Jinals screams
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The haveli was no longer a home.
It was a war room.
Phones rang nonstop. Men rushed in and out. Orders were barked. Screens flickered with footage.
And then
A bodyguard came running in from the side entrance.
Breathless.
Sweat dripping down his temple.
"Sir—!"
Rivan and Reyansh turned at the same time.
The guard swallowed hard, chest heaving.
For a second
Everything stopped.
Rivan's expression didn't change.
But his heart did.
It skipped.
Once.
Reyansh stiffened. "Whose blood?"
The guard hesitated.
And that hesitation was louder than any answer.
The entire family felt it.
Virendra stepped forward sharply. "Speak."
The guard's voice trembled.
Rivan's eyes darkened.
The guard looked down.
The guard lowered his gaze to the floor.
A heavy silence swallowed the room.
The guard swallowed hard.
Reyansh's jaw tightened instantly.
Virendra's brows furrowed deeply. "Where did you find it?"
The room went still.
No one spoke.
No one breathed properly.
Rivan's gaze hardened, his mind already racing through possibilities.
Reyansh shook his head immediately, refusing the thoughts creeping in.
"It could belong to anyone," he said firmly.
But the uneasiness in the room refused to disappear.
And somewhere deep inside
A terrible feeling had already begun to grow.
Rivan moved first.
Not running.
Not shouting.
But walking fast enough that everyone had to almost jog behind him.
They reached the outer side of the garden.
Near the decorative tents.
And there
On the white marble floor
A dark red stain.
Fresh.
Still wet at the edges.
Small drops scattered.
Then one larger patch.
Yashodha's legs nearly gave way.
Reyansh crouched down immediately, touching the edge carefully.
Still warm.
He looked up at Rivan.
Rivan didn't respond.
He stepped closer to the stain.
His shadow fell over it.
He crouched down.
Pressed his fingers lightly into the blood.
Looked at it on his skin.
For a moment
His hand trembled.
Not from fear.
Not from weakness.
But from something far more violent.
They had hurt his family.
And that changed everything.
.
.
.
A dull ache throbbed behind Devyani's eyes.
Her head felt heavy.
Her wrists... tight.
She blinked slowly.
The ceiling above her was cracked. Rust stains. A flickering bulb swinging slightly as if even it was nervous.
She tried moving.
Clink.
Rope.
Her hands were tied to a metal chair.
Her ankles too.
For a second, she just stared at her wrists.
Processing.
Then
Her eyes widened.
She jerked upright.
"Hello?!"
Her voice echoed inside the large, empty warehouse.
She turned her head left and right.
Just one man sitting on a wooden crate a few feet away, arms folded, gun resting on his lap.
He stared straight ahead.
Expression blank.
Devyani blinked at him.
"Suniye..." she called politely.
No response.
She cleared her throat louder.
Nothing.
She frowned.
The man didn't even twitch.
Her brows pulled together in concern.
She leaned slightly forward.
Still nothing.
Her face immediately softened.
She looked genuinely upset.
The kidnapper's jaw tightened slightly.
But he stayed silent.
She nodded sympathetically.
She gave him a small pitying smile.
The man's eye twitched.
She smiled sweetly.
Then suddenly
Clink.
Her smile dropped.
She looked down at her hands again.
Pulled.
The rope dug into her skin.
Her eyes widened in realization.
She looked at him slowly.
Silence.
She narrowed her eyes.
No reaction.
Her lips pressed into a thin line.
Her expression changed to dramatic betrayal.
She gasped loudly.
The kidnapper finally glanced at her.
Bad decision.
Because now she had audience.
She tried lifting one leg slightly to prove her point.
The chair wobbled.
She froze.
She glared at him.
He stared.
She sniffed dramatically.
The man exhaled slowly through his nose.
She leaned forward as much as the ropes allowed.
She tilted her head.
"Did your mother not teach you manners?"
His jaw clenched.
She gasped again.
The man suddenly stood up.
The chair legs screeched slightly as she instinctively leaned back.
Her heart skipped
But she forced herself to keep talking.
