Reyansh and RIVAN begging
The urge to say again
battameezon fir se target itna jldi complete kardiya but you are no longer that battameez??
I wish........
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Jinal's body dragged across the warehouse floor like a broken doll.
Dust scraped against her cheek.
Her vision blurred in waves as the pounding in her skull refused to stop. Warm blood trickled down her temple, sliding past her jaw and dripping onto the concrete below.
Her right arm hung uselessly.
The bone in her hand had shattered earlier during the struggle, and every bump against the rough ground sent sharp lightning bolts of pain shooting up her shoulder.
Her legs barely obeyed her anymore.
They trembled beneath her weight, wobbling as if they might collapse any second.
Still
She refused to lose consciousness.
Not yet.
Not while Devyani was still tied to that chair.
Not while those men were still breathing.
A rough hand grabbed her and dragged her upright again.
The middle-aged man towered over her.
He was a thick, brutal figure in his fifties, his face hardened by years of bitterness. Old scars crossed his arms like faded maps of past violence.
His eyes burned with fury.
"Wake up, you bitch," he snarled.
Jinal barely lifted her head.
The world swayed.
The man turned and grabbed a dented metal bucket sitting in the corner of the warehouse.
Without hesitation
He flung the entire bucket of icy water over her.
The splash echoed loudly.
The freezing water slammed into her skin like thousands of needles.
It soaked her hair, her clothes, her wounds.
Water pooled around her and spread across the cracked concrete floor.
The thug stepped back with a satisfied smirk.
He expected her to flinch.
To gasp.
To wake up just enough so they could tie her properly before their real guest arrived.
Just enough pain to keep her conscious.
Nothing more.
But what he didn't know
What none of them realized
Was that the water had just undone the drug running through her veins.
The cheap sedative they had injected earlier to keep her weak during the kidnapping began dissolving instantly under the shock of cold.
The fog in her brain cracked.
Shattered.
The dull heaviness in her limbs started to lift.
Her senses sharpened like a blade being dragged across stone.
Sound came back first.
The echo of footsteps.
The distant drip of water.
Devyani's shaky breathing.
Then sight.
Her blurred vision snapped into focus.
Slowly.
Dangerously.
Jinal's eyes opened.
Not weak.
Not dazed.
But sharp.
Wild.
Fierce.
The thug didn't notice immediately.
He was still laughing with the other men.
Still thinking she was half-dead on her feet.
But Jinal's fingers curled slowly against the wet concrete.
Her breathing steadied.
Pain still screamed through her body
But pain meant she was awake.
Alive.
And very, very angry.
Across the room
Devyani sat trembling in the chair.
And Jinal lifted her head slightly.
Because now
The game had changed.
Jinal had never been fragile.
Pain was not new to her.
She had grown up in the shadow of a name that made men tremble Rivan Thakur.
In that world, weakness didn't survive.
She had learned early.
Fight first. Bleed later.
And being the ex-wife of Reyansh Sehgal had only sharpened those instincts further.
So when the freezing water cleared the drug from her veins
Pain returned.
Sharp.
Brutal.
Her breathing steadied slowly as the thug continued dragging her across the floor.
He didn't notice the change immediately.
To him she was still half-dead weight.
But Jinal's eyes had changed.
Focused.
Calculating.
She watched his movements carefully.
His grip.
His balance.
His weapon.
The pistol holstered loosely at his waist.
The man adjusted his hold on her arm
And for one split second...
His grip loosened.
That was all she needed.
Jinal moved.
Fast.
Her good hand shot forward like a striking snake.
Her fingers wrapped around the cold metal grip of the pistol at his waist.
The thug's eyes widened.
Too late.
She ripped the gun free in one savage pull.
At the same time she drove her shoulder into his chest with everything left in her battered body.
The impact knocked the breath out of him.
He stumbled backward, completely caught off guard.
His heel hit a wooden crate.
Then another.
His balance broke.
He crashed hard onto his back with a loud thud, slamming into a stack of crates behind him.
The wooden boxes toppled over like dominoes.
CRASH.
Wood splintered.
Dust exploded into the air.
The thug groaned, scrambling desperately to get up.
But Jinal was already moving.
Blood still ran down her face.
Her arm was still broken.
Her legs still shook.
Yet somehow
She was standing.
And now she had a gun.
Across the warehouse
The other men's froze.
And Jinal raised the pistol with trembling but deadly steady aim.
Because the predators had just made one catastrophic mistake.
They had forgotten who she was.
Jinal didn't give them time to think.
