His Angel

Chapter - 92

Hello, beautiful people! ??

Time felt endless. Maybe half an hour had passed since Tauji and Taiji were dragged in. They had screamed, pleaded, promised... but no one listened. Their voices slowly faded into silence. The sound of their sobs stopped too. Only my heartbeat remained, loud and painful.

I tried to move, to untie the ropes, but they were too tight. The ropes burned against my skin, but I kept trying. I didn't know what was going on, but I knew there had to be a reason behind all this — why we were all here, why that man in the shadows had mentioned my parents.

Who is he? What does he want from us? Why did he speak about my parents?

A cold thought hit me. Did he... kill them?

Before I could think more, I heard Tauji and Taiji's voices again. Weak... scared. I looked up, and there — the screen in front of them flickered to life again. The same shadowed man appeared, his face still hidden, only his voice deep and terrifying.

Tauji shouted first, "Why did you tie us here? We did what you asked us to do, didn't we?"

Taiji's voice cracked as she cried, "Yes, we gave you what you wanted! Please, give us the money now and free us. We are on your side!"

For a few seconds, the man said nothing. The silence was louder than his laughter from before.

Then his voice came — cold and cruel, each word dripping with hate."You foolish people. Do you really think I would ever trust you?You couldn't even finish one job properly. You disappoint me."

Taiji's eyes went wide. She looked at Tauji in panic. "What are you saying? We did what you told us! Right, Suresh ji? Tell him!"

Their words hit me like ice. I felt the room close in around me.

Tauji's voice trembled as he nodded. "Yes! You said if we give Siya to you, you'll give us money. We did it — just like sixteen years ago!"

My breath stopped. Sixteen years ago. The number echoed in my mind again and again until everything turned hazy. My heart thudded painfully against my ribs, the sound so loud I thought it would burst. What... what did they just say?

I wanted to shout, to ask what they meant — but the cloth tied around my mouth pressed tightly against my lips. Only muffled sounds came out, small and broken. My hands hurt, and I could feel my skin burning under the ropes. Still, I kept trying. Every tug burned. Every breath felt heavier.

They kept talking, their voices sounding far away, as if I were sinking underwater.

Tauji and Taiji argued with the man on the screen, and then the truth slipped out — the one I never dared to imagine.

"We helped you with that attack on Bhai-sa and Bhabhi," Tauji said, his voice cracking. "I gave you every detail you needed that night. You told us you wouldn't kill Siya, but you gave the order anyway."

I froze. My eyes widened behind the tears. I wanted to scream so badly that my throat ached under the gag.

Tauji's voice turned sharp, filled with bitterness.

"She escaped. Someone took her to the hospital, and you told us to make sure she never remembered anything.

I gave her that drug — the one that erases memory.

Once there, and again when I brought her home.

She never remembered. We told everyone she had an accident somewhere else.

We hid her from Rajvansh's family. I sent her to my mother.

And when my mother died, I had to bring her back. "

The ropes cut deeper as my fingers curled into fists. The pain in my wrists was nothing compared to the pain tearing through my heart. Every word they spoke stabbed deeper.

Taiji spat again, her tone full of disgust. "That was your biggest mistake, Suresh ji. You should've left her at an orphanage. I never liked her. Every time I saw her face, I saw that Priya's face — and I hated it."

Her words made my stomach twist. I wanted to cry out, to ask why, but I couldn't even move my head properly. My whole body shook, trembling against the ropes that held me still.

Tauji's voice grew louder, full of anger. "I brought her only so we could get the property and the company! If we'd left her, getting anything would've been impossible. But Bhai-sa made that stupid will! Because of that, we had to keep her."

They argued, shouting over each other, blaming one another for what they had done. Their words echoed around me, harsh and cruel, until they no longer sounded human. They spoke about money, property, and the company — as if my parents' lives were just part of a deal.

My chest felt tight. My vision blurred from tears.

The people I'd lived with my whole life — the ones I called family — had been the reason my parents died.

All this time, I thought they'd just forgotten the day my parents died.

..

I never imagined they were the ones who gave me this date.

They stole my memories, my childhood, my family. .. everything.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask why me? But the cloth over my mouth silenced everything, leaving me with only my tears and the sound of my heart breaking.

