Aditya warned RIVAN
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When he left... I just stood there.
Emotionless.
It felt like everything around me stopped the air, my breath, even the sound of my heartbeat. I couldn't move. My legs wouldn't listen, my hands felt cold, my body numb.
And then... the memories started coming back.
Bapu's voice. His anger. The sound of the belt snapping through the air. The sharp sting on my skin. The rods. The shouting. The pain.
All of it.
Each memory hit me like a slap. My chest tightened. It hurt to breathe.
My mind kept whispering it again and again they're all the same... all of them.
And if that's true, then... then what about him?
My throat went dry. My lips trembled as I whispered to myself,
"Pa... pati Parmeshwar ji... will he... will he also start beating me?"
The thought made my heart pound painfully.
"No... no... no..." I murmured, shaking my head. My hands trembled violently, my nails digging into my palms. Panic rushed over me like a storm, and my whole body began to shake.
I wanted to cry like always but this time, I couldn't. My tears burned behind my eyes, refusing to fall.
I was terrified.
What if one day... he kills me too?
My heart was racing.
No... it wasn't racing.
It was paining.
Every beat was heavy as if someone had placed a stone on my chest.
It hurt so much that I couldn't breathe properly.
My eyes stayed fixed on the door even after he left.
I didn't blink. I couldn't.
The room felt colder suddenly.
Empty... but still filled with his voice, his anger, his words.
"Don't you dare call me your husband."
The words kept echoing in my head like a punishment.
Each echo louder, sharper stabbing me from inside.
I stood still... emotionless on the outside, but inside everything was breaking apart.
My legs were shaking. My throat felt tight.
Something inside me was screaming run, run away before he comes back.
But I couldn't move.
My body froze...
just like it used to when Bapu raised his belt.
And then the memories started crawling back
the sound of the belt snapping through the air,
the metallic clang of the rod when it hit the floor before it hit me,
the smell of blood and dust mixed together,
the silence that followed when he got tired of hitting me.
I could hear my own whimpers from the past.
I could feel the burning marks on my back, my arms.
Every wound started aching again, as if time had pulled me back there.
My fingers trembled as I pressed them against my saree.
It wasn't real, I told myself.
He didn't hit me... not yet.
But what if he did?
What if he starts tomorrow?
What if he's just like Bapu?
A man is a man... they're all the same, right?
That's what Bapu did.
That's what everyone does.
My breathing grew faster.
The walls of the room started closing in
I could feel them pressing against me.
"No no no..." I whispered to myself, shaking my head.
"Please don't beat me... please... please not again..."
Tears blurred my vision, but I wiped them quickly
no, don't cry, Devyani.
Crying makes them angrier.
Crying invites more pain.
I folded my arms around myself, holding tightly as if I could protect myself from what wasn't even happening yet.
But my body didn't believe my mind.
My hands were cold.
My lips were trembling.
And my heart it was pounding so fast it hurt.
I looked at the door again half expecting it to burst open,
for him to walk back with the same rage in his eyes,
to grab me, to shout, to—
No.
Stop thinking. Stop.
But I couldn't stop.
The fear was like poison spreading through my veins.
Will he use a belt too?
Maybe a leather one... sharper than Bapu's.
Will it cut deeper?
Will he make me beg the same way Bapu did?
A sob escaped my lips before I could control it.
I quickly covered my mouth, terrified that someone might hear
that if he heard me cry, he'd come back angry again.
I tried to breathe,
but every breath felt shorter,
tighter,
like the air itself didn't want to help me.
Only a few months more...
just few months, Devyani.
You'll go back...
back to the world where you already know the pain,
where beatings don't surprise you anymore,
where you can close your eyes and wait till it ends.
Maybe... maybe it's easier that way.
So it's okay... even if he beats you.
You're used to it.
Don't panic. Don't fight back.
That's how you survive.
I told myself that again and again,
but my tears wouldn't stop this time.