The moment the pistol steadied in her hand, she turned.
The barrel swung toward the middle-aged man.
For the first time since the nightmare began
He froze.
The smug curve on his lips vanished.
Their eyes met.
A heartbeat.
Then
The gunshot exploded through the warehouse like thunder.
The bullet tore straight into his thigh.
Bone cracked.
Muscle ripped.
A violent spray of blood burst through the fabric of his pants, staining the concrete beneath him.
His scream echoed brutally through the empty space.
"AAAAARGH!"
He collapsed to one knee instantly, clutching the wound as blood gushed between his fingers.
His face twisted in raw agony, teeth grinding together as his body shook.
Her broken hand throbbed like fire.
Yet the gun remained steady.
Because she had lived her whole life in war zones disguised as family empires.
Pain didn't slow her.
It sharpened her.
Out of the corner of her eye
She saw movement.
The thug she had knocked down was scrambling back up from the shattered crates, panic flashing across his face.
His hand shot toward the gun tucked in his belt.
Jinal didn't hesitate.
Didn't blink.
Didn't warn.
She simply squeezed the trigger.
His head snapped backward violently, body locking stiff for a split second
Then collapsing.
Lifeless.
The gun slipped from his fingers before he could even draw it.
His body hit the floor with a dull thud.
Blood spread beneath his skull slowly, dark and thick against the concrete, like spilled ink creeping outward.
Silence followed.
Heavy.
Shocked.
The remaining men stared in disbelief.
Their hostage
The injured woman they thought was barely conscious
Was standing in the middle of the warehouse with a smoking gun.
Blood on her face.
Murder in her eyes.
The villain's scream tore through the warehouse, echoing off the rusted metal walls like a wounded animal.
Raw.
Piercing.
He clutched his shattered thigh, blood pouring between his fingers as he struggled to breathe through the pain.
Now the air was thick with the metallic scent of blood.
Jinal stood in the middle of it.
Barely standing.
Her breathing came in rough, ragged gasps.
But the gun in her other hand lifted again.
Slowly.
Steadily.
The barrel aimed directly at the middle-aged man.
He looked up at her from the floor, eyes burning with both hatred and fear.
For the first time
The predator looked like prey.
Jinal's finger tightened on the trigger.
End him.
End this.
But suddenly
A shadow burst from the side.
One of the remaining goons, burly and desperate, rushed forward with a metal pipe raised high above his head.
Jinal sensed movement
Too late.
The pipe came crashing down.
The sound was sickening.
Pain exploded behind her eyes like fireworks.
White stars burst across her vision.
The gun slipped from her fingers instantly, clattering loudly across the concrete floor.
Her knees buckled beneath her.
The world tilted violently.
She collapsed hard onto the ground, the impact sending a brutal shock through her already shattered hand.
A choked gasp escaped her lips.
Her vision blurred again.
Darkness crept in from the edges like thick smoke.
Far away
Heavy.
Her body refused to move.
Her lips trembled slightly as she forced out the only words her fading mind could form.
Her voice was barely a whisper.
Rivan.
Her brother.
The man who would burn cities for his family.
Darkness pulled harder at her consciousness.
And the last thought that crossed her mind before everything faded
Was that when Rivan Thakur arrived...
This warehouse would not survive it.
The villain writhed on the concrete floor, his scream twisting into a guttural roar that rattled through the warehouse.
"You fucking bitch!" he bellowed, veins bulging in his neck. "Get her! Tie her up before she does more damage!"
Blood poured freely from the gunshot wound in his thigh, spreading across the cold concrete like a dark, creeping stain.
Two of his men rushed to him.
One dropped to his knees beside him, pulling out a filthy rag from his pocket. With trembling hands he wrapped it tightly around the wound, pressing hard to slow the bleeding.
The cloth turned crimson almost instantly.
Still
The pressure slowed the heavy flow enough to keep the man from blacking out.
"Sir... you're bleeding bad," the young thug muttered nervously.
He couldn't have been older than twenty-five.
Sweat beaded across his forehead despite the cold air of the warehouse.
His eyes kept darting toward the entrance door like he expected death to walk through it any second.
"We gotta get you to a hospital," he added anxiously. "This ain't good."
The villain stared at him.
Then
He laughed.
A sharp, bitter sound that cut through the room like broken glass.
The laugh twisted into a painful wince as the movement sent fresh agony through his shattered thigh.
"Hospital?" he scoffed, breathing hard.
He leaned back against a wooden crate, his face pale from blood loss but his eyes still burning with stubborn fire.
The young thug swallowed.
