai tumhe chhod dunga..."
("Don’t you dare think I’ll spare you just because you’re a woman…
")
He leaned closer, his voice sharp and deadly,
"Tumne jo mere Ishni ke saath kiya hai na.
.. uske liye mai nahi, mere andar ka shaitan ladega.
"
("For what you did to my Ishni… it won’t be me, it’ll be the devil inside me who will fight with you. ")
His words were dripping with rage and power.
Swetha’s eyes widened in terror, her body trembling as Rudra’s grip tightened.
“Ab dard samjhegi tu.. wahi dard jo meri Ishni ne saha tha, har ek aansu ka hisaab milega tumhe!”
("Now you’ll understand painthe same pain my Ishni suffered…
every single tear of hers, you’ll pay for it! ")
"Bring it!" Rudra abruptly gave the order, and his men went and brought a cage that was entirely composed of blade-like sharp edges.
Swetha's eyes widened, and she pleaded, "Noo.
.. please... noo." Rudra signed, and his men dragged her into the cage and locked her inside.
Rudra sat in a chair and watched as his men began striking the cage with rods, cutting Swetha's body with the sharp edges.
Rudra stepped into the dimly lit control room, the air thick with tension.
His eyes scanned the men standing by, and his voice cut through the silence like a blade.
“Bring Mr. Rajput. And keep him close… right near Swetha.”
His men exchanged uneasy glances but didn’t question him.
They knew better.
Within minutes, Mr. Rajput was dragged in, his face pale, fear etched in every line.
He froze when he saw the cage Swetha trembling, eyes wide with terror.
“Rajput! Save me… please!” Swetha screamed, her voice raw, echoing through the underground room.
Mr. Rajput stumbled forward, his trembling hands reaching for the cagebut the moment his fingers brushed against the steel, he jerked back.
The sharp blades lining the bars sliced into his skin.
Blood dripped down his palm.
“Ahh!” he hissed in pain, clutching his hand.
A slow clap echoed behind him.
Clap.
Clap. Clap.
“Feeling pain?”
The voice came cold, emotionless like death itself Mr. Rajput froze.
He turned around, Rudra was walking toward him dark suit, sleeves rolled up, face calm, eyes burning with pure rage.
Every step he took made the air heavier, the room colder.
Rudra stopped right in front of him, his jaw clenched.
“Strange, isn’t it?” he said, voice sharp.
“You can’t even bear a scratch… yet you made my mother and sister burn alive.
”
Mr. Rajput’s breath hitched, his eyes filled with guilt and fear.
Swetha sobbed behind the cage, “Please, Rudra! Don’t do this, I’m sorry—”
Rudra’s gaze snapped to her “Sorry?” he repeated, his tone turning venomous.
“You tortured my wife, you took away my child… and you think ‘sorry’ will fix it?”
He leaned close to the cage, his voice low, lethal “I’m not God, I don’t forgive.
”
He straightened up, his icy glare shifting between them “You both wanted to see me broken. Congratulations… you did.”
He paused, a deadly smirk forming.
“Now it’s my turn to return the favor. ”
“Rudra… main tumhara baap hoon—” Rajput tried to say, his voice shaking Rudra suddenly laughed.
Not a normal laughit was hollow, broken, cruel He slowly sat back on the chair, resting his elbow on the armrest, eyes fixed on him.
“Baap?” Rudra repeated, scoffing.
“Ab yaad aa raha hai ki tu mera baap hai?”
He leaned forward, his voice turning sharp like a blade.
“Jab tune meri maa aur meri behen ko ghar se nikaala tha… tab tu baap nhi tha?”
“Jab unhe meri aankhon ke saamne zinda jala diya gaya… tab ?”
His jaw tightened, veins popping on his forehead “And jab meri biwi ke pet mein pal raha mera baccha maara gaya—”
His voice cracked for a second…
just a second “Tab tu baap tha?”
Rudra stood up slowly, walking toward Rajput “Baap sirf janam dene se nahi banta,” he said coldly.
“Baap woh hota hai jo raksha kare… jo apno ke liye khada ho.”He stopped right in front of him, eyes burning with hatred.
“Tu baap nahi hai.”
“Tu ek monster hai.”
Rudra turned his face away in disgust.
“‘Father’ word tere jaise logon ke liye bana hi nahi.”The silence that followed was heavier than screams.
Rudra slowly turned and looked at both of them.
His face was calm terrifyingly calmthe kind of calm that comes before destruction.
“You made my wife cry,” he said quietly.
Now it’s your turn to shed tears of blood.
”
Swetha shook her head violently, panic flooding her eyes“No… Rudra… please…”
Rudra didn’t even look at her.
He simply nodded.
Within seconds, his men stepped forward carrying a thick iron container Inside it, burning lava-like molten metal bubbled slowly, the heat filling the basement, making the air heavy and suffocating.
