Chapter - 91
Hello, beautiful people! ??
I have the original police report now. I got it two days ago. I haven't been able to look at the photos for more than a second. Their faces are there—recognizable—but the rest... I will not let Siya see that. She can't. She must never see it. It would break her.
The report says what I already feared. Papa was shot. Mom was stabbed. Then someone burned the car to make it look like an accident. It was staged. It was cruel. It was deliberate.
I found the men who did it. Four of them.
They kept saying they only followed orders — orders that came through messages and letters signed by R-9.
No face. No voice. Just a name. I hold those bastards in the basement.
They won't leave until I decide how they die — and they'll suffer exactly as my in-laws did—no mercy, no excuses.
For two days I've been chasing pieces, trying to put together the puzzle.
I am close, but not at the end yet. Every lead is a thread I pull until the whole thing unravels.
In the last two days I've barely left this room — reading files, replaying reports, looking for every clue.
I haven't found time to eat; my coffee has long gone cold on the desk.
I sent one or two short messages to Siya, asking if she'd eaten, nothing more.
I go home when she sleeps and return before she wakes—just to see her, to breathe for a moment before I return to the hunt.
I work until my eyes burn — I won't rest while it's unfinished.
I miss my angel. I miss the small peace I find in her arms. Last night, when I held her, everything else quieted.
For the first time in days I felt a kind of peace.
That peace is dangerous for me; it softens the edge I need to hunt.
But I will let it be a moment—only a moment—because she needs me calm, and I need that small calm to keep going.
A knock at the door brought me back to the room. Rohan stepped in, his face tight. "Sir," he said. "That company Vikram is using... something's off."
I didn't need him to finish. I already had suspicions. "What do you mean?" I asked, standing.
Rohan put a tablet on my desk and tapped the screen. "Sir, the company is running at a loss. Losses on paper, year after year. But Rawat doesn't shut it down. He never goes there—never visits. He runs it from outside, through proxies. He's not taking money out, sir. It doesn't make sense."
I closed the file in my hand and stared at him.
Patterns like this don't happen by accident.
If Vikram Rawat is R-9, then he's careful.
He hides in plain sight. He builds dead companies or shell companies for a reason.
He leverages legal names—Rajvansh, in this case—because it gives him cover and access.
"Find out what's happening inside that company," I said, voice low. "Who's on salary, who signs the cheques, who visits the office. Find every proxy, every accountant, every email address. Make no mistakes."
"Sir, I already sent someone in as an employee," Rohan answered. "He starts today. He'll report directly to me."
"Good." I let the word hang, then added, colder, "Make sure he's loyal. If Rawat is careful, he will be watching. We can't have our man exposed."
Rohan nodded. "Yes, sir."
I watched him go, then turned back to the files on my desk—old reports, the photos I forced myself to glance at, letters with the R-9 mark. The pieces were moving. Vikram Rawat's company behavior was another piece.
If Rawat is R-9, the why is still missing. Why order my in laws killed? Why destroy them and call it an accident? What did he expect to gain? Land? Silence? Power?
I will find out.
And when I do, there will be no hiding place.
For now, I will gather proof, watch every move, and protect my angel from the truth until the right moment. She deserves to remember her parents with a smile, not with ashes. The rest—revenge, justice—can wait until I hold the full story in my hands.
When we reached the mall, Anaya and I first bought what Maa had asked us to. After that, we started looking around for ourselves. I bought two or three traditional outfits — soft colors, simple but elegant — the kind I always feel most comfortable in. But Anaya, being herself, wasn't satisfied.
"Bhabhi, now we're going to the western section," she said, holding my hand before I could even say no.
I laughed softly, "Anaya, you know I still feel shy wearing those."
She rolled her eyes. "Oh please, you look pretty in everything. Just try, hmm?"
I nodded, giving in to her excitement. She started handing me one dress after another to try. I went inside the trial room, changing again and again, and every time I stepped out, she'd smile wide and say, "Perfect!" or "No, next one!" like a fashion expert.
In the end, we bought two dresses for me and some for her too. Then came her favorite part — selfies. She made me pose so many times that my cheeks started hurting from smiling too much.