Silence stretched for a moment.
Then the villain chuckled again, darker this time.
"Nah."
He shook his head slowly.
His gaze drifted toward the large warehouse doors.
Toward the darkness beyond them.
The words hung heavy in the air.
Even the men around him stiffened.
He tapped the rag tied around his thigh weakly.
He smirked despite the pain.
The warehouse fell silent again.
No one spoke.
Because every single man in that room knew the truth.
When Rivan Thakur came for someone
Hospitals stopped mattering.
Graves became the only destination.
A cold chill crept down the spine of the bodyguard kneeling beside him.
The words still hung in the air.
Heavy.
Suffocating.
Rivan Thakur.
Even saying the name out loud felt dangerous.
The bodyguard was a stocky man in his thirties, hardened by years of dirty work. He had stood beside the villain through kidnappings, and bloody deals.
But this was different.
Because this wasn't some rival gang.
This was him.
The man who had built an empire out of blood and loyalty.
The man who didn't just kill enemies
He erased them.
Families.
Names.
Legacies.
The bodyguard swallowed hard.
His eyes drifted toward the large warehouse doors where darkness pooled like a living thing.
For a second
He half expected shadows to move.
Half expected something monstrous to walk through.
"Boss... then let's run," he blurted suddenly, his voice urgent and low.
He wiped his trembling hands on his jeans, leaving dark bloody smears across the fabric.
The movement made pain shoot through his leg and he grimaced, gripping the crate behind him.
"Run?" he repeated quietly.
His voice hardened.
The bodyguard fell silent.
The villain continued, his tone dark with bitter certainty.
The warehouse felt colder.
More suffocating.
"No," he said finally.
The bodyguard stared at him in disbelief.
"You're serious?"
The villain leaned his head back against the crate, his face pale but his eyes still burning with grim acceptance.
He forced a small laugh.
But it came out weak.
Cracked.
Laced with a fear he refused to admit openly.
His gaze drifted toward the dark entrance again.
He tapped the rag wrapped around his bleeding leg.
His voice dropped.
The bodyguard shivered.
Not from the cold.
From the name that still echoed in the warehouse like a curse.
A visible tremor ran through his broad shoulders as he stood there, staring toward the dark entrance.
He had heard the stories.
Everyone in the underworld had.
Men hanging from bridges like broken puppets.
Screams echoing through abandoned buildings for hours before silence finally took them.
Rivan Thakur didn't just kill enemies.
He made examples.
The bodyguard swallowed hard.
They had chosen this life.
Violence.
Crime.
Blood.
But hearing stories and standing in front of the storm were two very different things.
Still
He forced himself to straighten.
His jaw tightened as he pushed the fear down into something colder.
Something harder.
He nodded slowly at his boss.
"Alright," he said, voice rough but steady.
The villain gave a small approving grunt, though pain still twisted his face.
"Tie that idiot girl up tight," he ordered, nodding toward Jinal's collapsed body across the floor.
His eyes drifted toward the entrance again.
A pause.
His lips curled faintly.
The remaining men moved instantly.
Fear sharpened their movements.
Made them faster.
More desperate.
One of them rushed to a storage shelf and grabbed a coil of thick rope the rough kind used for hauling heavy cargo crates.
Coarse.
Unforgiving.
They dragged Jinal up from the floor roughly.
Her body hung limp between them.
Her head lolled forward, blood matting strands of her dark hair across her face.
Her chest rose and fell shallowly.
Still breathing.
But barely conscious.
They forced her arms behind her back.
The man tying the rope hesitated slightly when he saw her shattered hand.
Even criminals had instincts.
But fear of Rivan pushed mercy aside.
He tied the rope anyway.
Tight.
Not gentle.
Jinal groaned faintly under her breath but didn't wake.
They wrapped the rope again.
Around her wrists.
Around her arms.
Then her ankles.
The knots were pulled hard and secure.
No chances this time.
Finally, they dragged her upright and propped her against the cold warehouse wall.
Like a captured prize.
Her head tilted to one side.
Blood dried across her cheek.
Her hair tangled and damp.
But even unconscious
Even beaten half to death
There was still something dangerous about her.
Something coiled beneath the stillness.
Like a snake waiting for the moment to strike again.
Across the room
Devyani sat bound to her chair.
Unconscious.
And outside the warehouse doors
Bootsteps approached slowly.
One.
After another.
Closer.
And closer.
The warehouse had changed.
What was once chaos had turned into something tighter.
Sharper.
The air buzzed with tense, electric energy.