She pointed at him accusingly with her chin.
He stepped closer.
Towering.
Cold eyes.
She swallowed.
Okay maybe less funny now.
But still
Her voice trembled slightly but she kept going.
"Untie me."
Silence.
Nothing.
She huffed.
That made him smirk faintly.
"Ohhh," she noticed immediately, "you reacted to that."
She nodded wisely.
Devyani huffed dramatically, shifting in the chair as much as the ropes allowed.
She sighed loudly.
The kidnapper gave her a slow side-eye.
She noticed immediately.
She leaned forward slightly.
She squinted at him suspiciously.
He stared at her blankly.
She continued anyway.
She widened her eyes for effect.
No reaction.
She sighed.
"But what will I tell him if he asks, 'Devyani, where were you?' Should I say oh sorry pati ji, one random uncle kidnapped me for sightseeing?"
She gasped.
She turned her head, looking around the abandoned warehouse.
Broken walls. Dust. Rusted metal.
She blinked.
The kidnapper's fingers twitched.
She looked down at herself.
She tilted her head suddenly.
Her eyes dropped to her necklace.
She shook her wrists slightly, bangles clinking.
He gave her another sharp side glance.
She leaned closer conspiratorially.
Silence.
"Where are you from?"
She squinted harder.
She nodded confidently.
She smiled brightly.
She exaggerated each word.
Nothing.
She frowned.
A pause.
She shifted in the chair again.
She looked genuinely curious now.
The man inhaled sharply.
She brightened.
She shook her head in disappointment.
She suddenly looked serious.
She lowered her voice.
Her stomach growled softly on cue.
She blinked.
The kidnapper finally muttered under his breath in a foreign accent, "You talk too much."
Her eyes lit up.
She beamed.
Then she paused.
"...Wait."
Her smile slowly faded.
"If you are not deaf..."
Her voice softened slightly.
The kidnapper finally snapped.
Then nodded obediently.
"Okay."
A pause.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
She tilted her head, genuinely confused.
"But why?"
His jaw tightened.
"You are not scary," she added honestly.
That stunned him for half a second.
She continued thoughtfully, "Also, I didn't get scared of my own pati ji when he was angry. Why would I get scared of you?"
And then
She laughed.
Soft.
Almost teasing.
"Buddu."
The man stared at her like she was mentally unstable.
She blinked again.
"Oh."
A beat.
Then she sighed.
Her lips curved slightly.
His fingers tightened around the gun.
She leaned back against the chair as much as the rope allowed.
She gave him a polite smile.
The kidnapper's expression flickered for the first time.
She noticed.
Then she shifted again, ropes scraping against metal.
He stared at her like she had suggested tea.
She gestured toward her saree.
She tried moving her feet to demonstrate.
The chair scraped loudly.
She froze.
"...Okay that was loud."
Then she looked up at him sweetly.
"I'll sit quietly. Promise."
He didn't move.
She sighed dramatically.
"You kidnapped me but didn't plan comfort?"
She glanced around the warehouse again.
"No cushion. No water. No snacks."
She looked offended.
"This is very unprofessional."
He stepped closer, lowering his face near hers.
She met his eyes directly.
Silence stretched between them.
For the first time
The man wasn't annoyed.
He was calculating.
Because she wasn't trembling.
She wasn't begging.
She wasn't breaking.
And that unsettled him more than fear would have.
Devyani's bravado lasted exactly three more seconds.
Then the rope dug deeper into her wrist.
"Ow... ow... it's paining," she winced, twisting her hands. Her lower lip trembled slightly.
She looked up at him with wide eyes.
The kidnapper blinked.
"Shut up!" he roared. "Stop behaving like a child!"
She gasped, offended.
She lifted her chin proudly.
Then she frowned.
He stared at her like she had fallen from the sky.
"If you scold me again," she warned dramatically, "I will get cooked in cooker."
He frowned. "...What?"
She widened her eyes for effect.
He ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
"Do you even understand—"
"Do you know my papa?" she cut him off suddenly.
He stopped.
"No, you don't," she answered for him confidently. "He holds the power to change my husband."
