AUTHORโS POV
" These fingers " Shivnya said, her tone low and venomous, "these filthy, traitorous fingers you used to touch him." Her eyes flicked down to Veronica's hand, as if it were something disgusting, something unworthy of existence. "They don't belong to you anymore."
Veronica's scream ripped through the air as Shivnya pressed the knife against the soft flesh of her finger. The blade sliced slowly, deliberately, through skin and bone. Every movement was agonizing, every second an eternity of excruciating pain.
"My fingers!" Veronica shrieked, her voice raw with terror, her body jerking violently in a futile attempt to free herself. The pain was unimaginable, a burning, searing agony that radiated through her entire arm. She watched, wide-eyed in horror, as her bloodied finger fell to the cold floor with a sickening thud.
Shivnya's smile widened, her lips parting in a satisfied smirk as she watched the life drain from Veronica's eyes. "Did you really think," Shivnya hissed, leaning in close so that her breath was hot against Veronica's ear, "that I would let you walk away with just a few bruises? No, darling. You've only just begun to lose."
Veronica's sobs were uncontrollable now, her body shaking violently, the pain so overwhelming it drowned out every other thought. "Please..." she begged, her voice broken, ragged. "Please, stop! I'm sorry... I'm so, so sorry."
But Shivnya was far beyond reason. Her eyes glittered with a dark, twisted joy as she grabbed another of Veronica's fingers, the blade poised to cut once more. "Sorry?" she whispered, mocking. "Oh, darling, sorry doesn't fix anything. You touched what was mine."
The second finger came off quicker, Shivnya slicing through the skin with brutal efficiency, the blood pooling on the ground, staining Veronica's once graceful hand. Veronica's screams tore through the dungeon, her voice hoarse and cracking under the weight of her agony as all the fingers came from her hands.
Shivnya stood up, tossing the knife aside with casual indifference, as though Veronica's mutilated hand was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. "Look at you," she said, her voice dripping with condescension as she gazed down at Veronica's bloodied, trembling form. "Pathetic. You thought you could take what's mine? You thought you could seduce him with those fingers? Now look at them."
Veronica's chest heaved with sobs, her tears mingling with the blood on the floor, her body too weak to even lift her head. She had no more fight left in her, no more strength to plead. All she could do was cry, her spirit shattered, her body broken.
Shivnya crouched down again, grabbing Veronica by the chin, forcing her to look up. "This is what happens when you cross me," she whispered, her voice soft but filled with venom. "You lose everything."
Veronica's eyes were wide, terrified, but empty. The pain, the humiliation-it had drained her of everything. She was nothing now, exactly what Shivnya had intended.
Shivnya stood up, wiping the blood from her hands as if it were nothing more than dirt. "We're done with your fingers," she said casually, glancing over at the bloodied mess. Then she leaned in, her lips curling into a wicked smile. "But I'm far from finished with you."
Veronica whimpered, her body convulsing in terror. "No... please... don't..."
But Shivnya's cold, cruel laughter echoed through the dungeon, the promise of more suffering hanging in the air like a storm waiting to break.
Veronica was trapped. In pain. In despair. And in Shivnya's ruthless grip, there would be no escape.
As Shivnya began to slice through Veronica's hand, the cold steel of the blade biting into her flesh, the room filled with the horrific sound of Veronica's desperate screams. Blood poured freely from the wounds, staining the floor in a deep crimson as Veronica's body convulsed in shock. Each cut was more brutal than the last, and Shivnya's expression remained detached, her icy eyes fixed on the task, indifferent to the suffering she inflicted.
The echoes of Veronica's pain reverberated off the dungeon walls, a haunting melody of agony that only seemed to fuel Shivnya's merciless cruelty. Her body began to weaken, her screams turning to ragged gasps as the blood loss became too much. With a final cry, Veronica collapsed, her body hitting the floor like a discarded rag doll.
Shivnya stood over her, the blood-soaked knife still in hand, as she surveyed the broken woman beneath her. But even this wasn't enough. No, this wasn't just about punishment-it was about obliteration.
"Chop off her ankles," Shivnya ordered, her voice chillingly calm, as if she were discussing mundane tasks. "And take her eyes as well. Dump her somewhere she'll easily be found, and make sure her father knows. An anonymous message will do. Let the world understand the price of touching what belongs to Shivnya Rajvanshi."
Her men exchanged silent glances, understanding the gravity of their orders. Vikram, her trusted lieutenant, nodded with a faint smile. He thrived on these moments-carrying out Shivnya's darkest desires, ensuring her reign of terror remained unchallenged.