The remaining crew men including the bodyguard spread out across the warehouse floor.
Fear still lived in their eyes.
But it had twisted into something else now.
A grim readiness.
Because they all understood the truth
Running wasn't an option anymore.
This place was about to become their last stand.
One man hurried toward the main entrance.
He grabbed two heavy metal oil drums and shoved them violently across the concrete floor.
CLANG.
The sound echoed through the hollow warehouse like the strike of a war drum.
He positioned the barrels in front of the rusted sliding doors, pushing them tight against the metal.
Then he wedged a crowbar through the handles to lock them together.
"This'll slow them down," he muttered under his breath.
But his hands trembled as he worked.
The metal rattled slightly from the shaking.
Across the room
Another man stood at a makeshift table cluttered with weapons.
He worked fast.
Reloading.
Preparing.
Pistols.
A battered shotgun.
Two rifles scavenged from the bodies of their fallen men.
Bullets clinked sharply as they dropped into magazines.
Click.
Clack.
Snap.
The mechanical rhythm filled the warehouse like a ticking clock counting down to something inevitable.
"How many you think they'll bring?" one of the men asked nervously.
His voice barely carried across the room.
The bodyguard shot him a hard look.
"Doesn't matter," he said flatly.
But even as he spoke, his stomach churned.
Because deep down
He knew the truth.
Rivan's men weren't street thugs.
They weren't sloppy criminals.
They were trained.
Coordinated.
Ruthless.
And when they moved
They moved like a pack of wolves.
The middle aged man dragged himself across the warehouse floor, his injured leg leaving a faint smear of blood behind him.
Every movement sent fire through his thigh.
His teeth clenched as he pulled himself toward the grimy side window.
The glass was cracked and fogged with dirt, but it gave him a narrow view outside.
He forced himself up against the wall and peered through the darkness.
The city lights flickered in the distance.
Small.
Far away.
Like silent warnings.
Wind slipped through the cracks in the warehouse walls, whistling softly through the rusted metal sheets.
Then
Faintly
He heard it.
The low rumble of engines somewhere out in the night.
Maybe trucks.
Maybe motorcycles.
Maybe something worse.
His heart began pounding harder in his chest.
Pain.
Fear.
Anticipation.
All tangled together.
He turned his head toward his men, voice rough but loud enough to carry through the warehouse.
The men paused.
Weapons in their hands.
Eyes tense.
"When they come..." he continued slowly, breath heavy, "...we don't run."
He pushed himself upright against the wall.
His gaze hardened.
A twisted grin formed on his lips.
Across the room
The bodyguard tightened his grip on his pistol.
His knuckles turned pale around the handle.
Fear crawled under his skin like insects.
But he crushed it down.
Forced it into something colder.
Because fear didn't matter now.
Only survival.
He imagined the coming fight.
Bullets tearing through the air.
Bodies dropping.
The warehouse turning into a storm of gunfire.
Ready or not
War was about to arrive.
His lips moved quietly.
Muttering prayers under his breath.
He pulled out his phone and checked the screen again.
No signal.
Nothing.
"Still dead," he muttered.
Maybe jammers.
Maybe the warehouse location.
Maybe fate.
Outside
The engine sounds grew clearer.
Closer.
The villain stared into the darkness beyond the window.
And whispered quietly to himself
The warehouse held its breath.
The night outside the warehouse had turned unnaturally still.
Even the wind seemed to pause.
Then
CRASH.
The barricaded warehouse doors exploded inward.
Metal drums rolled across the floor with a deafening clang as the heavy doors slammed against the walls.
Dust and rust burst into the air.
Through the smoke and darkness
They entered.
First came the boots.
Heavy.
Measured.
Dangerous.
Then the men behind them armed, disciplined, spreading across the entrance like a silent army.
At the front stood Reyansh Sehgal.
Beside him
Rivan Thakur.
Both men stepped inside slowly.
Their presence alone changed the air in the warehouse.
Cold.
Deadly.
The kidnappers stiffened instantly, raising their weapons.
Safety clicks echoed in panic.
But for a moment
No one fired.
Because the two men standing at the entrance didn't look human anymore.
They looked like something far worse.
Reyansh's jaw was clenched so tight the muscle in his cheek twitched violently.
His eyes were bloodshot.
Burning with a rage that could swallow the room whole.
Rivan stood beside him in terrifying silence.
His face was unreadable.
But the darkness in his eyes was deeper than the night outside.
Predatory.
Ancient.
The kind of anger that didn't shout
It destroyed.
Their men spread behind them like shadows, guns raised and ready.
