Ch43 Where is my wife?! #2
Naresh fell completely silent, paralyzed by a heavy, suffocating shock. Seeing him defeated, Shamita's temper shattered. She bolted up from the floor, her eyes bloodshot with malice. "This worthless little bird has finally grown wings, hasn't she? Let me show you how easily I can clip them!"
Driven by pure insanity, Shamita grabbed a heavy glass bottle from the adjacent console table and lunged violently toward Rivanya to smash it against her head.
Rivanya didn't flinch. Her expression remained terrifyingly calm, but a lethal, cold fire ignited in her eyes.
The exact millisecond Shamita swung the weapon, Rivanya intercepted her wrist mid-air with an iron-clad grip, completely freezing her movement.
Before Shamits could even process the reversal, Rivanya twisted her arm and violently shattered the glass bottle directly over Shamita's head.
The heavy glass imploded, and Shamita dropped to her knees with a painful shriek, thick crimson blood instantly cascading down her forehead and matting her hair.
Before Naresh or Alisha could even take a step forward to intervene, Rivanya bent down and grabbed a sharp, jagged shard of the broken bottle. With blinding velocity, she pressed the jagged edge directly against the side of Shamita's throat, slowly forcing the glass to puncture her skin.
"You are such a bitch, Shamita," Rivanya whispered, her voice dropping into a terrifyingly quiet, dark register that made the room's temperature drop. "Because of you... and before me, because of what you did to my Mamma... we suffered endlessly. Did you honestly think you would get away with it?"
Shamita let out a choked, agonizing scream that echoed harshly through the cavernous hall, but there wasn't a single trace of mercy left in Rivanya's soul. She pressed the glass a millimeter deeper, her jaw locking.
"The absolute rot and filth was always inside your character and your daughter's, yet you possessed the audacity to point fingers at my dignity? Did you think you would survive the aftermath? No. Katha Rathore's daughter is alive,
and I am going to make you beg for the sweet release of death while you are still breathing."
Pure, unadulterated terror filled Shamita's eyes.
She was entirely pinned beneath Rivanya's grip, unable to move as the cold glass threatened her throat.
Alisha sat paralyzed on the floor, completely lacking the courage to step forward, while Naresh stood rooted to the spot, entirely disarmed by the sudden, terrifying violence.
With a swift, fluid motion, Rivanya violently ripped the glass shard away from her throat and stood back up, smoothing down the front of her elegant suit.
Shamita let out a final, blood-curdling shriek of absolute agony that practically shook the very walls of the Bedi Mansion, collapsing into her own blood as the heavy silence of retribution took over the room.
The moment Rivanya turned on her heel to exit the mansion, Alisha's voice shrieked with absolute venom.
"You think you can just walk away after what you did to me and my mother, Rivanya?! You will have to pay a bloody price for this!"
Standing up with a bruised face, Alisha hollered at the top of her lungs, "Guards! Get in here right now!"
On her singular command, five burly, heavily built estate guards marched into the grand hall, completely blocking the exit.
Looking at their massive frames, a disgusting, malicious smirk returned to Alisha's face.
Pointing a trembling finger at Rivanya, she hissed, "Do whatever you want with her. Destroy her. Tear her dignity to absolute shreds right here in front of everyone!"
Hearing those vile words, a blinding surge of fury rippled through Rivanya.
But she knew she had to keep her composure; Alisha was a vicious, depraved girl who wouldn't hesitate for a fraction of a second to destroy a woman's modesty out of pure spite.
As the heavy footsteps of the guards echoed across the marble, closing the distance between them, a cold dread began to claw at Rivanya's stomach.
Yet, her unyielding resolve remained anchored she would never allow anyone to lay a finger on her.
Reaching down with blinding speed to grab another jagged piece of broken glass from the floor to defend herself, one of the massive guards lunged forward. His hand clamped down around her fair wrist with such brutal, crushing force that deep, dark bruises instantly began to form against her skin.
Rivanya glared at him, her voice lethal despite the pain. "The consequences of this action will be fatal for you. Let go of me!"
Seeing her cornered and seemingly helpless, Alisha and Shamita burst into a shameless, triumphant fit of laughter, while Naresh Bedi simply stood in the background, quietly watching the horrific display as a passive spectator.
But in their absolute arrogance, the Bedi family had completely failed to realize that their literal death sentence was already standing at the threshold, waiting to tear down their world.