Shivnya paused for a moment, her gaze falling on Veronica's limp body, a glint of sadistic satisfaction flickering in her eyes. But before turning to leave, she decided to end the game in her own style. In one swift motion, she pulled a sleek handgun from her coat pocket. Without hesitation, she fired a single shot straight into Veronica's forehead. The deafening crack of the gunshot echoed throughout the dungeon as Veronica's head snapped back, her body jerking before slumping into stillness.
But Shivnya wasn't finished.
She aimed again, firing two more bullets into Veronica's chest, each shot deliberate, each meant to crush the last remnants of her existence. Then, with a twisted smile, she aimed one final time, unloading three rounds into Veronica's stomach. The bullets tore through flesh and bone, and blood gushed from her mouth as her body twitched, lifeless and broken.
Shivnya lowered the gun, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips as she admired her handiwork. The pool of blood surrounding Veronica grew, a dark red contrast against the cold, gray stone floor.
With a dismissive flick of her wrist, Shivnya turned to Vikram. "Make sure the media never gets wind of this. Throw money in their faces if you have to-stuff it down their throats if that's what it takes. I want this buried. Handle it with care."
Vikram's expression darkened with approval. "Consider it done," he replied smoothly, already formulating a plan to ensure no trace of the night's events would ever reach the public.
Without another word, Shivnya walked to the adjacent room, her stride graceful, confident. Blood still stained her skin, but she didn't care. She shed her clothes effortlessly, exchanging the blood-soaked garments for a sleek black ensemble, the embodiment of lethal elegance.
Vikram waited for her at the entrance, his gaze lingering on her with admiration and awe. Together, they left the dungeon, leaving behind the scene of destruction. The silence that followed was deafening, but the task wasn't over. Her men, loyal to the end, began executing her final orders-severing ankles, removing eyes, disposing of the body as instructed.
Outside, it was getting evening as they had to leave for Mumbai with Abhimanyu, the air thick with the weight of unspoken secrets. Shivnya and Vikram stepped into the sleek black car, the engine purring to life as they drove off into the sunshine . The world around them had no idea what had just transpired, no clue of the brutal lesson that had been taught tonight.
In the dim glow of the dashboard, Shivnya's expression was serene, almost peaceful. Her reign remained unchallenged, her power unshaken. And tonight had been just another reminder to anyone foolish enough to threaten her-Shivnya Rajvanshi always got the final word.
As the car sped into the day , the memory of Veronica's lifeless body and the blood-soaked dungeon would fade from their minds. But the message would remain clear to anyone who dared to cross her: play with fire, and you burn.
ABHIMANYUโS POVย
As I descended into the dungeon, the air was thick with tension. Shivnya had left earlier for what she called "her meeting." I knew her too well-her calmness was the storm's warning better. If she wasn't already orchestrating Veronica's demise, she was halfway there. My wife-a force of nature, a gangster, and the queen of my world-was never one to leave debts unpaid. If Veronica wasn't already dead, she'd soon be dead by my love's hand.
As I entered, Vivek stood waiting, his face unreadable. My gaze, however, was drawn to Rajeev Saxena. The man was a grotesque sight, his once-proud face now unrecognizable beneath the crimson mask of blood by my men's meticulous handiwork. His body, a canvas of violence, bore the artistry of my men's relentless fury.
I walked toward him, my footsteps echoing like the ticking of a countdown. Grabbing his neck, I yanked him close, forcing him to meet my eyes. His breath hitched-a mix of terror and confusion.
"How dare you even look at my wife?" My voice was venom, my grip tightening as his body trembled.
"I-I didn't know you two were secretly married!" he stammered, desperation thick in his voice.
I laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. "I don't care what you know. And also it is not supposed to absolve you? You dared to touch her, to see her with those filthy eyes. Ignorance won't save you. You'll pay the price."
"P-price?" he croaked, his lips trembling.
"Your life."
His eyes widened, his face a mask of sheer terror. "No! Please, I didn't mean it! I'm sorry! I'll never look at another woman. I'll bow my head to every girl. Please, have mercy!"
"Mercy?" I hissed, releasing his neck and stepping back, letting him collapse to his knees. "Mercy is a luxury you don't deserve. I had grander plans for you-humiliation, destruction. I wanted to tear your reputation apart. But time isn't on your side, Saxena. So, tonight, you die."
His cries turned into a wail of despair, a pitiful sound that only fueled my disdain. Turning to my men, I gave the final order.
"Cut off his hands and gouge out his eyes-he doesn't need them where he's going. Burn them to ash. And that tongue? that filthy tongue that dared utter my wife's name?Remove it. It doesn't deserve to utter her name. Beat him until there's nothing left to recognize, then leave his body outside his house. Make sure the world knows who ended him."
