His Angel

Chapter - 99

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Her head lifted slowly.

Her eyes were red — not from guilt...

but from pride.

From a twisted satisfaction that made something cold crawl down my spine.

"You think I was wrong?" she whispered.

My heart stilled.

A bitter smile spread across her face.

"No, Siya," she said.

"I was smart."

My jaw clenched, but I stayed silent.

"I didn't just plan it," she said, each word sharp like a blade.

"I executed it perfectly."

She leaned back, as if telling me a story she was proud of.

Madness flickered clearly in her eyes now — unapologetic, confident, cruel.

"Do you know what real power is?" she asked softly.

I said nothing.

"Changing a child's life without even touching her," she said.

"Breaking a family without leaving a single mark."

Her smile widened.

"And I did that to you."

For a moment...

the room felt colder than the walls around us.

Aarav's grip around my hand tightened — grounding me —

but I didn't look away from her.

She wanted fear.

I gave her none.

Then her voice lowered into something darker, almost gentle.

"That night," she whispered,

"when my men shot your father...

and stabbed your mother..."

My breath hitched quietly — but I kept my face still.

"Somehow you escaped," she said, annoyed even now.

"But luck was on my side."

She leaned forward slightly.

"You were taken to the same hospital where my men worked."

"And I was there, Siya. I watched."

I felt something sink in my stomach — but my eyes stayed steady.

"My men took your parents' bodies," she continued,

"put them in the car..."

A small pause.

"And I burned that car myself."

A beat of silence.

"With your parents alive inside."

Aarav inhaled sharply beside me.

My fingers trembled — just once — before I controlled them again.

"And then," she said as if discussing weather,

"I made sure the world saw only what I wanted."

"I told a police officer to call Veer bhaisa

and inform him that Priya and her family died in an accident."

She smiled faintly — smug.

"I made sure the reports were changed."

"I made sure the Rajvansh family thought you died too."

My chest tightened.

Not in weakness — in something deeper.

Older.

"And they believed," she finished simply.

She looked almost amused.

"Your tauji sent you to your dadi," she said,

"after you woke up ten days later."

Aarav's hand squeezed mine again.

"Your tauji lied to your dadi," she continued,

"that Rajvansh family had issues with you...

so it's better if you stay with her for a while."

I swallowed.

"In that time," she said proudly,

"I provoked Vikram."

"I told him Veer bhaisa was the elder one —

he should handle everything —

but he always ran away from responsibility."

Her voice dripped poison.

"I told him maybe things would be different

if Veer bhaisa didn't always leave India."

"And Vikram... he was hurt.

Broken.

Confused."

"So he cut ties with Rajvansh family."

My heart twisted faintly.

For my uncle.

For all the lies he lived in.

"And the company?" she shrugged.

"He never knew anything."

"He thought he left everything behind."

"And because of the distance between Veer bhaisa and Vikram...

they never talked."

Her eyes glinted.

"And I made sure they never met again."

Silence fell.

Heavy.

Sharp.

Unforgiving.

I finally spoke... my voice calm, steady, almost too quiet.

"You destroyed them," I said softly.

"And you call it... power."

My hands didn't shake.

My voice didn't tremble.

Because some strength...

comes from the deepest wounds.

And some pain...

teaches you how to stand tall.

Her smile was slow... poisonous. The kind of smile that tells you some people feel proud of their sins.

"You think you understand power, Siya?" she asked softly.

"You don't."

Her voice had a strange, twisted pride.

"I didn't just destroy a family," she said.

"I rebuilt my world on their ashes."

My fingers tightened around Aarav's, but my face stayed still. Quiet. Watching.

"I controlled the company. I controlled the Rajvansh. I controlled every truth that could ever bring you back."

Her eyes locked onto mine, burning with madness.

"And that," she whispered, "is real power."

I didn't blink. I didn't speak. I didn't give her what she wanted.

She leaned forward, breath sharp.

"Everything was perfect. Everything was under my control—"

Her voice cut, bitterness dripping from her tongue.