The kidnapper narrowed his eyes.
"And if he can change him," she continued proudly, "then changing you is not big deal."
She leaned forward as much as the ropes allowed.
"I will complain."
She nodded firmly.
"You will vanish."
He let out a short, incredulous laugh. "Vanish?"
"Yes," she said matter-of-factly. "Like magician trick. Poof."
She wiggled her fingers dramatically.
"No body. No evidence. Only wind."
The kidnapper's jaw tightened.
She wasn't done.
Then she pouted again.
"See? This is torture."
He exhaled sharply, clearly at the end of his patience.
"You think this is a joke?" he growled.
She blinked at him.
"No."
A pause.
"I think this is very bad decision."
Her voice was still soft.
Still oddly calm.
"But you are about to understand that."
Inside the haveli, tension had turned solid thick enough to choke on.
Reyansh was scanning through live feeds when one clip made him freeze.
"Rivan," he called sharply. "There's a van. Black. No plates. It cut through the industrial belt just before lockdown."
Rivan stepped closer.
The screen replayed the grainy footage.
The van slowed.
Turned.
Disappeared into a blind zone near the abandoned textile mills.
Rivan's eyes went cold.
Silence.
Then
"Then that's where we go," Rivan said flatly.
No shouting.
No rage.
Just decision.
Within minutes, both men were walking out of the haveli with lethal purpose. Engines roared. Convoy followed.
No police.
No noise.
Meanwhile
Inside the abandoned warehouse
Devyani was twisting her wrists desperately against the rope.
"Ow... stupid knot... who ties like this?" she muttered, trying to rub the rope against the sharp edge of the metal chair.
Her hands were red.
Her breathing uneven now.
The earlier humor had faded.
Suddenly
The warehouse door creaked open.
Heavy footsteps echoed.
A middle-aged man entered.
Sharp jaw.
Scar across his eyebrow.
Anger radiating from him like heat waves.
A cigarette burned between his fingers.
Smoke curled around his face.
Devyani stiffened.
Behind him
Jinal.
Being dragged.
Devyani's eyes widened.
Her face pale from both pain and fury.
The man shoved her roughly to the floor near Devyani.
Jinal gasped, clutching her injured arm.
"Leave her!" Devyani shouted instinctively, struggling against the ropes again.
The middle-aged man took a slow drag of his cigarette, exhaled smoke without hurry.
His eyes studied Devyani like she was a product.
"So," he said coldly, "this is the famous wife."
Devyani glared at him.
"Untie her," she demanded, nodding toward Jinal. "Her hand is broken."
He smirked.
"She should have stayed quiet."
Jinal tried to sit up despite the pain. "Don't talk to her," she hissed weakly.
The man grabbed Jinal's chin roughly.
"Still brave?"
Devyani's voice trembled now not from fear for herself.
She swallowed.
The man laughed.
A dark, humorless sound.
He flicked the cigarette to the floor and crushed it on jinal's hand.
Devyani's stomach dropped.
"You..." she whispered.
The man stepped closer to her chair.
His eyes gleamed.
Jinal looked up in horror.
"You think this is kidnapping?" the man continued calmly. "No."
He leaned closer to Devyani's face.
The trap was almost complete.
The moment Jinal fell to the floor, Devyani's composure shattered.
"Jinal!" she cried, tears spilling instantly. "Are you okay?your hand—"
She struggled violently against the ropes.
The middle-aged man chuckled darkly.
"Awww," he mocked. "We are waiting for that hero."
He crouched slightly near Devyani.
His tone was cruel, mocking her earlier innocence.
Then he gave a small signal with his fingers.
One of the other men stepped forward.
Slowly.
Predatory.
Devyani stiffened in her chair as the man approached her, his hand lifting
About to touch her.
Before he could
Jinal moved.
Despite her broken arm.
Despite the pain.
She swung her leg with all her strength and kicked the man hard in the side.
The man staggered back with a groan.
For half a second
Silence.
Then his face twisted with fury.
He turned and kicked Jinal brutally in the stomach.
The sound of impact echoed.