After shopping, we went to the food court for lunch. Anaya ordered our food and, before eating, said, "Wait, one more selfie!" I laughed again and leaned closer. Spending time with her was something else — she never let the moment feel dull. With her, everything felt... easy, warm, real.
We finished eating, and I felt genuinely happy. It had been so long since I laughed like this.
"Bhabhi, wait here. I'll just go to the washroom," Anaya said.
I nodded, checking my phone. I started sending our pictures to Aarav — I knew he'd smile seeing me happy. Just then, from the corner of my eye, I noticed someone familiar walking toward the exit.
My heart skipped a beat. Natasha?
I blinked twice, thinking maybe I was mistaken. But no, it was really her — my cousin. The one who disappeared.
Without thinking, I stood up and started walking fast, calling softly, "Natasha!"
She didn't hear me. Or maybe she didn't want to. She was moving quickly, almost nervously.
"Natasha!" I called again, louder this time, trying to catch up.
And then—before I could reach her—a black car stopped near her. Two men stepped out. One of them put his hand over her mouth, and in seconds, they dragged her inside.
"No!" I shouted, running toward the car.
It drove off before I could do anything. My hands trembled as I grabbed my phone. "Avi... Avi, pick up please," I muttered, trying to call him. No answer. I called his PA, but even he didn't pick up.
My heart was pounding so hard that it hurt. I looked at the bodyguard and shouted, "Come with me! We need to go that way!"
We rushed to the car, and the driver sped in the direction the black car had gone.
My hands wouldn't stop trembling. I kept praying under my breath, Please, let Natasha be safe.
.. please. I didn't know what was happening or why—but deep inside, I could feel this was just the beginning of something terrible.
And in that moment, one thing was clear — I couldn't lose another person from my family. Not again.
The bodyguard, whose name I suddenly couldn't even remember, was on a call with someone, speaking in a tense voice. I also tried calling Avi again and again, but he wasn't answering. My chest tightened. Why isn't he picking up?
Just as I was about to call Arjun bhaiya, the driver suddenly hit the brakes hard. My phone slipped from my hand and fell on the floor.
"Kaka, what—" I started to ask, but then my words stopped.
There she was. Natasha. Standing in the middle of the road... with a gun pointed at her head.
My breath caught. "No... Natasha!"
One of the men shouted, "Get out of the car! Or she dies!"
I froze. My mind screamed that stepping out was foolish—it was a trap. I knew it. But what else could I do? How could I sit there and watch her die? My heartbeat felt louder than their voices. Think, Siya... think.
And then, an idea came. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. I took a deep breath and whispered to myself, Just a little time... I need to buy a little time.
Ignoring the bodyguard's warning—"Ma'am, don't step out!"—I opened the car door. The cold air hit my face as I stepped out slowly.
"Stop right there!" one of them shouted, aiming his gun at me.
More men appeared from behind. Before I could even move, they grabbed my hands roughly. The bodyguard tried to fight, but they overpowered him easily.
I looked at Natasha — her face pale, eyes full of fear — and gave her a small, knowing look, hoping she'd understand. She nodded slightly and then started shouting loudly, "Leave us! Let us go!"
One man growled and slapped her hard. "Shut up! Or I'll kill both of you!"
Tears burned my eyes, but I stayed silent. They dragged both of us toward another car. My hands were tied, and soon, they blindfolded us.
Everything turned dark.
I didn't know where they were taking us or why. My heart was racing so fast it hurt. But deep down, one thought kept me alive — Avi will come. He will find me. He will save us.
Because he always does.
After what felt like forever, the car stopped. The sound of footsteps echoed around us, rough hands pulled us out, and I could feel the cold floor beneath my feet. They pushed us onto chairs, tied our hands and legs tightly with ropes, and then finally removed the blindfolds.
For a moment, my eyes stung because of the dim light. The place was dark and smelled of dust and rusted metal. It looked like no one had been here for years. The walls were cracked, and there was only one small bulb hanging above us, flickering slightly.
Natasha was trembling beside me, her eyes wide with fear. "Siya... what's happening?" she whispered, her voice shaking.
I wanted to tell her that everything would be fine, but my own throat was dry. Still, I forced a calm smile. "Don't worry. Aarav will save us," I said softly, even though my heart was beating painfully fast. I was scared — more than I could ever say — but I didn't want her to see that.