Then
Rivan's gaze moved across the warehouse.
Bodies.
Blood.
Broken crates.
And then
He saw her.
Devyani.
Tied to a chair.
Head slumped to the side.
Unconscious.
Her cheek swollen red.
Tears dried across her face.
For a single second
The world stopped.
Something inside Rivan snapped.
Not loudly.
Not dramatically.
Just
silently shattered.
His fingers slowly tightened around the gun in his hand.
The metal creaked under the pressure.
Beside him, Reyansh saw it too.
And his reaction was immediate.
His roar shook the entire warehouse.
His gun snapped up instantly, aimed straight at the kidnappers.
Behind him, their men followed suit.
CLICK.
CLICK.
A wall of guns raised in perfect formation.
But across the room
The villains reacted just as fast.
Weapons lifted.
Rifles aimed.
Shotguns cocked.
The warehouse suddenly filled with the sound of metal sliding into place.
A battlefield frozen seconds before the first bullet.
And then
Rivan's eyes found him.
The middle-aged villain.
Bleeding.
Leaning against the crate.
Their gazes locked across the distance.
The man felt it immediately.
That gaze.
It wasn't rage.
It wasn't fury.
It was something far worse.
A cold, unstoppable storm.
The villain forced a crooked smile despite the blood loss.
"Well," he rasped.
Rivan didn't respond.
He didn't blink.
He didn't even move.
But the aura around him changed.
The temperature in the warehouse seemed to drop.
Even the men behind the villain shifted nervously.
Because everyone in that room felt it.
The moment Rivan Thakur stepped into the light
The war had already ended.
Now only the punishment remained.
A sudden movement broke the frozen standoff.
One of the goons stepped behind Devyani.
The cold barrel of a pistol pressed against her temple.
The sound of the safety clicking off echoed like thunder in the silence.
Reyansh's finger tightened on the trigger instantly
But Rivan's arm shot out slightly, stopping him.
Not a word.
Just a look.
Because one wrong move...
One bullet...
And his world would end right there.
Inside Rivan's mind, the man behind Devyani was already dead.
Not once.
A hundred times.
He imagined tearing him apart with his bare hands. Breaking every bone. Ripping him limb from limb until nothing remained but pieces scattered across the floor.
But his body stayed perfectly still.
Because Devyani's life rested on a single second of patience.
Across the warehouse, the middle-aged man slowly straightened against the crate, his injured leg trembling under his weight.
Blood soaked the rag tied around his thigh, but the madness in his eyes burned brighter than the pain.
"Well..." he said hoarsely, wiping sweat from his forehead.
His gaze locked onto Rivan.
Rivan's expression didn't change.
Not a flicker.
Not a blink.
Because the truth was
He didn't.
Abhiyanth Oberoi rarely stepped foot in India.
He operated from shadows far away, and Rivan had never cared enough to learn the face of every ghost hiding behind foreign money and old grudges.
Rivan simply stared at him.
Silent.
Cold.
That silence only made the man smile wider.
"Don't worry," he said bitterly.
His voice grew darker.
He spread his arms slightly, gesturing around the warehouse like a stage.
Reyansh's eyes flashed with fury.
But Abhiyanth raised a finger casually.
"Ah ah."
Then he nodded toward the man holding the gun to Devyani's head.
"Careful."
His smile returned.
"Dare to shoot..."
He leaned forward slightly.
For the first time
Something dangerous ignited fully in Rivan's eyes.
Not panic.
Not fear.
Something older.
More violent.
His voice came out low.
Deadly.
"Dare you..."
Every word sounded like a blade dragging across stone.
The promise hung in the air like a death sentence.
Even the kidnappers shifted uneasily.
Because everyone in that room knew
Rivan Thakur didn't make threats.
He made guarantees.
Abhiyanth tilted his head slightly, studying Rivan's face as if savoring every flicker of restrained rage.
Then he laughed.
A slow, mocking laugh that echoed across the warehouse.
His eyes glinted cruelly.
The words landed like a blade in the room.
Reyansh stiffened instantly.
Abhiyanth gestured toward the side wall where Jinal's unconscious body was tied up like a trophy.
"One piece at a time," he continued calmly.
Reyansh's heart skipped a beat.
His grip tightened so hard around his gun that his knuckles turned white.
"I'll fucking kill you!" he roared.
His voice thundered across the warehouse.
His eyes burned with violent fury.
He took a step forward.
But Abhiyanth just laughed again.
Cold.
Cruel.
He tapped the blood-soaked rag around his thigh.