Jinal's body curled instantly from the force.
A choked gasp escaped her lips
And blood spilled from the corner of her mouth.
"NO!" Devyani screamed.
Her entire body shook violently against the chair.
Jinal's eyes widened for a brief second.
Not because of the pain.
But because she knew
Devyani.
Blood terrified her.
If Devyani saw too much
She would panic.
Completely lose control.
So Jinal quickly turned her face away, wiping at her mouth with the back of her good hand, trying to hide it.
But Devyani was already trembling.
Her breathing turned uneven.
Fast.
Sharp.
The middle-aged man watched this carefully.
Observing.
Testing.
He grabbed Jinal by her hair and forced her to kneel.
"Look at you," he sneered. "Trying to protect someone when you can't even protect yourself."
Devyani's tears fell faster.
The man turned toward her again.
Cold smile spreading slowly.
"You see," he said calmly, "this is what happens when you provoke us."
He stepped closer to Devyani's chair.
Devyani's chest rose and fell rapidly.
But something changed in her eyes now.
The fear was still there.
The tears were still falling.
But beneath it
A flicker.
The man leaned down, bringing his face close to hers.
"Cry," he whispered. "It will make this more satisfying when he arrives."
The middle-aged man's patience snapped.
He grabbed Jinal by the hair and yanked her upright despite her broken arm.
"Leave her!" Devyani screamed, struggling so violently that the chair nearly tipped.
He untied Jinal's legs only to drag her by her hair across the dusty floor.
Jinal cried out in pain.
Before she could balance herself
He slammed her head against the concrete.
The sound echoed brutally through the warehouse.
"JINALLLLLL!" Devyani's scream tore from her throat.
Jinal let out a sharp cry, her body going limp for a second before she tried to push herself up again with her good hand.
The man laughed.
Not loud.
Not wild.
But cold.
Cruel.
"Wow," he mocked. "Scream. Scream louder."
He grabbed Jinal again and forced her face toward Devyani.
"Do you know..." he said slowly, almost conversationally, "my daughter screamed the same way."
Devyani's sobs faltered.
The air shifted.
The man's grip tightened.
His eyes darkened not playful now.
Something broken lived there.
Silence.
Devyani's breathing slowed.
Not calm.
But stunned.
Her tears kept falling, but her voice stopped.
The man shoved Jinal back to the ground.
"She screamed for help," he continued, pacing slowly. "She cried for her father."
His laugh returned, hollow.
Jinal coughed weakly on the floor.
Devyani's mind was spinning.
Destroyed... what?
She looked up at him through blurred vision.
"My pati ji..." she whispered faintly.
The man suddenly turned toward her, rage flaring again.
He stepped closer, gripping the arms of her chair tightly.
His face came inches from hers.
Devyani's tears slowed.
Something else replaced the pure panic.
Confusion.
"No..." she whispered.
"You don't know him," she added, voice trembling but stubborn. "You don't know him like I do."
The man's expression twisted.
He straightened, running a hand through his hair roughly.
"You will watch," he said quietly.
"You will watch him break."
Jinal weakly tried to sit up again, whispering, "Don't listen..."
But Devyani's thoughts were racing now.
Her husband.
Merciless?
A daughter screaming?
Her heart refused to accept it.
"No," she said again, this time louder despite her shaking voice. "He is not like that."
The man gave a bitter smile.
Devyani's breathing broke into small, painful hiccups as she stared at Jinal.
"Jinal... please," she cried helplessly. "Tell them to stop. Please tell them..."
Jinal tried to lift herself up, her body trembling from pain.
"Devu... shhh..." she whispered weakly. "Bhai will come. Don't cry... he'll come..."
She could barely hold herself upright.
Blood began dripping steadily from her forehead now, sliding down her cheek, falling onto the dusty floor in slow red drops.
Devyani saw it.
And something inside her snapped.
Her pupils dilated.
Her breathing changed.
Not fear of the kidnappers.
Something deeper.
Older.
She started shaking her head violently.
"No... no... no..."
Her voice turned small.
Broken.
"Bapu... please don't hit me..."