Then suddenly, a screen in front of us flickered on. My breath caught. A shadowed figure appeared — his face hidden in darkness.
A deep voice echoed through the room. "Welcome to my world, princess..." He paused for a second before saying, almost mockingly, "...or should I say, Rani sa?"
I froze. My stomach twisted. How does he know that name?
I didn't say a word. I just kept staring, trying to recognize the voice, the tone, anything that could tell me who he was. But it was useless.
He laughed lightly, a sound that made my skin crawl. "How stupid are you, Siya? Even your parents were wiser, Siya. They knew when to stay away. You didn't. You just walked right into my world, and here I was, making plans to bring you here."
My blood ran cold. My parents? What was he saying?
I bit my lip hard, trying not to react, trying to stay strong. Natasha looked at me with fear in her eyes, whispering, "What is he talking about?"
I didn't answer. I just kept my eyes on the screen.
The man's laughter grew louder — cruel, cold, and haunting — echoing through the empty room. And then, suddenly, the screen went blank.
For a few seconds, everything was silent. Only the sound of my heartbeat filled the air, loud and uneven.
I closed my eyes, took a shaky breath, and whispered, "Avi... please come fast."
My voice trembled with fear. I didn't know what was happening, but my heart knew something terrible was coming.
After a while, I heard footsteps outside — hurried, heavy ones — and then voices that made my heart skip a beat.
"Natasha! Natasha!"
It was Tauji... and Taiji.
For a second, relief washed through me — then a cold thought slid in. Why would they be here now?
Before Natasha could even respond, two men lunged in together and covered both our mouths with rough cloths at the same instant. I tried to scream, to tell them to stop, but the sound never came. Someone dragged my chair backward, away from the faint light.
Now I was surrounded by darkness. I could only see a little light falling on Natasha and hear the echoes of what was happening.
Tauji and Taiji rushed toward her, both crying.
"Natasha, my baccha! Who did this to you?" Tauji's voice cracked in pain.
"Leave my daughter!" Taiji screamed at the men. "Untie her! You don't know who we are! Do you have any idea whose daughter you've tied up like this?"
Natasha was shaking her head, trying to say something through the cloth covering her mouth. I could tell she was trying to warn them — maybe trying to tell them I was there too.
But they didn't understand.
Before anyone could react, more men came from behind. In seconds, they grabbed Tauji and Taiji too. I heard them struggling, crying, begging — and then the sound of ropes tightening.
I couldn't see clearly, but I could feel it — the air filled with fear.
I wanted to shout, to do something, but my voice was gone. My whole body was trembling.
Why are they here? What's happening? Why us?
Tears rolled down my cheeks as I sat in that darkness, helpless, hearing their cries.
And all I could think was — Avi, please... come soon before it's too late.
Leaving Siya alive was my biggest mistake. I see that now clearly.
If she had died with her parents sixteen years ago, no one would be digging into that night. No one would be asking questions. The accident would have stayed buried — just the way I planned it.
She was only a child then. What could a five-year-old do?
That's what I told myself.
I trusted the Rajputs to keep her hidden, but I was wrong.
They wanted to keep her for their own selfish reasons.
They thought she could be useful to them, but even they couldn't fulfill that plan.
And the biggest mistake they made — they married her to power. They gave her to that arrogant king.
If I had known about that marriage earlier, I would have ended things my way before it ever happened.
Now the king is awake. He's looking into the past, trying to pull down everything I built.
He thinks he can find the truth, that he can punish those who hurt his family.
He's dangerous — not because of his power, but because he's patient.
He waits, watches, and never stops until he gets what he wants.
Everything I created — the plans, the money, the people who work for me — cannot fall apart because of one girl and one stubborn man who refuses to let the past stay buried. I won't let that happen.
I've always believed one thing — blood is easier to hide than truth. And I still believe it.
So the answer is simple now: remove the problem. Remove anyone who stands in my way. Make sure no one can trace anything back to me.
People will blame fate. They will say it was just bad luck. But I know better — I'm the one who sets the trap. They walk into it proudly, without even realizing it.
Let them come. Let the king rage. I'll be waiting.
And if silence demands blood... then blood it will be.