"—until I heard you married King Aarav Singh Rathore."

She laughed, a sound that didn't feel human.

"The girl I buried alive... the girl I erased from history... returned as a Queen."

My heart pounded once, hard. But outside, I stayed calm.

"I knew," she said slowly, "if Aarav Singh Rathore found the truth... my entire empire would burn."

Her smile darkened. "So I started searching. I studied him. His life. His habits. His world. His weaknesses."

She tilted her head.

"And then I found Chopra."

My chest tightened, remembering that name.

She continued, "He was doing small work... stealing a few papers from Rathore empire for petty deals. So I told him to hire someone to hack Rathore empire."

Her voice grew sharper.

"I knew he would hire someone like himself—a failure. I wasn't stupid. Hacking the King's system isn't easy. But I didn't need it to succeed."

Her smile was cold. "I only needed him to distract Aarav. Make him focus on business so I could think."

I swallowed, but my eyes didn't leave hers.

"I even thought of killing you," she said casually, like she was talking about weather.

"But every time... someone was there. Someone protected you. Someone ruined my plan."

Aarav's grip tightened around my hand.

I didn't let go.

"And then," she whispered, "I found out that the mighty King dropped his deal—the deal he worked so hard for—just because of his wife."

Her eyes flicked to Aarav.

"That's when I understood. His weakness... is only Siya."

She looked back at me.

"Just like your father's weakness was your mother. Fools in love."

My heart stung, but my voice stayed steady.

"Love is not weakness," I said quietly.

She ignored it.

"So I changed my plan," she continued, almost proudly. "I didn't touch his deal. I didn't need to. And Chopra?"

She chuckled... dark, heartless.

"He was never a problem. He didn't know anything. I never met him. I was a shadow to him. I only told him—if he spoke a single word, I would kill his grandson. The only family he has."

She leaned back like she had narrated some great success.

For a moment, the room felt too quiet.

I finally inhaled—slow, steady.

The pain in my chest didn't disappear...

but it didn't break me.

She wasn't finished.

"When Veer bhaisa and bhabhi returned and met you... for a second, I thought I lost everything."

Her jaw clenched.

"But when they came home, Vikram was still hurt. He didn't talk to him. But I did—because I wanted to know."

I listened silently.

"At first, they didn't tell me about you. But on your parents' death anniversary, Veer bhaisa told us you are alive." She scoffed. "I hated it when control started slipping from my hands."

Of course she did.

"We came to meet you on your birthday," she said.

"And you didn't acknowledge us. I know you were hurt... but you are Priya's daughter. A golden heart. I knew you would come around one day. So before you did..."

Her eyes gleamed.

"...I had to send you to your parents."

Aarav's hand tightened around mine, but I stayed still.

"Your tauji contacted me. I was ignoring him. So I made a plan. First, I told your tauji to send messages to Natasha—'Your parents are not well. Come fast. Don't contact anyone.' I wanted to use her. She would call you. You would come. Easy."

I felt a hollow coldness inside me—but not fear.

"But luck was on my side," she said smugly.

"You came out of the house yourself."

She went on, as if recounting a perfectly crafted strategy.

"I told your tauji and taiji to send Natasha to the same mall. Then, when she reached, they called her again and told her to come outside."

She smirked.

"And you followed. Straight into my trap."

Her laughter was quiet, chilling.

"My plan wasn't just to kill you, Siya. I wanted to kill you in front of this King..."

Her finger pointed toward Aarav.

"...so he would blame himself for your death and lose the ability to think."

Aarav's jaw tightened so sharply I felt the tension from his hand.

"And then," she said proudly, "I would create more distance between Veer bhai sa and Vikram. So much that they would never think of meeting again in this life."

She shrugged as if it was nothing.

"But my plan flopped when Aarav saved you. Still, I thought—fine. He's in coma. He won't wake up."

My heart dropped for a second... but I held my breath steady.