The men frowned in confusion.
She wasn't looking at them anymore.
Her eyes were unfocused.
Staring at something that wasn't there.
"Please don't hit me," she sobbed, shrinking into herself as much as the ropes allowed. "I didn't do anything... I promise I won't tell anyone... please..."
The middle-aged man stiffened.
This wasn't the reaction he expected.
She wasn't reacting to him.
She was somewhere else.
In some other memory.
Jinal's eyes widened in horror.
"No— Devu!" she cried, forcing herself to crawl closer despite the pain. "Listen to me!"
But Devyani had started trembling uncontrollably now.
Her shoulders shook.
Her head moved side to side rapidly.
Jinal dragged herself forward and shouted desperately,
But Devyani's mind had slipped back years.
She wasn't in the warehouse anymore.
She was a little girl again.
Cowering.
Crying.
Begging.
"Bapu please..." she screamed suddenly, squeezing her eyes shut. "It hurts! I'll be good!"
The middle-aged man took a step back, unsettled despite himself.
Jinal finally reached her and tried to shake her with her good hand.
Devyani's entire body was trembling violently against the chair.
Tears streaming endlessly.
She wasn't seeing kidnappers.
She wasn't seeing Jinal.
She was reliving something else entirely.
Jinal tried to push herself up again.
Her vision blurred.
The warehouse lights seemed too bright... then too dim... then spinning.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
They hadn't just tied them.
They had injected them.
Not something mild.
Not something normal.
Her limbs felt heavy.
Numb.
Like her body didn't belong to her anymore.
She tried to lift her broken arm
It barely responded.
Blood continued dripping down her temple, but she could hardly feel the sting now.
Her breathing grew shallow.
"Devu..." she whispered weakly, trying to crawl again.
Devyani wasn't screaming anymore.
That was worse.
She was sitting unnaturally still.
Hands trembling.
Tears sliding silently down her face.
Eyes unfocused.
Completely withdrawn.
"Devu... look at me..." Jinal tried again, her voice barely audible.
The room tilted.
Her ears rang.
The men watched, amused.
"She's crashing," one muttered.
The middle-aged man nodded coldly. "Good."
Jinal's fingers scraped weakly against the concrete.
Her head felt too heavy to hold up.
"Bhai..." she murmured faintly.
Her body swayed.
Then
She collapsed fully onto the floor.
Unconscious.
The sound of her body hitting the concrete echoed dully.
Devyani flinched at the sound.
But she didn't scream.
She didn't move.
She just stared at the floor where Jinal lay.
Her lips parted slightly.
No sound came out.
Only tears.
Her hands were still shaking violently against the rope.
Her breathing shallow.
Rapid.
Then uneven.
The drug in her bloodstream began pulling her down too.
Her head started to feel light.
Voices became distant.
The warehouse noise faded into a dull hum.
The middle-aged man stepped closer, studying her.
"She broke faster than I expected," he muttered.
Devyani blinked slowly.
Her vision blurred.
The last thing she saw was Jinal lying motionless on the floor.
"Jinal..." she whispered faintly.
Her body slackened.
Her head dropped to the side.
And silence filled the warehouse.
The middle-aged man stepped toward Devyani's slumped form.
"Wake up," he muttered.
When she didn't respond, his hand came down hard across her cheek.
Slap.
Her head jerked to the side.
A faint whimper escaped her lips.
He slapped her again.
And again.
Each strike sharper than the last.
Her cheek turned red instantly... then began to swell.
Tears spilled from the corners of her closed eyes as she tried to drift back into the darkness.
But he wouldn't let her.
"Open your eyes!" he shouted, grabbing her jaw roughly.
She winced, forcing them open.
Another slap.
Her cry echoed weakly in the warehouse.
"I said stay awake!" he barked.
She was sobbing now, breath uneven, shoulders trembling.
"I want to sleep..." she whispered brokenly.
He grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back painfully.
"Do you know who I am?"
Her scalp burned from the force.
Her lips trembled.
"W... who are you..." she whispered.
His grip tightened.
Devyani's pupils widened despite the tears.