They fell silently, one after another.
I clutched it tighter.
My knuckles turned white.
My whole body trembled.
The silence of the room felt like a scream in my ears.
And for the first time since my marriage...
I wasn't scared of loneliness.
I was scared of his beating.
Because sometimes...
silence before the storm
is scarier than the storm itself.
.
.
Aditya walked into Rivan's room quietly. He had come to take Devyani along the others had already left for Mumbai.
Initially, he wasn't even planning to go. But when he heard that both Rivan and Reyansh weren't accompanying the family, something inside him twisted uncomfortably.
He couldn't explain it, but sending Bhabhi And his sisters alone didn't sit right with him. So he had told everyone he would bring her along and join them later.
The rest of the cars had already gone ahead, but since they were all going to stay at a hotel after a few hours of travel, he wasn't in a rush. He just wanted to make sure she was okay.
Payal and Aaradhya had frowned when he'd announced his plan their childish possessiveness always surfaced when Devyani was involved. But one sharp look from Aditya had been enough. They immediately lowered their eyes, not daring to speak further.
Aditya had a quiet kind of authority he didn't need to raise his voice; his calm eyes and deep tone carried more command than anyone else's anger.
He entered the room and stopped.
Devyani was standing near the bed, her back slightly bent forward, her fingers tightly clutching her saree. She wasn't moving... just trembling. Her hair had fallen loosely around her face, hiding most of her expression.
Something in that stillness made Aditya's chest tighten.
"Bhabhi?" he called softly.
No response.
He took a few steps forward. "Bhabhi, come... everyone's left already. We have to go—"
But then he froze when he heard her whispering.
Her voice was so low, so broken, it didn't even sound like her.
"He... will... beat me..."
Aditya's heart clenched. For a second, he couldn't breathe.
Her voice wasn't just afraid it was haunted.
He immediately went closer, gently placing his hand on her shoulder.
"Bhabhi?" his voice turned urgent, careful, protective.
She didn't even flinch at his touch.
Her eyes were open, but unfocused like she wasn't seeing the present at all.
He crouched slightly in front of her, trying to meet her gaze.
"Bhabhi, it's me Aditya. Are you okay?"
But she wasn't hearing him. Her lips were still moving, trembling.
"He'll beat me... he'll use the belt... I didn't do anything..."
The words came out like pieces of her past breaking free.
Aditya felt something heavy rise in his chest anger, pity, confusion all at once. He had never seen anyone this scared before. The girl who used to quietly help everyone, who smiled at the smallest things now stood like a statue, whispering horrors only she could see.
He gently held her arms, his voice firm but soft.
"Bhabhi... look at me. You're safe. No one will hurt you, do you hear me?"
His words didn't reach her. She blinked slowly, her eyes full of tears she hadn't realised were falling.
Aditya's throat tightened. He had always respected his elder brother even feared him a little but seeing Devyani like this stirred something inside him that he couldn't name.
No woman should ever look this terrified.
Not like this.
Not in this house.
He took a deep breath, his jaw hardening slightly.
"Bhabhi," he said again, softly, almost pleading now. "You're with me. Nothing will happen to you."
She looked up at him, confused, lost... her lips trembling as if to say something but words refused to come.
"Bhabhi..." Aditya's voice came out more urgent this time. He stepped closer, his calm breaking into concern.
"Bhabhiiii," he called again, louder, his tone trembling slightly, "it's me—Aditya. Who will beat you? Did anyone say anything to you?"
That word beat echoed again in the air, and something in Devyani's frozen world cracked.
Her gaze shifted, her lashes fluttered rapidly as she blinked back to the present.
"Adi bhaiyya... aap bhi humko maro???"
The question came out like a small, broken thing childlike and terrified. Devyani's voice was barely above a whisper, knuckles white.
Aditya froze. For a heartbeat the world narrowed down to that tiny, terrified face.