"I kept my eye on the hospital. And your movements. Everything was under my control. So I relaxed... thinking I would kill you later. I didn't get the news that the King woke up."

Her voice stopped.

Silence filled the room.

A dark, suffocating silence.

I looked at her.

Not with fear.

Not with anger.

Just truth.

"So this was your empire," I said softly.

"Built on fear, lies, and dead bodies."

She flinched—not at my words, but at the fact that I didn't cry.

My silence cut deeper than my pain.

I took one step forward, calm and cold.

"And now," I whispered,

"it ends."

Aarav didn't move.

He didn't need to.

Because this time...

I wasn't the girl she broke.

I was the woman she couldn't control.

She laughed — a small, broken sound.

"Ends?" she whispered.

"You think you can end me, Siya?"

Before I could reply, a voice came from behind me—steady, cold, final.

"Yes. Only she can end you."

The door opened.

Vikram mamaji.

Veer mama ji.

And Madhavi mami.

All three stepped inside.

Their faces looked like they carried years of pain... and the truth they never imagined hearing.

Vikram mamaji spoke first. His voice was quiet, but every word shook the air.

"The day Siya told me about you... you died for me that day."

His eyes didn't soften. Not even once.

"You don't know how I controlled myself to confront you. I came here only for my daughter. I don't want her to ever know the cruelty of her own mother."

My heart squeezed painfully for him.

"I begged Siya," he continued, looking at me with gratitude, "to never let my daughter know what her mother truly was."

"So Siya said—when Aarav returns home, you will be dead in front of the world... but whatever happens afterward... that will be Siya's decision."

Mrs. Rawat didn't blink.

Madhavi mami stepped forward, her voice trembling with hurt.

"I won't ask you a single question."

"I treated you like my sister. I shared my home, my heart... my family with you."

Tears filled her eyes.

"Priya treated you like her best friend. She trusted you. She loved you. And you did... this?"

Silence fell.

Then Veer mama ji spoke—his voice cracked, not with anger, but pain.

"If it was about money... about the company... you should have told me once."

"I would have given it to you without a word."

It broke something inside me to hear that.

But Mrs. Rawat?

She laughed.

She actually laughed.

"You say this now, bhai saheb," she mocked.

"But when Uncle made the will, you didn't say anything."

"My Vikram was just a caretaker to your family. He—"

"Don't take my name."

Vikram mamaji's voice cut through the room sharply.

"I never asked for anything. I never wanted it in the first place.

My father's small business was enough for me.

"

His voice softened for a second.

"When my parents died, that business was sinking.

.. and Harish uncle made it successful. He gave me a family.

A name. A life. I told you this back then too. "

But Mrs. Rawat only laughed again—hollow, bitter, lost.

There was no guilt in her.

Not a single drop.

Veer mama ji's shoulders dropped.

Madhavi mami wiped her tears.

Vikram mamaji looked at her one last time—like she was a stranger.

Then the three of them turned around and walked out.

Not angrily.

But because there was nothing left to say.

Nothing left to save.

I stood there quietly, my heart steady, my breath calm.

My pain didn't spill out.

It stayed inside—silent... but strong.

And as the door closed behind them, I looked at the woman who destroyed everything I had ever loved.

This time...

I wasn't trembling.

I wasn't afraid.

I was finally ready.

To end this.

For them.

For me.

For the child she tried to erase.

And for the woman I had become.

I took a slow breath.

"You burned my parents alive," I said quietly.

"You stole my childhood.

You broke my name."

My voice didn't rise. It only became colder. Sharper.

"And now...

I will break your world the same way."

For the first time, I saw it—

Fear.

Real, raw fear.

R-9 finally panicked.

Because I wasn't crying.

I wasn't begging.

I wasn't running.

I was the Queen.

"You hid me from the world," I said.

"Now I will hide you from it."

Her eyes widened.

"No name.

No identity.

No power."

I stepped closer.

"You will rot in the same silence you gave me."

She shook her head, trembling.

"Siya... no... you can't—"

Aarav's voice cut through the air like a blade.