Recognition flickered.
He saw it.
His own eyes grew glassy but not from weakness.
From something far more dangerous.
His voice cracked for the first time.
His grip loosened slightly, but his fingers were still tangled in her hair.
His breathing grew heavier.
His voice dropped.
Tears slipped down his own face now.
He looked at Devyani with shattered rage.
His jaw clenched violently.
His hand trembled as he pointed at Devyani.
He swallowed hard.
His voice turned venomous.
The warehouse felt colder.
His breathing became ragged.
"When I reached..." his voice cracked violently, "she was dead."
The word echoed in the hollow warehouse.
Dead.
"She..." he swallowed hard, jaw trembling with rage, "I didn't even get to see her properly."
His eyes burned as he stared at Devyani.
"Do you know why?"
His hand trembled.
"Because of your fucking husband."
Devyani's head felt heavy.
The words were hitting her ears
But not fully entering.
Her mind was already fragile.
Already fractured.
He stepped closer, voice rising into a broken roar.
The air froze.
Devyani's gaze went distant.
Unfocused.
Her lips parted slightly.
But she wasn't hearing him anymore.
Another slap.
Harder.
Her head snapped to the side.
"Look at me!" he screamed.
He grabbed her throat suddenly and squeezed, forcing her upright.
She gasped weakly, hands bound, unable to fight.
Her swollen lips trembled.
He roared.
His fingers tightened around her neck.
His voice shattered.
His breath shook violently.
"Bags."
His grip loosened slightly as grief overtook rage for a second.
His shoulders heaved.
He looked at Devyani like she was the embodiment of everything he had lost.
Devyani's breathing had become uneven.
Her chest rising shallowly.
Her eyes slowly filling again.
But not with understanding.
With denial.
"No..." she whispered faintly.
Her voice was barely there.
"No... he... he wouldn't..."
Her heart was pounding in confusion and horror.
Her husband.
Her pati ji.
The man who held her hand during pooja.
Who wore red for her.
Who fed her prasad.
Chopped someone?
Into pieces?
Her mind refused to process it.
Her head shook weakly.
"No..."
But the man's grief-fueled rage had fully awakened now.
"I want him to feel it," he growled. "I want him to watch you beg."
He leaned closer.
"And I want him to fail."
The man suddenly laughed.
Not loud.
Not hysterical.
But hollow.
Empty.
"He will arrive soon," he said, wiping the tears from his face roughly. "I know him."
His lips curled.
He looked around the warehouse calmly.
There was no fear in his tone.
Only acceptance.
He gave a small signal with two fingers.
Immediately, one of his men moved forward and grabbed Jinal's unconscious body by the arm.
He dragged her across the concrete floor carelessly.
Her head hit the ground lightly as she was pulled away.
"NO!" Devyani cried weakly, trying to move despite the ropes.
The middle-aged man bent down beside her chair, lowering his mouth near her ear.
His voice became almost gentle.
Her entire body froze.
Her breath stopped.
A pause.
Her pupils dilated instantly.
Her heart felt like it stopped beating.
"No..."
The word barely came out.
"No..."
He straightened, watching her carefully.
"You think we would leave the panther alive?"
His smile deepened.
"He tried to attack my men."
A flicker of pride crossed his face.
"Brave boy."
Then it vanished.
"But bravery doesn't stop bullets."
Her ears rang.
The warehouse noise faded.
She couldn't breathe properly.
Her son.
Her Kaizan.
Her head began shaking slowly.
The man leaned closer again, enjoying the fracture forming in her expression.
Her voice came out broken.
"You're lying..."
He smiled.
"Am I?"
Tears streamed uncontrollably now.
Her chest heaved violently.
"You're lying!" she screamed suddenly, raw and desperate.
The man stepped back, satisfied.
"Yes," he said coldly. "Scream."
His eyes darkened.
From outside
Noise
Slow.
Measured.
Coming closer.
The warehouse door creaked slightly.
The middle-aged man's men stiffened.
One of them whispered, "Sir..."
The man inhaled deeply.
A twisted calm spread across his face.