"Why would I, Bhabhi?" he said, voice soft but steady. "I would think a thousand times before even touching you."
She didn't seem to understand what she was saying. Her eyes were glassy, tears trembling on the rims. "Adi bhaiyya... tell na... will you hit me? If yes... can you hit slowly?" Her words tumbled out, raw and utterly innocent.
That image that terrified, trusting question hit him like a physical blow. Rage flared hot and immediate, not at her but at whoever had taught her to fear a hand raised in anger. Rivan's face flickered in his mind and the heat in his chest grew dangerous.
He didn't think twice.
He didn't hesitate. Aditya wrapped his arms around her in a firm, protective brotherly hug.
She folded into him like a frightened child finally finding shelter, her body trembling slightly against his chest. One hand rested on her back, stroking slow, calming circles while the other gently held her shoulder.
"Shhh...," he murmured close to her ear, voice thick. "Relax. No one will hurt you. Do you hear me? No one. Not now. Not ever."
Her shoulders shook with silent sobs. He could feel the tremor in her body, the way she clung as if he were the only thing tethering her to safety.
For a moment she looked lost, confused like she was waking from a nightmare she didn't even realise she was in.
And then, slowly, her teary eyes lifted to see him standing in front of her.
"Adi... bhaiyaa..." her voice was weak, trembling. "Humko... jana hai na?"
(Adi bhaiyaa... we have to go, right?)
Aditya exhaled softly, relieved that she finally responded.
"Yes, we have to go," he said gently. Then, noticing her pale face and trembling hands, he added in a low, serious tone, "But not like this, Bhabhi. Tell me why are you scared? Who the hell scared you?"
His words were calm, but the sharpness underneath them was unmistakable a restrained anger that always appeared when someone hurt the people he cared about.
Devyani's eyes widened in panic.
She couldn't tell him.
She couldn't tell anyone.
Bapu had warned her warned her what would happen if she ever spoke.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. Her throat tightened as fear crawled up her spine like invisible chains.
"Nothing..." she whispered finally. "I was... nothing..."
The lie was small, broken, but enough to pierce Aditya's heart. He understood not the whole story, but enough. The way her voice cracked, the way her body shivered she was terrified, not without reason.
His jaw tightened. Rivan.
His brother's name burned in his mind.
He knew Rivan's temper, his coldness, his unpredictable anger and if Devyani looked like this because of him...
Aditya took a slow breath, forcing the rage down. She didn't need his anger right now she needed safety.
So, for the first time in years, Aditya tried something he rarely did. He smiled.
It was small, almost hesitant, but sincere enough to soften his eyes.
"Come," he said, his voice steady. "Let's go. Everyone's waiting. They've already left, and we both have to catch up."
Devyani blinked at him, confusion flickering in her gaze.
"They left... without me?" she asked in a low, hurt.
For a second, that old loneliness flashed in her heart again the same one she'd carried since childhood. The same voice that always whispered, no one wants you.
Aditya quickly shook his head, reading her expression like an open book.
"No, no, nothing like that," he said firmly. "They went ahead because I told them to. I said we'll join them soon. They're waiting at the hotel, Bhabhi. Don't think like that."
Devyani stared at him for a moment, her lips trembling before she nodded slightly.
Her body was still cold, her mind still heavy, but something about his calm tone made her breathing steady again.
She looked once toward the balcony where he had been standing moments ago, and then at Aditya, who stood there now patient, grounded, kind.
"Let's go," she whispered softly.
Aditya gave a single nod and extended his hand slightly, not forcing her but guiding her silently out of the room.
And as she took one small step forward, the silence of that dark room broke along with the heaviness that had been choking her.
Aditya signaled the nearest bodyguard, his tone sharp and controlled.
"Take her to the car," he ordered.
The guard nodded immediately, guiding Devyani out.
Aditya turned back to her for a brief moment his eyes softened.
"Umm... I'll be there in a minute," he said, keeping his voice calm so she wouldn't sense his anger.