"You hurt my Queen," he said, his voice deep and cold.

"You will beg for death long before she gives it to you."

Mrs. Rawat's lips trembled for the first time in her life.

Veer mama ji stepped forward.

He placed his hand gently on my head.

"Do what you must, beta.

Today... no one will stop you."

Behind him, Vikram mamaji fell to his knees.

Shame, pain, regret—everything broke inside him.

Madhavi mami's crying filled the space.

"End it, Siya," she whispered.

"End our nightmare."

I looked at the woman who stole everything from us.

"You ended my childhood," I whispered.

"Now I will end your empire."

She opened her mouth to speak—

But I didn't let her.

"And one more thing," I said calmly.

"The deal you made for human organ trafficking in the last ten days...

The big deal you thought would save you...?"

I tilted my head slightly.

"It was fake."

Her whole body froze.

"It was me," I said.

"I gave you that deal.

And for some money... you walked into my trap."

Aarav smirked slightly beside me—proud.

I continued, voice soft but merciless.

"Now, I will live my life as a daughter...

As a sister...

As a wife...

As a Queen."

"But you?"

I looked straight into her shaking eyes.

"You will live as nothing."

"I won't kill you.

Not this soon."

"I will make sure you beg for death.

I will make sure you regret taking your first breath."

Her knees finally gave out.

And I just stood there... calm.

Composed.

Silent.

The girl she tried to erase—

Had just written her final chapter.

The car door closed behind me with a soft thud.

The sound felt too loud... too sharp... in the quiet noon.

Aarav didn't say anything.

He just sat beside me, closing the partition gently so no one could hear us... or see me break.

I kept staring ahead—

My face blank,

My hands cold,

My heart so heavy it felt like it might stop.

And then...

My breath cracked.

Just once.

The first crack since the day I learned the truth.

Since the day I found out who killed them.

Aarav's hand found mine instantly—

Warm.

Steady.

Safe.

"Siya..." he whispered.

Just one whisper.

And that was enough.

My tears slipped out—silent, hot, unstoppable.

Not loud...

Not dramatic...

Just years of pain finally melting.

Aarav didn't wipe them.

He didn't ask me to stop.

He didn't tell me it's okay.

He just held my hand tighter...

Letting me cry like someone who knew—

This wasn't weakness.

This was healing.

I leaned slightly toward him, voice breaking.

"H...how can she do this, Avi?"

My words trembled as they came out.

"How can someone be proud of something so cruel?"

My chest hurt as memories flooded me.

"What did my parents ever do to her?

What sin did they commit... to deserve a death like that?"

My fingers shook.

"And my... my baby brother..."

My voice cracked completely.

"What was his fault?"

A sob escaped before I could stop it.

"You know... I was so excited for him."

I pressed my hand against my mouth, trying to breathe.

"I even thought... I thought I would buy him a gift on my birthday..."

I swallowed hard.

"I wanted to be the best elder sister, Avi.

I had so many plans... with my whole family."

A soft cry left me.

"The way Papa used to call me princess...

The way Mom explained even the smallest things to me..."

I closed my eyes, my tears falling faster.

"How can someone destroy something so beautiful?"

"How can someone look at a happy family... and think of ending it?"

Aarav's thumb brushed the back of my hand gently—slow, grounding.

My voice turned sharper, filled with quiet pain.

"I wanted her to die, Avi..."

"But not this soon."

He looked at me, but didn't stop me.

"She deserves the same death she gave my parents."

"But before that..."

My voice steadied, soft but firm.

"She should live like me."

"She should live long enough to see how happy we are."

"To see everything she tried to break... only became stronger."

A small, broken breath left me.

"She made me an orphan, Avi..."

I finally leaned my head on his shoulder.

"But now... I have a family again.

And she will watch it.

Every day.

Until the end."

Aarav wrapped his arm around me—slow, protective, unhurried.

No words.

Just presence.

And for the first time in years...

I let myself cry

not because I was weak—

But because I was finally safe.