I tried to make a sound — a whimper, a plea — but it came out muffled.

Tauji looked at me once, and for a second, I hoped to see guilt. But there was none. Only fear... and greed. Taiji looked away like she couldn't bear my eyes on her.

The truth burned inside me. They weren't my family — not anymore. They were strangers who had destroyed my life and pretended to care in front of the world.

My tears fell silently down my cheeks. I thought of Mom and Dad — their voices, their laughter, the warmth I used to feel in their arms. I thought of my little brother, who never got to live.

Every memory hurt, every thought heavier than the last.

I closed my eyes and prayed, the same words I had been whispering in my heart all the time — Avi, please... come. Please come soon.

The ropes bit deeper into my wrists, my arms numb and sore, but I didn't stop struggling. That one thought — that he would come — was the only thing keeping me from falling apart completely.

The basement smelled of metal and fear. Chopra sat in the corner — tied, bruised, and barely breathing — but still silent. His eyes begged for death, but he wasn't getting it. Death would be too easy. And Aarav Singh Rathore never gives easy punishments.

Raghav stood beside me, arms crossed, watching Chopra closely. Arjun sat in front of his Mac, the glow of the screen reflecting off his face as he typed furiously.Rohan was there too, overseeing the guards and handling the torture setup — efficient, as always.

"Still nothing?" I asked, my voice calm — too calm.

Arjun shook his head. "Whoever sent the money to Chopra covered every trail. I checked bank servers, ghost accounts, offshore links... nothing. It's like the money just appeared out of nowhere."

Raghav added, "Even I tried through my agency's contacts. No one's got any clue. The man doesn't exist — not in our world, not in the system."

I clenched my jaw, the muscles tightening. "Everyone exists, Raghav. People just hide behind shadows."

I looked at Chopra again. His face was pale, blood dried around his mouth.

He whispered hoarsely, "Kill... me..."

"Death?" I said quietly, almost amused. "You think that's punishment?"

I leaned closer, my voice turning razor-sharp. "No, Chopra. Living with pain you can't escape — that's punishment."

He turned away, trembling. I stood up and glanced at Arjun. "Keep him alive. I want him to remember what fear feels like every single minute."

Arjun nodded. Raghav looked uneasy but didn't say a word. He knew my silence was always more dangerous than my anger.

I paced slowly, my mind racing.

Who was the person behind all this? It wasn't one of my rivals — they all knew better than to cross me. Whoever it was, they had money, power, and enough brains to hide from me. That alone made my blood boil.

After the Rathore project, this man vanished — like he never existed. That was the part I couldn't digest. If he wanted my deal, my company, or my empire — he could've tried to take it. But he didn't. He just disappeared.

Something wasn't adding up. And I hated unanswered questions.

Then — blink.

The red light on my watch flashed once. Then again.

I froze. My eyes went straight to the tiny screen on my wrist.

For a moment, my heart stopped.

That signal...

It was her.

The pendant. The tracker pendant I'd given Siya.

I reached for my pocket — empty.

A sharp curse left my lips. The phone was in the car.

Every phone in the basement had been on silent — my rule.

No distractions. No unnecessary noise when I worked.

I had never once regretted that rule... until now.

"Raghav. Arjun. Rohan. Move."

They didn't ask a single question — they just followed. They knew that look on my face.

Without wasting a second, I turned and strode out of the basement, every step echoing like thunder. My blood ran cold and hot at the same time — fear and fury burning together.

I yanked the car door open, grabbed the phone from the seat, and my stomach dropped — several missed calls from Siya flashed on the screen.

For a moment, I couldn't breathe.

Forgetting my phone when she needed me — that was my biggest regret.

My hands trembled slightly as I opened the tracker app. The small dot on the map moved — far from the city, toward a deserted area where no one dared to go.

My grip on the phone tightened. "Someone just made the biggest mistake of their life."

Raghav got in beside me. "You think it's her signal?"

I didn't take my eyes off the screen. "It's not think, Raghav. It is."

Arjun started the engine. Raghav loaded his gun. The air in the car turned tense — deadly.

"She's moving fast," I muttered. "Whoever took her... they'll regret it."