"See this?" he said.
He looked almost impressed.
Then his smile widened.
The words made both men freeze.
For a single second
Everything inside Reyansh and Rivan went still.
Reyansh's voice came out dangerously low.
He chuckled.
He waved a hand dismissively.
"Don't worry."
His eyes gleamed with twisted amusement.
He leaned back against the crate despite the pain, his face lighting with dark excitement.
"Watching you lose control."
He spread his arms dramatically.
"Seeing the great Rivan Thakur lose patience..."
He closed his eyes for a moment as if savoring the thought.
His grin returned, wide and unhinged.
His voice dropped to a whisper filled with madness.
Silence followed.
A terrifying silence.
Because in that moment
The darkness inside Rivan finally rose to the surface.
And the men standing behind him suddenly realized something horrifying.
They weren't watching a man hold back his anger anymore.
They were watching a monster deciding how many people needed to die first.
Reyansh's eyes burned like wildfire as he took a step forward, rage rolling off him in waves.
His gun remained trained on the kidnappers, but his focus was locked on Abhiyanth.
"Enough of this bullshit," he growled.
His voice carried a sharp, dangerous edge.
He gestured toward Devyani tied to the chair... toward Jinal slumped against the wall.
His jaw tightened.
The words echoed across the warehouse.
His voice turned colder.
For a moment
Silence.
Then Abhiyanth burst into laughter.
Not amused.
Mocking.
Cruel.
He wiped sweat from his brow, shaking his head slowly.
"Innocent?"
His eyes drifted toward Jinal's bound body.
Then to the dead men scattered across the warehouse floor.
His hand slapped his injured thigh.
He leaned forward slightly, his voice dripping with sarcasm.
"That's never innocent, Mr. Sehgal."
His gaze hardened.
"She didn't fight like some helpless queen."
His lips curled bitterly.
The warehouse air thickened again.
Weapons remained raised.
Fingers hovered near triggers.
One wrong move
One twitch
And the entire place would explode into gunfire.
Abhiyanth lifted his gun slightly, the barrel glinting under the weak warehouse lights.
His gaze drifted toward Devyani, the gun still pressed against her temple.
For a second, Reyansh's finger twitched on his trigger.
But before he could move
Rivan's hand shot out and grabbed his arm.
Firm.
Unyielding.
Reyansh looked at him, fury blazing in his eyes.
But Rivan shook his head slightly.
Not now.
Not yet.
Then Rivan stepped forward half a pace, his voice low and controlled.
The question cut through the warehouse like a blade.
Abhiyanth tilted his head.
"Oh?"
He smiled slowly.
He clapped his hands twice.
Mockingly.
Two men moved immediately.
They pulled away a large dirty cloth hanging from a metal frame in the corner of the warehouse.
The cloth dropped to the floor.
And what it revealed
Froze the entire room.
Jinal.
She was tied high above the ground, ropes cutting deep into her wrists and ankles, suspending her helplessly in the air.
Her body hung limply.
Blood stained her clothes.
Bruises covered her face.
Her hair was matted with dried blood.
But the worst part
Was below her.
Directly beneath her body sat a large industrial drum.
A drum filled with acid.
The liquid inside bubbled faintly, releasing thin fumes that burned the air around it.
Only rope held her in place.
One cut
And her body would drop straight into the drum.
It was like a slap across Reyansh's soul.
His breath hitched violently.
His eyes widened in disbelief.
And for the first time since entering the warehouse
His gun lowered slightly.
For Rivan
It was hell.
Pure hell.
Both men froze where they stood.
Their hands trembled.
Not with fear.
But with a rage so violent it shook through their bones.
Their hearts skipped painfully in their chests.
To Rivan
She was the little sister he had protected since childhood.
And to Reyansh
She was still his queen.
Seeing her like this
Broken.
Bleeding.
Barely conscious.
It shattered something inside him.
Reyansh's breathing grew uneven.
His eyes stayed locked on her fragile body hanging above death.
And slowly
Something no one in that room expected appeared in his eyes.
Tears.
Raw.
Uncontrolled.
Because for the first time
The ruthless man everyone feared looked like a man who had just seen his entire world hanging by a single rope.
Reyansh stared at Jinal's hanging body.
His throat felt dry.
His voice came out broken.
The question hung in the air.
Abhiyanth smiled slowly.
Not with satisfaction
But with something darker.
He spread his arms slightly as if admiring a painting.
His eyes moved between Reyansh and Rivan.
The command fell like a hammer.
Behind Rivan and Reyansh, their men stiffened instantly.
