25| Little confession.
Tere hi baare, mein hai ab har zikr mera
Hua hai kaisa asar, ye tera
Koi naseehat, na chahun main koi salah
Jo rooh ne meri tujhe chun liya
In a dark mansion, Andrew Carson and his son Aaron are Lying on the ground, groaning in pain but their mouths are tied.
Their pale and lifeless bodies don't have any kind of external wounds, instead a thick drip is connected to both their wrists which is snatching blood from their bodies, drop by drop.
This is more painful than anything, when you are losing your life bit by bit helplessly, feeling this worst pain in every passing second of your life which is evident in their pathetic conditions. Chilling and scary silence is covering the place like a thin sheet.
Several men dressed in all black are also standing here with their heads bowed and demeanor firm.
In front of them, Aayansh is sitting leaning on his chair with his legs crossed and head slightly tilted as he's staring at them dying a brutal death.
His demeanor is calm and scary and his face is cold, reflecting no mercy as he exhales the smoke of his cigar in air.
"Boss, only 0.52 gallons of blood is left in their bodies, they can die any minute" One of those men utters, without lifting his head and his voice trembles with terror.
"Open their mouths" Aayansh orders, twitching the cigar between his fingers.
His expressions and voice, both are immense terrifying at this moment as he rests his head on the crown and closes his eyes.
Following his command immediately, one of the men opens their mouth and they both start groaning and writhing in pain, clearly struggling to fetch their last breaths.
"What do you think, Andrew Carson" Aayansh utters with the same tone, taking slow puffs of his cigar "You did all this cause you wanted to?" He crushes the cigar in his palm.
"It.. it, means y.. you knew everything al.. already" Andrew speaks, his lifeless voice cracking with terror and the immense suffering.
An evil grin forms over Aayansh's lips as he looks back at him and says "You know what, Carson. Late realisation often has brutal consequences. And You forgot one thing, You are in my territory, king's territory, here I play, I win and only I rule."
He turns his gaze from them to one side while Andrew and Aaron's eyes almost gauges out of the sockets when they follow his gaze.
On that side, around fifteen dogs are tied and they aren't normal dogs, they are Rottweilers who hold the power to eat a healthy man raw Within minutes, they are known to rip the human body like a piece of clothing within minutes.
They both start begging for merci in front of Aayansh, aware of the fact that they won't survive in anyway but no one wants this kind of brutal and terrifying death.
"Ple.. please leave my son, kill me instead, ple.. leave him, king, have mercy" Andrews begs, his breath heaving as he trembles with terror.
"Mercy? This thing has no existence in Aayansh Oberoi's world." Aayansh let out a dark chuckle "Now it will be more fun when you see your son being eaten and ripped by these dogs"
With his two fingers, he indicates his men to leave these dogs towards Aaron and he follows his command.
The dogs rushes to Aaron and starts ripping and tearing his body like a piece of clothing.
Aaron's painful screams echoes within the mansion and this disgusting sight is enough to haunt someone's entire existence as these dogs are tearing him piece by piece, meanwhile Andrew continues to cry and beg for mercy in front of Aayansh helplessly.
Every single man present here is shuddering with terror and no one has courage to lift their head and see this haunting sight, where Aayansh's red eyes remain intact to Aaron who is being ripped by these dogs mercilessly, like if he's enjoying the sight.
Soon, Aaron's screams shuts forever and scary silence covers the place as he is dead by now.
His half eaten body parts and blood is spread throughout the ground, Andrew is already dead by now.
Indicating something to his men, Aayansh stands up and takes off his jacket and throws it aside.
He closes his eyes and cracks his neck, just then two of his men drag that man there who shot towards Aayansh and Tara during the attack.
Almost every part of his body is bleeding and his half body is burnt with acid, he's in the worst condition possible, indicating how brutally he has been tortured.
One of his men who dragged him here stammers with fear "B.. boss, he- he's faint, we tried-" his words die in his throat when Aayansh shoots on that faint man's thigh without turning towards them and that man's eyes jerks open with a scream leaving his mouth.
That man after seeing Aayansh in front of him, starts screaming and begging, for life?
Of course not, he's begging for death as the pain he's suffering from now is worse than death.