Rajeev's screams rang out as my men moved with precision, their brutality almost reverent. I walked away to sit in my regal chair to see the agony , my pulse steady, each step feeling like a punctuation to my sentence, following every word like a chant.
The night passed swiftly, and soon I was in the car with Vivek , heading toward the private jet. My thoughts lingered on Shivnya. Had she killed Veronica? With her famous brutalness ? I want to know how she killed her..
As we arrived, I saw her stepping out of a car. Even in the dim light, she radiated power and beauty. Our eyes locked, and we both maintained a composed front for our assistants . She was calm, composed, but I knew her too well-there was a story behind her silence.
Without a word, I grabbed her hand, leading her toward our private chamber. Once inside, the tension between us thickened. She wrapped her arms around my bicep, her touch igniting a familiar heat.
"How was your meeting?" I asked, my voice casual, though my gaze searched hers.
She hesitated, her mind clearly racing for an excuse. "Uh... it was good."
I smirked inwardly. Liar.
I smirked, my lips curling into a knowing smile. "Oh, nice."
"And your day?" she asked quickly, deflecting.
"Mine?" I leaned closer, letting my voice drop. "It was boring without you."
Her laugh was soft, almost shy, and I caught the faintest flush on her cheeks. "Abhi, you and your cheesy lines are impossible."
The jet's engines roared as we took off. I busied myself with paperwork, but I couldn't ignore the way she shifted beside me. Restless. Distracted. She was usually sharp, focused, and in control, but tonight she seemed... off.
Her gaze lingered on me, lips slightly parted, as though she wanted something but couldn't bring herself to ask. Her eyes flicked to my mouth, her intent clear.
I smirked inwardly. Let's see how far you'll go, my love.
Feigning focus, I let her simmer, her patience unraveling with every passing moment. Finally, she leaned closer, her cheek brushing near mine as she pretended to reach for something. Her breath ghosted over my skin, warm and teasing.
"Do you need something?" I asked, my voice a low murmur.
Caught off guard, she froze. "I... I was just looking for the cabin crew. I wanted water."
Amused, I reached for the call button. "Let me handle that for you. You should rest."
I leaned in, my lips barely an inch from hers, watching as her breath hitched. Her lashes fluttered, and for a brief moment, she closed her eyes, expecting a kiss. Instead, I pressed the button and leaned back.
"Done," I said, suppressing a grin.
Her cheeks flushed crimson, her frustration palpable. "I don't want it anymore."
Feigning surprise, I teased, "Oh? Did you want something else? You could just ask, you know. It'd save you some effort."
Her blush deepened, and she grabbed a magazine, hiding behind it as if that could shield her embarrassment. I chuckled softly, savoring the sight. Even now, she could still be shy with me, and I loved every second of it.
The jet landed smoothly, and we disembarked discreetly, slipping into the car waiting for us.
SHIVNYAโS POVย
This man knows exactly what I want, yet he refuses to give it to me. I bit the inside of my cheek, glaring out the window as frustration bubbled beneath my calm faรงade. Acting aloof was my only weapon, but Abhimanyu, with his infuriating charm, saw through my every move.
As we settled into the car, he leaned back, his deep chuckle rumbling like distant thunder.
"What's wrong, jaan? Didn't get what you were craving on the flight?" His teasing voice had a way of igniting both warmth and annoyance in me.
I turned sharply, narrowing my eyes. "Abhi, don't mess with me right now. You know what I wanted, and you didn't give it to me."
That smirk of his-it was the kind that could melt resolve and fuel irritation at the same time. "No, baby, I have no idea what you're talking about."
I stared at him, my jaw dropping slightly in disbelief. How could he lie so effortlessly? "Abhi, we promised-no lies!"
His smirk widened, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Yes, jaan, and now you've got to tell me what it is you wanted."
I groaned inwardly, realizing I'd played right into his hands. Why had I brought that up? "Abhiiii, you can't do this to me!"
He laughed, the sound warm and full, his amusement lighting up his entire face. "I can do anything, my cutu," he said, his teasing tone making my cheeks flush.
Despite my frustration, his laughter was infectious, tugging at my lips until a small smile broke free. But the warmth between us cooled the moment my eyes landed on the familiar road we were taking. My heart clenched, and the smile vanished.
"Turn right at the next intersection," I instructed the driver firmly, my voice devoid of emotion.
Abhimanyu's brow furrowed, his confusion evident. "That's the wrong way," he said, his tone cautious.
"I know," I replied, my voice steady. "A friend of mine is hospitalized. I want to see him... just for a few minutes. Is that okay?" The silence that followed was heavy, his dark eyes studying me intently.