The exact millisecond the other four guards stepped closer to trap Rivanya, a thunderous, explosive crash echoed through the estate. The massive solid wood double doors of the mansion were violently blown off their hinges, shattering into splinters as they collapsed inward onto the floor.
Rudraksh Vardhan stormed into the hall like a demonic force of nature, his towering frame casting a shadow of absolute doom over the room.
His eyes were a terrifying, bloodshot shade of red, and his chest heaved with an untamed, lethal fury.
He locked his gaze onto Naresh Bedi and roared with a voice that shook the very foundations of the building, "WHERE IS MY WIFE?!"
The moment his blood-curdling roar filled the cavernous hall, the arrogant laughter on Alisha and Shamita's faces vanished instantly, replaced by a cold, paralyzing terror.
They knew this wasn't the law-abiding Rivanya; this was Rudraksh Vardhan the ruthless, unyielding king of the dark underworld who executed his targets first and asked questions later.
Rudraksh swept his lethal, bloodshot gaze across the hall. The exact fraction of a second his eyes registered a heavy hand gripping Rivanya's bruised wrist, surrounded by four other men, his brain bypassed all logical restraint. It took him less than a heartbeat to analyze the entire situation.
Rivanya looked up at him, a profound wave of relief washing over her trembling frame, though even she felt a sudden chill at the sight of the absolute, murderous insanity reflecting in her husband's eyes.
Rudraksh's jaw locked with enough force to crack his teeth, his knuckles turning white as his hands balled into fists.
Without uttering a single syllable, his movements turned into a blur of clinical precision.
He pulled his customized firearm from his silk blazer, aimed cleanly, and pulled the trigger.
BANG!
A singular, deafening gunshot echoed through the hall, and the bullet tore directly through the forehead of the guard holding Rivanya's wrist.
The man dropped to the marble floor like a sack of bricks, dead before his body even hit the ground.
Terrified by the explosive sound, Rivanya instinctively raised her hands and tightly covered her ears, closing her eyes.
But Rudraksh wasn't finished. Operating on pure, untamed underworld muscle memory, he advanced into the room, executing a continuous, rapid-fire sequence without breaking his stride.
BANG! BANG! BANG! BANG!
Four more precise, lethal gunshots shattered the air.
Within a span of less than three seconds, the remaining four guards collapsed onto the floor, pooling in their own blood right in front of the family.
Naresh, Alisha, and Sumitra completely lost their minds with terror.
Their knees buckled, and they dropped to the floor, weeping and frantically begging for their literal lives, realizing they were standing in the presence of an executioner.
Ignoring their pathetic groveling, Rudraksh dropped his weapon and closed the distance to Rivanya in a single stride.
He reached out, his powerful arms wrapping around her waist as he pulled her flush against his broad chest, burying his face into her hair.
Rivanya didn't hesitate; she wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, clinging to him with every ounce of strength left in her body.
Holding her safe and unbroken within his protective embrace, Rudraksh finally let out a ragged, trembling breath.
The suffocating knot of terror that had tightened around his throat the moment he discovered her missed tracking logs finally began to ease.
He had been driven absolutely insane by the thought of arriving too late to shield her.
Rivanya buried her face into the crook of his neck, letting the familiar, woody scent of his premium cologne wash away the residual panic of the confrontation.
She had been genuinely terrified when the walls of those men had closed in on her, but the moment her Rudraksh stepped into the room, she knew she was completely untouchable.
Gently pulling back just an inch, Rudraksh grabbed her by her shoulders, his hands trembling slightly as his dark eyes frantically mapped her face and body for any signs of injury. "Sugarplum... look at me. Are you alright? Did they hurt you anywhere? Tell me!"
Rivanya looked up at him, noticing that his breathing was entirely ragged, his chest heaving violently from the sheer weight of his anxiety for her safety.
Realizing how deeply his protective instincts had shattered his usual stoic composure, she gently placed both her palms flat against his chest, right over his racing heartbeat.
"I'm fine, Rudra," she whispered softly, her eyes swimming with a profound, reassuring warmth. "I am completely unharmed. Please... calm down. I am safe right here with you."
The raw terror of almost losing Rivanya was written clearly across Rudraksh's face.
He was completely drenched in sweat from head to toe, a stark testament to the reckless, breakneck speed at which he had driven through Mumbai to reach the mansion.