After Turning and stepping near him, Aayansh starts crushing his face under his shoe brutally, at this moment, he's looking like a psychopath as if he's enjoying his condition and painful screams.
From his face, Aayansh starts crushing his hand brutally from which he shot those bullets.
He forwards his hand and one of his men hands him a cescar (it's a machine used to cut human bones).
He looks at the cescar once and then that man under his shoe.
A predatory smile makes its way on his lips, he sits on his tip toes and looks at him with his red eyes who is in no condition to process anything.
"You shot those bullets with this hand, right, mother fucker" he starts chopping his fingers brutally and then his arm and his terrifying screams fills the space. Men present there don't have the courage to even glance at this brutal sight.
"Do you even realise that if my wife had been hit by those bullets, how much pain would she have felt?" He says in a low, terrifying voice, piercing his skin slowly so that he'll feel every bit of this brutal pain.
That man falls unconscious again, getting an indication from him, Aayansh's man checks if he's dead and says "Boss, his pulse is very slow, he can die any second"
Aayansh closes his eyes, frustration and anger is evident on his calm face as he rubs his left brow for a minute and growls "I want him to breathe until I cut the last piece of his body" He opens his eyes and glares at his men, making them tremble at their places "And If he died before that, you all will also die"
Shivering with fear, one of his men pours ice cold water on him to revive him.
Groaning in pain, that man slowly opens his eyes (not fully), meanwhile Aayansh's dark gaze remains stuck to him who is not even in the condition to move from his place.
Aayansh proceeds with cutting him and he makes sure that he's breathing until he cuts the last piece of his body.
He stands up and with a handkerchief, he starts wiping blood from his hands. Just then someone keeps hand on his shoulder from behind and without turning, with the same dark tone, he warns "Remove your fucking hand, Rivaan"
Rivaan immediately removes his hand from aayansh's shoulder and stutters "Sorry, bhai"
"What about the exports?" He asks Rivaan, closing his eyes and cracking his neck.
"Everything is done, bhai.. Mr. Russo and Robinson will handle further things in Russia and America" he responds in a calm, decent voice with bowed head.
"Throw all these pieces in front of Atlasco, so that everyone gets to know the consequences of going against me" He orders in his cold and dark tone, his men acknowledge immediately. Aayansh throws the blood soaked handkerchief aside and makes his way out.
"Bhai is really heartless" Rivaan sighs, intentionally not looking at those bodies.
Arsh is standing at the balcony of his villa, both his hands are on the railing as he's staring up at the sky. His face is calm, but somewhere reflecting the storm burning inside him.
"Arsh?" A faint voice from behind brings him out of his thoughts but he doesn't turn and asks "Is the task done, Diya?"
"Yup, Inayat's pass port is ready" she walks towards him with a file in her hands.
Arsh turns towards her, Taking the file from her hands, he opens it to go through the information once. The file contains Inayat's pass port size photograph with some of her medical and other information with the name Ishani Mehra.
Reading the information carefully, he walks inside the room and diya follows him along.
"I don't understand one thing, why are you doing all this? I mean, first you took Inayat to the party as your partner, then your and her fake death and now, all of a sudden, you are sending her to Paris?" She asks, without breaking her sentence.
"I took inayat to the party as my partner Intentionally, and everything happened there was the part of my plan" He sits on the sofa, keeping file on the table, he opens his laptop.
Diya sits beside him, confusion fueling her voice as she asks "But why?"
"The day I was about to send her back to New York, I got to know that Carson is trying to find out information about her, which simply meant that Inayat had caught his eyes" His voice is calm and his eyes are fixed on the laptop screen.
"And if I had sent her to New York then, that fucker would have definitely targeted her, I couldn't risk her life.
Above all this, they were already planning to kill me, I knew that they can't do a shit against me, but it was about Inayat.
Now according to them, AJ and the girl with him are dead, let them think that they succeeded.
The thing that matters is Inayat is completely safe from their evil eyes now.
" He enters and verifys the said Info in his laptop.
"It means no one knows you both are alive?" She asks, staring at him with amazement.
"Aayansh knows, Only he knows" arsh says, his eyes remain on the screen.