"You go and sit, hmm?"
Devyani just nodded faintly, a small "hmm" leaving her lips.
Then she walked away quiet, slow, and heavy carrying a thousand thoughts that weren't meant for a girl so pure.
Her little world, that had started to fill with light, was once again dimmed by fear.
Aditya's eyes followed her until she disappeared from the corridor.
And then... his calm face changed.
His steps grew heavier.
Each one louder.
Each one filled with fire.
The same silence that obeyed Rivan Singh Thakur now trembled under Aditya Thakur's fury.
He walked down the narrow passage that only the Thakur blood knew existed. A hallway behind the ancestral wall disguised as part of the architecture but once the hidden lever was pulled, a silent iron door revealed itself.
That door led to Rivan's personal chamber.
Not his bedroom.
Not his office.
But the place that people whispered about in fear The BLACK ROOM.
The space where Rivan's true self existed.
Where his demons had a voice.
Where the air was thick with something darker than sin rage.
Only a handful of people in the world knew that room existed, and fewer had the courage to step inside.
The walls were black cold, soundproof, and stained with the remnants of violence.
Chains hung from hooks on the sidewalls. A steel table sat in the middle spotless, but carrying the metallic smell of blood that refused to fade no matter how many times it was cleaned.
There were no light just a single dim red bulb that burned through the darkness, enough to see... enough to destroy.
This was where Rivan Thakur unleashed the storm that the world never saw.
The room where he punished traitors.
The room where mercy didn't exist.
It wasn't about pleasure.
It was about control.
He never smiled here. He never raged aimlessly. Every strike, every scream, every drop of blood had a reason.
Here, he became the man his enemies feared The Monster of the Thakur bloodline.
Sometimes, when the anger became unbearable when memories clawed his mind or emotions threatened to surface he came here alone.
Not to hurt others.
But to kill the version of himself that felt.
And now, as Aditya reached that door his own hands clenched.
He had seen this room once before years ago, when Rivan had brought him in and warned,
"This is where emotions die, Aditya. Don't step in unless you're ready to kill your weakness."
But today, Aditya wasn't afraid.
Today, he was furious.
He wanted answers.
He wanted to know what Rivan had done to make Devyani that scared.
With one push, the heavy iron door opened. The air hit him cold, suffocating, and drenched in the metallic scent of old sin.
Aditya stepped inside. His jaw tight, his eyes blazing.
The single bulb threw everything into hard shadow chains, the steel table, the black walls that seemed to drink the light. And there, at the center, Rivan sat like a king on a ruined throne, a thin blade in his hand.
The movement was slow, almost ritual. Rivan sliced at the heel of his palm; a line of red welled and ran, bright and deliberate.
He watched it fall with that impossible, calm smile as if the sight pleased him.
Not a flinch. Not a wince. Just a man who knew blood and had stopped treating it as alarm.
Aditya's throat tightened. The floor felt too loud beneath his boots. For a second they simply regarded each other predator and the other kind of predator until Rivan's voice cut the silence like ice.
"Dare to step in?" he said, his voice flat and chilling. "Your reason better be solid. I won't think twice before dripping your blood."
Aditya's anger hit like a physical blow. He hadn't come here to play at threats. He had come because he'd seen the way Devyani had gone white, because he'd heard the tremor in her voice. Every polite restraint he'd kept for Rivan's name and position snapped.
"Why did you say?" Aditya's words came out clipped, each syllable a hammer. "What did you tell her?Why—how—who are you to—" His control unraveled as he spoke. He'd always been even-tempered, patient. But seeing Devyani hollowed out something that wouldn't be softened.
Rivan did not blink. The smile remained, but it thinned. He set the blade down very deliberately and let his hand drip onto the floor; the movement was casual, studied. "You came for theatrics, Aditya?" he asked. "Or for answers?"