( Abhimanyu was sharp-too sharp. He didn't need to ask who the friend was. He understood, and for the first time, he felt he had no rights on her to stop her to meet her first love who is in coma )
I saw hesitation flicker in his expression." Yeah, sure," he said quietly .He didn't even ask about who my friend is , what has happened to him, nothing he just asked , "Can I meet him too?"
His question caught me off guard, and my breath hitched. My mind scrambled for an excuse. How could I explain Advaith-my first love, the man I once thought I'd spend my life with-without unearthing the guilt I'd buried deep? And telling Advaith that I married, I don't know how his body will react because in coma people can listen. And I don't want to detroit his health because of me , so I made some excuses..
"Uh... no, no, it's fine," I stammered, trying to keep my voice light. "I'll only be a few minutes. And besides, only one person is allowed at a time."
Abhimanyu's jaw tightened, but he nodded, his voice calm. "Okay. Take your time. I'll wait."
As the car pulled up to the hospital, I hesitated, stealing a glance at him. His face betrayed nothing, but the tension in his posture told me he wasn't as unaffected as he pretended to be.
"Thank you," I whispered, my voice softer than I intended.
I stepped out, my heels clicking against the pavement, but my chest felt heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I hated this-the secrecy, the guilt. Abhimanyu deserved the truth, but how could I shatter the delicate balance we'd built?
The sterile smell of the hospital hit me as I walked inside, the fluorescent lights harsh against my eyes. Each step felt heavier, as though the past was dragging me back.
Advaith. His name echoed in my mind, a bittersweet melody of memories I couldn't escape. He lay in a coma, caught in a liminal space between life and death, while I had moved on-married someone else, built a new life.
I glanced back at the car, where Abhimanyu waited, patient and unyielding. He trusted me, and that trust was a dagger in my chest. One day, I would tell him everything-about Advaith, about the promises I couldn't keep, about the love I once believed was unbreakable.
But today wasn't that day. Today, I had to see him. To face the man who once held my heart and reconcile the guilt that lingered like a shadow in my soul.
AUTHORโS POVย
As Shivnya stepped into the hospital, the sterile smell of antiseptic filled her senses, making her heart feel heavier with every breath. Her heels clicked softly against the polished floor, the quiet sound echoing in the pin-drop silence of the hallway.
Abhimanyu, sitting in the car, opened his laptop with a calm exterior, but his storming thoughts betrayed him. His fingers moved deftly, pulling up the live feed from the tiny camera hidden in her mangalsutra and the audio from her ring. He justified his actions to himself-it wasn't mistrust, just... curiosity.
Shivnya's figure appeared on the screen, her shoulders squared yet trembling slightly. She walked down the quiet corridors , As she approached a specific floor, the silence seemed to deepen, the atmosphere turning almost suffocating. Inside the room, Abhimanyu saw what she saw-a man lying still on a hospital bed, his body hooked to machines keeping him alive. Advaith.
Her breath hitched audibly as she stepped closer. Her movements slowed, almost hesitant, as if the weight of the moment was too much to bear. Abhimanyu clenched his jaw as he watched her sit beside the bed, her trembling hand reaching for Advaith's limp one.
"Adviii..." Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it carried the weight of her guilt and longing. "I'm so sorry I didn't come to see you last month. I-this was the first time I've missed visiting you." She paused, her free hand covering her mouth as if trying to stop a sob and wiped her tears.
Abhimanyu's eyes narrowed, his fists tightening at her next words.
"I didn't come because... I was busy. Busy with a beautiful new project... something I've started to love."
A bitter pang shot through his chest. He knew she was talking about their life together, their marriage, but hearing her lie so seamlessly cut deeper than he expected. He forced himself to take a deep breath. He had to understand. Advaith was in a coma-a single word, a truth too heavy, could cause more harm than good.
Shivnya's trembling fingers brushed against Advaith's hand. "I miss you, Adviii," she murmured, her voice cracking. "I will always miss you and love you. Never think I've left you alone. I'm here. I'll always be here."
Her words lingered in the air like a bittersweet promise, one she couldn't keep. Abhimanyu's eyes softened for a moment, understanding the depth of her guilt and the love she still held for the man lying lifeless before her.
She talked to him for some more minutes and then consulted the doctors about his health because it's visibly getting more Detroit and this was making her more tense seeing advaith like that.
After all that, she leaned forward, her lips brushing against Advaith's forehead in a tender kiss. "I'll come visit more often," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
When she finally stood, her legs felt weak, as though the weight of her emotions had drained her strength. She gave Advaith one last, lingering glance before turning to leave, her guilt following her like a shadow.
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