I stared at the blinking dot on the screen, my fists tightening with every passing second.

"Siya..." I whispered under my breath. "Hold on, Angel. I'm coming."

I tried calling Siya's bodyguard — no answer. The driver — nothing. My patience was hanging by a thread when my phone rang. Anaya.

I picked it up immediately. "Yes princess?"

She was crying so hard I could barely understand her. "Bhai! Bhabhi... I can't find Siya Bhabhi! She—she was here, and then she—"

I cut her off gently, trying to sound steady though my insides were burning. "Anaya, listen to me. I know where she is. Go home and stay there. Don't tell anyone anything."

"But bhai—"

"I said go home, Anaya!" My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I couldn't help it. The thought of Siya being in danger was killing me.

The line went silent. I threw the phone aside, jaw tightening. The location showed she was somewhere far — a place near the outskirts, where no one usually went. My heart twisted.

Please, Siya... please be safe.

For the first time in my life, I was praying — to her Shivji, to anyone who would listen. "Please keep my angel safe," I whispered under my breath. "Please... just keep her safe till I reach."

Raghav was busy making calls, giving quick orders to his men. Rohan too, his voice sharp and calm — but I wasn't listening. My mind was somewhere else.

I had faced death, betrayal, war in business — but never this. Never fear.

And now... for the first time, I was terrified.

Terrified of losing her.

I slammed my fist against the dashboard. "Faster, Arjun! Damn it, drive faster!"

Arjun didn't say anything — he just pressed harder on the accelerator. The car sped through the empty highway like a bullet. Every second felt heavier, longer.

After more than an hour, we finally reached the location. My men were already there, guns ready. Raghav's team had surrounded the area.

The Siya's bodyguard ran up to me, his face pale. "Sir... there are only a few men inside. Security isn't that tight. Maybe they think we can't find this place or..."

I didn't let him finish. I didn't care what they thought. I stepped forward, my voice low and sharp. "I don't want excuses. I want her."

He nodded and stepped back immediately.

I could feel it — the pull in my chest, the connection I had with her. She was there. She needed me.

My eyes turned cold, and my voice dropped to that tone people feared the most. "No one touches her. No one gets in my way."

I looked at Raghav and Arjun. "I'm going in."

Raghav opened his mouth, but I didn't wait. My heart was a drum in my chest — faster than anything I'd felt in a long time. Plans, caution, every careful thought — gone. There was only one truth: Siya needed me. And she was calling me.

I took my gun and moved. The place was tight, shadowed, but my men had it surrounded. I saw one man about to turn a corner; I stepped behind him, my hand over his mouth, twisted his neck. He went down before he could make a sound. No hesitation. That was the difference between us and them.

My men had already surrounded the building. Raghav's team moved like trained ghosts, clearing rooms, securing exits. In five minutes we were at the right door.

I peered through the window and saw her. My chest locked. She wasn't the Siya I knew — she was small and still, ropes around her wrists and ankles, a cloth over her mouth. Two men stood in the room like sentries. My blood went cold and then hot in the same breath.

Arjun came up beside me. No words — just a look, and we moved together. We reached the door and took them down fast, clean. It was over before the hostages could even realize help had come.

I pushed the door open and went straight to her. "Siya—" My voice broke on her name. I dropped to my knees.

"Siya. Baby, I'm here. I'm here, angel — it's me, Avi," I said, voice low but urgent as I crouched beside her. I didn't care about anything else. I started untying the ropes around her hands and legs, fingers working furious and sure.

Her body was limp. She didn't respond. She didn't even flicker.

I loosened the cloth over her mouth and pulled it away.

"Siya, look at me. Please, open your eyes.

" My voice broke somewhere between command and plea.

"I'm sorry I didn't pick up your call. I'm here now.

I couldn't— I know, but I'm here now. You can be mad at me, baby.

You can hit me, curse me, anything. But please—just look at me once. "

She didn't move.

I stopped where I was — mid-action — and just held her face in my hands, searching for any sign of her. No fight, no recognition. My heart hammered. The worst part wasn't the danger I'd fought through; it was the empty look on the face of the person I lived for.

I didn't say anything more. I waited — breath held, every muscle ready — for whatever she would do next.