Aditya took two steps forward. "For answers,"
that stopped Aditya for a beat—a flicker of something older than cruelty, something threaded with a private pain. Then Rivan's voice dropped, softer and more dangerous because of it.
"She needed to understand boundaries," Rivan said. "She needed to know the world won't hand her safety on a string. If she walks around thinking the world will protect her, she will die sooner than she thinks. I... I told her the truth."
Aditya's laugh was a short, bitter sound. Shouting at a scared girl until she freezes?
"Don't make me repeat the warning, Aditya." Rivan's tone hardened. The room tightened around them. "I told her what she needed to hear. You're welcome to disagree.
He choked on the words. The memory of Devyani's blank, haunted eyes flashed in his head and brought the coiled anger back, hotter than before. "If you raised your hand at her if you ever lay a finger on her—"
Rivan's face changed then, just for a breath. Not softness something far more complicated. He moved toward Aditya with the slow assurance of a man who has never lost a fight. "If you think you'll stop me with a threat, go on," he said, low. "Try."
Aditya didn't flinch. He stepped into the space Rivan filled and met him without a weapon only steady, furious resolve. "Tell me did you break her spirit on purpose? Or did you fail to see what you were doing?"
For a long moment neither spoke. The red light hummed. Rivan's jaw worked. The dangerous smile was gone; in its place something honest and ragged bared for an instant an admission without words.
Rivan's hand was faster than thought. Before Aditya could take another step, a cold weight pressed against his temple the muzzle of a gun, steady, unforgiving. The click of the safety was almost a laugh in that low-lit room.
"You've got a tongue, brother," Rivan said, voice flat as iron. "Say the next word and I'll take it out. I'm capable of doing it." The threat hung in the air like a blade.
Aditya didn't flinch. He stared at the barrel as if it were a piece of cold steel and not the end of a choice.
He knew Rivan too well the man who talked about blood and control, the man who kept himself ruthless because he believed it kept people safe.
He also knew the limits Rivan rarely crossed: this was theater as much as danger.
"I don't know what's come over you," Aditya said, voice steady, each word measured.
"But hear me clearly I won't stay quiet if you try to harm her.
Be ready for the consequences. She's the sister of Aditya Thakur.
" There was no shouting, only an iron calm that carried the weight of a promise he would not break.
The light from the red bulb painting RIVAN face in hard shadows.
For a long breath they held that impossible stillness brother against brother, gun against will.
Then Aditya turned away, every step away ringing with controlled fury.
He left the chamber without another word, leaving the gun's cold presence and a silence that screamed in the space between them.
Rivan lowered the weapon only after the door sealed behind him. Alone with the echo and the steady drip of something old and dangerous, he stared at the place Aditya had occupied, the smile gone, the room colder than before. The warning had been given. The choice, for now, remained his.
Rivan's lips curved into a dark, dangerous smirk as he slid the gun back into its holster. His eyes still lingered on the door Aditya had just slammed behind him not with anger, but with something close to amusement.
"Not bad..." he muttered, voice laced with both sarcasm and intrigue. The blood still dripped from his hand, tracing scarlet lines down his wrist, but he didn't care. Instead, his smirk deepened. "She has magic, that one," he whispered to himself, a bitter chuckle escaping his throat.
He tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting in the dim red light. "He didn't even dare to talk to me like this before," Rivan said under his breath, almost proudly. "But today... he did. Because of her."
His jaw flexed, expression turning from amusement to something darker a storm quietly building behind his eyes. "Kitten," he breathed her name like a secret curse. "You've started to change things, haven't you?"
He licked the drop of blood from his knuckle, eyes distant, voice low and cold.
"Let's see how far your magic works on the monster you've just awakened."
Aditya inhaled deeply, trying to cool the burning anger that still lingered in his veins from his encounter with Rivan. Losing his temper now would only scare Devyani more and she already looked like a fragile bird trembling in a storm.