"But how did he-" she pauses as something clicks in her mind "What is this Ishani Mehra and why are you sending Inayat to Paris?"
Arsh shuts the laptop and answers "I'm no one to snatch her Identity, but to ensure her safety, I've done all this.
I can sense that things would be worse in upcoming time, between all this, I can't let that little girl suffer because of me.
And binding her to me is a sin, especially when I know I'm a threat to her life.
" His voice is getting heavy with emptiness "Paris is the safest place for her, I've arranged everything.
She'll stay there with this new identity Ishani Mehra"
"I don't think she'll agree on this" Diya sighs, concern dripping from her face.
"She has to move on me, and I'll make her" He says and turns towards her "Diya, I trust you.
You will take care of inayat, her needs, education, happiness and everything.
I want her to live a happy and normal life, which she deserves.
She is someone out of this world, so innocent and pure.
I want to keep her away from every evil"
Diya keeps her hand on his and murmurs "You can completely trust me, arsh. I'll take care of her like my young sister" she passes him a assuring smile while arsh's face remain the same.
"This isn't the only thing which is bothering you, am I right?" Diya frowns, looking at him with concern.
"Tara" only name escapes his mouth and the instance of a while ago starts roaming in his mind again.
Arsh reaches Quicksilver harbour, condition here is already worse, more than half of the area is engulfed in deadly flames, cars are exploding massively and people are burning to death alive.
Without caring about his own life, arsh moves ahead in the area which is catching fire more rapidly, his eyes desperately looking for Tara.
After searching for her madly throughout, finally he gets a glimpse of his sister but his breath caught at the sight.
Tara is in Aayansh's arms, her upper body and clothes are completely drenched in blood and it's looking like she has been shot.
Arsh's heart almost stops beating after seeing her like this, though her face isn't visible because of smoke and mess around.
He takes impulsive steps towards them, just then the car near him explodes.
Fortunately, the blast wasn't wide but one of his arms catches fire, this doesn't halt his steps.
Ignoring his pain, he moves ahead and as he reaches near them, his feet freezes at their place on the sight.
Tara is clinging to Aayansh, sobbing in his arms as he makes her sit inside the car. From here, it's clear that she hasn't been shot but something in her eyes scared arsh for a moment, that is feelings and softness towards Aayansh.
"Arsh?" Diya's voice crackles through the other sounds but Arsh doesn't turn as his eyes remain on Tara until their car disappears from his vision, he remains standing like this, like a broken mess.
Diya rushes towards him and panics "arsh, your arm-" she immediately covers his arm with a black cloth.
"Where is Inayat?" He asks, his voice is a mere whisper.
"She's safe, but your arm-" he cuts her off saying "I'm not in the state that these physical wounds can hurt me" agony and pain is evident on his firm face.
"Hear me diya, arrange a man's and young girl's dead body right now" he commands and without arguing, diya acknowledges immediately.
"Me and dad, we never let any evil cast even on our princess, and now she's living in evil and we- we are helpless" His voice is breaking with dry breath "Tara is innocent and that fucker is a sadist, he'll destroy her life and I can't let that happen at any cost"
Diya keeps her hand on arsh's shoulder and looks at him with concern "Everything will be fine, you just need to tell Tara the truth about her adoption-"
"Tara is not adopted for god's sake, she is a Jindal" arsh confirms, frustration and pain fueling his voice.
"What?" Diya frowns "Then what was that contract and all?"
Closing his eyes, arsh rubs the bridge of his nose to maintain his composure as he says "It's not the time to talk about all this"
Suddenly, he stands up and walks towards the door, he takes Inayat's hand in his who was hiding herself behind the door and she's sobbing badly.
"Inayat? Weren't you sleeping?" Diya mutters, standing up and looking at her.
He makes her sit in bed and himself sits in front of her, Inayat doesn't lift her eyes, her face is red due to sobbing continuously.
"Look into my eyes, Evara" arsh says calmly and she slowly lifts her eyes up to him. The only thing she understood in arsh and Diya's conversation is that arsh is sending her away from him, which broke her heart.
"You- you said you'll never leave me al.. alone" she sobs, looking at him with her tear filled eyes.