None of them moved.
Because everyone knew what that meant.
Rivan's voice came out calm.
Dangerously calm.
Abhiyanth stared at him for a second.
Then laughed softly.
He shook his head slowly.
His voice turned cruel again.
He pointed toward Devyani.
Then toward Jinal hanging above the acid drum.
His finger slowly raised toward the rope.
A pause.
His smile widened slightly.
The warehouse held its breath.
For a moment it seemed like Rivan might refuse.
Like he might unleash the war everyone expected.
But instead
Rivan simply raised his hand slightly.
One silent signal.
His men looked at him in disbelief.
"Sir—"
One of them tried to protest.
But Rivan didn't even look at him.
The order stood.
Slowly.
Reluctantly.
One by one
The men lowered their guns.
Metal clattered as weapons hit the floor.
Pistols.
Rifles.
Shotguns.
Then they began walking toward the exit.
Each step heavy with hesitation.
But none of them disobeyed.
They passed through the broken warehouse doors one by one.
Leaving their guns behind.
Leaving their leaders standing alone.
Soon the room held only a few people.
Rivan.
Reyansh.
The kidnappers.
And the two women hanging between life and death.
Abhiyanth watched it all with twisted satisfaction.
"Good," he murmured.
His eyes gleamed.
Abhiyanth watched them with a slow, poisonous smile.
For the first time since they entered the warehouse
The great Rivan Thakur and Reyansh Sehgal stood powerless.
That sight alone seemed to satisfy something dark inside him.
Then he lifted his hand slightly.
A silent signal.
One of his men immediately moved toward the pulley holding Jinal's rope.
The man grabbed the lever.
And slowly
The rope began to move.
Creak...
The pulley groaned as Jinal's body lowered inch by inch.
Her unconscious form swayed slightly in the air.
Downward.
Closer.
Closer to the open drum of acid beneath her.
The bubbling liquid hissed softly.
Thin white fumes curled upward toward her dangling feet.
Reyansh's heart slammed violently against his ribs.
"STOP!" he shouted instinctively.
Rivan's eyes snapped toward Abhiyanth, fury blazing like wildfire.
But Abhiyanth only tilted his head.
Calm.
Enjoying every second.
Then he spoke one word.
Neither man moved.
They stood frozen.
Abhiyanth's expression darkened instantly.
"I said—"
His voice exploded across the warehouse.
The man holding the rope pulled the lever again.
Jinal's body dropped another few inches.
Now her feet hovered dangerously close to the surface of the acid.
The fumes curled around her legs.
Reyansh's breath hitched.
Rivan's hands trembled violently at his sides.
One more drop
And her skin would melt.
Neither of them hesitated again.
At the same moment
Both men dropped to their knees on the cold concrete floor.
The sound echoed through the warehouse like thunder.
For the first time in years
Two of the most feared men in the country were kneeling.
Both men stared at Jinal's fragile body hanging above the acid drum.
Their breaths heavy.
Their patience hanging by a thread.
And Abhiyanth...
He burst into laughter.
Loud.
Uncontrolled.
The sound echoed across the warehouse like a cruel celebration.
"Wow..." he clapped slowly, mock admiration dripping from his voice.
He limped forward slightly, shaking his head in fake amazement.
His eyes moved between them, savoring every second.
He spread his arms dramatically as if presenting a grand performance.
His grin widened.
He pointed toward Rivan with the barrel of his gun.
He paused for effect.
His voice rose theatrically.
His injured leg dragged slightly, leaving faint streaks of blood on the concrete, but the madness in his eyes burned brighter than the pain.
He stopped in front of them.
Looking down.
Looking at the two most feared men in the room
Kneeling.
Powerless.
Then he spoke again.
"Now..."
His voice carried cruel amusement.
"Beg me."
The word fell like poison.
Reyansh's jaw tightened instantly.
Rivan's eyes darkened further.
But Abhiyanth continued, enjoying the moment.
"Fold your hands," he said casually, waving his gun toward them.
His gaze flicked toward Devyani... then toward Jinal hanging above the acid drum.
A pause.
His finger tapped the trigger slowly.
The warehouse fell into a suffocating silence.
Every second stretched like torture.
Reyansh's breathing became uneven.
And beside him
Rivan's gaze moved to Devyani.
Without another word
Both men raised their hands.
And folded them.
Reyansh's voice cracked slightly.
Because the impossible had just happened.
The kings of the underworld were begging.
Then he spoke again.
His voice was no longer mocking.
It trembled.
"Just like this..." he whispered hoarsely.