Swetha screamed, Rajput froze.
Rudra walked closer, his voice low but cutting deeper than any blade.
“My wife’s throat went sore,” he said, every word soaked in pain.
“She kept screaming… screaming in the agony of losing our child.”
His jaw clenched.
“Now,” he continued, eyes locked on Rajput,
“you’ll feel the same pain.
”Rajput stumbled back.“Rudra… beta… please—”
Rudra raised his hand.
“Stop.”
He leaned closer, his eyes burning.
“Jis dard mein Ishni royi thi,” he said slowly,
“usi dard mein tum bhi cheekhoge aur jaise meri dadiji ki awaaz tum ne li thi sab tha badla hai yeh"Swetha cried hysterically.
“Nooo… please… I beg you…”
Rudra straightened and turned away.
“Do it,” he ordered coldly The men moved forward Swetha’s screams echoed through the basement, her voice breaking, turning hoarse just like Ishni’s had Rajput watched helplessly, tears streaming down his face, his soul shattering piece by piece.
And Rudra?He stood there unmoving.
Swetha’s screams filled the entire basement For a few seconds…
chaos… terror…Then suddenly silence No screams
No voice She collapsed inside the cage, her body trembling, eyes wide open not in pain anymore, but in pure fear Rudra watched her without a single emotion on his face.
He nodded again, His men stepped forward and brought a huge knife, its weight heavy, cold, merciless, Rudra took it in his hand.
"Her cheeks and wrist were buries in red, you touched her with your filthy hands." He then approached Rajput, his men grabbed him, and with one force, Rudra chopped all of his fingers. Rajput screamed filld the basement.
Rudra looked at Swetha. Her eyes were filled with tears, but no sound came out.
The lava had burned her throat so badly that she couldn’t even cry anymore.
Fear had completely taken over her face.
Then he turned toward Rajput, who was lying on the floor, shaking in pain.
His hands were covered in blood, his power long gone.
The man who once ruled everything couldn’t even lift himself now.
Rudra walked closer, his face calm but his eyes cold.
“For the next thousand lives,” he said slowly, “you will remember what it means to mess with me. Main woh monster hoon jo sirf baaton se nahi ladta main apni boli khoon se likhta hoon.”The room fell silent.
There were no screams left, no strength to beg.
In that moment, both of them understood one thing clearly they didn’t stand in front of a man anymore, but in front of the consequences of their own cruelty.
Rudra nodded once toward Vipul.
Vipul understood immediately and nodded back Within seconds, the men dragged Rajput and Swetha away.
They were taken deep into a dark forest so dark that even locals were scared to step inside,Two huge pits were already dug there, deep and wide, waiting like open mouths.Rajput started crying.
“No… please, Rudra… please don’t do this…
” he begged, his voice breaking.
Rudra walked closer, his expression empty no anger, no mercy.
“You’ll be buried alive,” he said coldly,
“fifty feet under the ground so even your soul understands what punishment really means.” Rajput screamed, tried to struggle, but it was useless.
The forest stayed silent, as if even nature had turned its back on them.
And Rudra stood there, watching not with satisfaction,but with the calm of a man who had already lost everything worth saving.
Then came the final step.
Swetha and Rajput were thrown into the deep pit.
It was so deep that even if they screame there lungs out, no sound would ever reach the surface.
The forest swallowed their voices completely.
Rudra stood there, unmoving.
No emotion on his face.
No hesitation.
“Vipul,” he said calmly,
“cover the grave. Cover it properly. Itni gehrai mein dafana ki unki rooh bhi bahar aane se dare.”
Vipul nodded without a word.
Rudra turned his back and walked away, not once looking behind, For him, it was already over.
It took the men nearly two hours to fill the pit completely.
By the time the ground was sealed, the forest looked untouched again as if nothing had ever happened.
But beneath that soil lay two buried sins.
And above it walked a man who had paid the price of love with blood, silence, and loss.
Time passed, and Rudra returned to his old mansion.
He sat there quietly as memories rushed back to him how once this place was filled with happiness, how he lived here with his mother and little sister, laughing without fear.
For a brief moment, it all felt real again.
Then everything shattered. Their screams echoed in his head, the fire, the pain, the night that destroyed his world.
His thoughts moved to Ishni how close he had come to losing her, how her cries still haunted him.
And then came the deepest wound of all, the child he never got to see, never got to hold.
Suddenly, he threw his head back and screamed, “AAAHHHH!”—a cry filled with years of pain, loss, and helplessness. The old mansion stood still, listening, as Rudra broke down where once he had learned what love was.
Time skipped
Rudra returned to the hospital. He washed his face and hands, trying to rid himself of the tension and fear, and then went straight to Ishni’s room only to find it empty.
Panic surged through him. “Jaan… Ishni!” he called, his voice tight with fear, but there was no answer.
He rushed out, scanning every corner, his heart pounding in his chest.