He walked toward the car, where she sat quietly in the back seat, staring blankly out the window. Her hands were tightly clutched together in her lap, knuckles pale, eyes red yet tearless. The sight of her hit Aditya harder than he expected.
"Bhabhi," he said softly, opening the back door. "Come... sit in the front. It'll be more comfortable."
She looked at him, hesitant, confused but when he gently extended his hand, she obeyed. Without a word, she slid into the passenger seat. Aditya closed the door carefully and walked around to take the driver's side.
The silence between them was heavy at first, broken only by the hum of the engine as they pulled out of the haveli gates. Aditya didn't rush to speak; he just drove, waiting for her breathing to steady. Slowly, he began talking not about Rivan, not about the fight, but about small, ordinary things.
He asked if she liked traveling, what colors she liked, if she ever saw the sea. Each word was calm, measured like someone soothing a child after a nightmare. At first, she didn't respond. But gradually, she began nodding, whispering small answers, her voice trembling but audible.
Aditya didn't press further. He just kept the conversation light, his tone patient and gentle something no one had ever shown her before.
Aditya kept glancing at Devyani from time to time she sat quietly, hands folded in her lap, eyes looking out of the window but not really seeing anything.
He sighed softly. She looks like a small bird that's forgotten how to sing.
"Bhabhi..." he said gently. "Do you know what happens when someone stays quiet for too long?"
Devyani turned her head, blinking at him. "Kya hota hai, Adi bhaiyya?"
He said very seriously, "Their mouth forgets how to talk, and then they have to go to the doctor to get it repaired."
Her eyes widened a little. "Sach mein?? Aisa hota hai?"
He nodded, pretending to think deeply. "Haan. I've read it in a very famous medical book Aditya Thakur ki Kahaniyaan.'"
Devyani's brows knitted together. "But I've never read books,bhaiyya..."
He pressed his lips, trying not to laugh. "it's top secret. Only special people can read it."
"Special?" she whispered, curious now.
He nodded with a proud face. "Yes, and you're one of them. But only if you smile."
Devyani's lips trembled slightly. "If I smile, I'll get the book?"
Aditya smiled warmly. "Yes. And maybe some chocolates too."
That did it. Her eyes softened, and a tiny smile appeared on her lips shy and hesitant, but real.
Aditya chuckled softly. "Ahh, finally! My book will be safe now. You smiled, so now your mouth won't forget talking."
Devyani lowered her eyes quickly. "Aap bhi na, Adi bhaiyya..." she whispered shyly, still smiling faintly.
He looked ahead and started the car again, the faint smile on his own face matching hers.
For the first time since morning, the heaviness in the air felt a little lighter.
Hours passed that way. The tension in the car slowly melted as the road stretched endlessly ahead. By the time the orange evening sky started fading into dusk, Devyani's eyelids had grown heavy. The rhythm of the car and Aditya's steady voice had lulled her into a fragile calm.
When they finally reached the hotel, Aditya parked the car and turned to her. She had fallen asleep, her head tilted slightly to the side, looking peaceful for the first time that day.
He exhaled softly and whispered, "Bhabhi... no one's going to hurt you now."
Then, carefully — as if afraid she'd shatter — he stepped out, walked around, and opened her door, ready to guide her inside for the night's rest.
She nodded. His face softened for the fraction of a breath it took to break him.
Then, almost without thinking, he leaned in and pressed the side of his mouth to the place where her pulse fluttered.
One kiss soft, protective. It made her shiver from crown to heel.
He kissed her neck again, twice more, warm and insistently tender, as if erasing the memory with heat.
Her breath hitched as his lips again touched her neck, feather-light yet enough to send a wave of warmth through her.
She didn't know why her heart began to race or why her body felt drawn toward him instead of pulling away.
Everything about the moment felt new gentle, confusing, but strangely comforting.
When she looked up, his eyes were already on her, soft and searching, as if asking for a permission she didn't know how to give.
And in that silence, something unspoken passed between them fragile, tender, and impossibly real.