Rivan's eyes flickered slightly.
For the first time, the man's pain was clearer than his madness.
Abhiyanth took a step closer, pointing a shaking finger at Rivan.
His voice rose.
The warehouse echoed with his roar.
His breathing turned ragged.
The words came out like a broken cry.
Reyansh's eyes narrowed slightly.
But Abhiyanth continued, rage and grief crashing together inside him.
His voice cracked.
He spread his arms helplessly.
"You could have punished her!"
His voice exploded with pain.
The question echoed violently across the warehouse walls.
His shoulders trembled.
For a moment he looked less like a villain
And more like a broken father.
Tears slid down his face freely now.
"My daughter..." he whispered.
His voice broke completely.
His hand pressed against his chest as if trying to hold himself together.
His breath shuddered.
His eyes lifted toward Rivan again, full of shattered fury.
Abhiyanth stood there shaking.
Tears streamed freely down his face now, mixing with the dust and blood on his skin. His chest rose and fell like every breath hurt him.
"It's all because of you," he said hoarsely, pointing a trembling finger at Rivan.
His eyes burned with broken rage as he looked toward Devyani's unconscious body.
His voice trembled violently.
The warehouse air felt heavier.
For a moment
No one spoke.
Then Rivan finally did.
His voice was calm.
But cold.
The words fell like iron.
Abhiyanth's head snapped up.
His face twisted with fury.
His voice echoed violently across the warehouse walls.
His fists clenched as fresh tears fell.
"You could have broken her pride!"
His voice dropped into a painful whisper.
His eyes glistened with grief.
The words tasted like poison in his mouth.
He shook his head slowly, disbelief still living inside his pain.
For a moment the broken father looked at Rivan not as an enemy
But as a man searching for an answer he would never accept.
And the warehouse stood silent, caught between grief, guilt, and the violence waiting to explode.
The warehouse had gone completely silent.
Abhiyanth's breathing was rough, his chest heaving as tears continued to slide down his face. Rage, grief, and years of pain twisted inside him like a storm that refused to calm.
He glared at Rivan with bloodshot eyes.
But Rivan didn't move.
Still kneeling.
Still calm.
The silence in the warehouse felt heavier than before.
Then
A faint movement.
Jinal's fingers twitched weakly against the ropes.
Her head shifted slightly, pain forcing a low breath from her chest.
Slowly...
Her eyelids fluttered open.
Her vision blurred at first.
Lights.
Shadows.
Shapes.
Then her eyes landed on someone kneeling across the room.
Reyansh.
For a second, she thought she was dreaming.
But when their eyes met
Everything froze.
Reyansh saw it.
Those weak, tired eyes staring back at him.
Alive.
A tear slipped from Jinal's eye first.
Then another.
Reyansh's breathing stopped completely.
He stared at her like a man seeing life return to a dead world.
Tears filled his own eyes without warning.
They rolled down his face silently.
Jinal tried to speak.
Her lips trembled.
Her voice barely came out.
The whisper was so fragile it almost disappeared in the air.
But Reyansh heard it.
Every word.
His chest tightened violently.
His breath hitched.
For a moment he couldn't even breathe.
He closed his eyes tightly, fighting the storm inside him.
Because seeing her hurt like this
Was tearing something inside him apart.
Then Jinal's weak gaze moved again.
Past Reyansh.
To the man beside him.
Rivan.
Her brother.
Her protector.
Her safe place.
Her lips moved again.
The single word broke something inside Rivan.
His throat tightened instantly.
His jaw clenched.
For the first time that night, the iron control in his expression cracked.
Because hearing her call him that
Seeing her hanging there broken
And knowing he couldn't move...
It shattered him in ways nothing ever had before.
The warehouse had gone completely silent.
Abhiyanth's breathing was rough, his chest heaving as tears continued to slide down his face. Rage, grief, and years of pain twisted inside him like a storm that refused to calm.
He glared at Rivan with bloodshot eyes.
But Rivan didn't move.
Still kneeling.
Still calm.
Then he spoke.
Low.
Steady.
Abhiyanth's jaw tightened.
Rivan's eyes met his directly.
I whispered softly, "Pati ji..."
But my voice came out so low that even I barely heard it.
I felt nervous.
Shy.
Confused.
And happy.
All at the same time.
I lay there on the soft bed in our quiet room, the dim light from the lamp making shadows dance on the walls like a secret movie just for us.
My heart was pounding so hard, like drums in my chest, as his hands touched my breasts again.
Ahhhh, him and his obsession with them.