He cups her face in his palms and looks deeply in her eyes, "I'm not leaving you alone, I don't have the heart to leave you alone, angel. You know how precious you are, and sometimes, to protect precious people from evil eyes, we have to send them away."
"Why can't we stay together, arsh?" She asks, looking at him with the same depth as his.
"We are not separating" He takes a pause, wiping her tears, he says "Do you remember the day we met, when you were so scared of me, you didn't want me to come close to you.
And now, you don't want to go away from me, this is the relation we have built, the relation of trust, which will last forever. "
{And those who are in the heart, it is not necessary to be near them}
{I am in your heart?}
{from the first sight}
For a moment, they both stay quiet while Diya is staring at them with amazement.
"Arsh, is this really you?" Diya asks him, teasing smile curling her lips "Dil mein n all hmm?"
"Diya, it will be a great help if you stay quiet for a moment" Arsh murmurs, without turning towards her.
"Okay okay, I'm leaving" she mutters and looking towards inayat, she says "by the way, Inayat.. he's mine" she leaves the room.
Inayat glances at diya once and looks back at arsh, she asks "When will you come to take me back?" Her eyes gleaming moisture.
Just then arsh's phone rings, he glances at inayat once and then looks at his phone, it's Jose's (one of his men) call. He immediately picks up the call as it must be urgent, Jose informs from the other side "Boss, Jet is ready"
"What about safety? I don't want any irresponsibility, Jose" He utters in a calm yet cold voice, while inayat is staring at him.
"I myself checked the arrangements thrice, boss" He assures and arsh responds "Good for you" he hangs up the call and brings his attention back to inayat who is already looking at him with the same innocence and trust.
"You are safe from even my shadow now, angel. I hope we never meet again" He doesn't voice these words but emptiness and pain in his eyes said everything.
Their ways met in a worst situation and now parting in a worst situation, he's sending her away from him, unaware of the fact that her fate is sealed in his arms. Arsh wants the best for inayat, but for him, he isn't the part of that best, while inayat?
For her, arsh is the only and the best thing happened to her in these nineteen years of her life.
But they aren't wrong when they say 'something has to end for something better to start' cause great Beginnings also starts with painful ends.
She sees her world in the man who brought her into the light of this world and he wants to protect her from every evil of this same world, even if it involves him too.
Aayansh reaches back to the palace and goes straight to his room. He takes off his jacket and throws it on the couch, his eyes travel to his shoulder which has started bleeding again from the bandage. Without caring about it, he removes the bandage in one stroke.
Wearing his casuals, he walks to the bed and his eyes fall on Tara who is peacefully sleeping, hugging her pillow. Her golden brown hair is scattered over the pillow and she's looking too adorable while sleeping.
Reaching the bed and taking the pillow from her arms, he lays beside her and scoops her in his arms. But the sudden ringing of his phone catches his attention, he knew who's calling him at this time, he pulls it up from the night stand, his expressions remain neutral as he picks up the call.
"Where is my sister?" Arsh growls from the other end, impatience and rage fueling his voice as he's too worried about her after this incident.
"She's exactly where she should be" Aayansh says with the same carefree demeanor, sweeping her hair behind her ear from her forehead "Meri biwi hamare bed par meri baahon mein hai"
(My wife is in my arms on our bed)
"You fuc-" he cuts him off and rages out "Words and voice in check, Arsh Jindal"
Laying Tara beside, he stands up from the bed and makes his way to the balcony as he continues "Well, congratulations for successfully destroying my dealing"
"Oh, so finally you got the information" arsh sneers with the same tone.
"Of course I got it, but you missed something really important" He mocks, keeping his hand on the railing. "Stupid of you to think that I'll do all this for Material smuggling, my real motive was never smuggling."
"It means you did all those ship blasts and everything" Arsh frowns, his voice is firm and raged at the same time.
"You are too late, arsh Jindal" He smirks "You know where you lacked, you used your mind while I used both my mind and power. You thought I'd use illegal ways for illegal work and I did exactly the opposite of it"
"Now use your brain to think and find what I did" He concludes and hangs up the call, he shifts his focus from the dark sky to Tara.
At midnight, I'm standing in the closet room and looking at a fresh wardrobe for what to wear, cause he has ordered me to get ready as we are going out and as always, I don't know where we are going.