48. BULLET

AUTHOR’S POV 

" Last time also , your death was written by hand. This time, your children will follow" Shivnya replied with a chilling smirk.

Shrikant grabbed her hair, forcing her to look into his eyes. From behind, Janvi sneered, "Papa nahi, wo mera hai. Main usse shaadi karungi aur iske samne uske sath sex karungi."

( dad no , he is mine , i will marry him and i will do sex infront of her ) 

"Tch tch, sapna toh aukat mein rehkar dekh," Shivnya laughed darkly, her defiance unbroken.

( tch tch atleast dream according to your status )

Janvi slapped her, but Shivnya kicked back fiercely. Kunal tried to choke her from behind, but she elbowed him furiously and slapped him hard.

Abhimanyu burst into the room. "I told you not to come inside," Shivnya shouted as she kicked Shrikant in the chest.

Abhimanyu twisted Kunal's arm, kicking him hard in the chest. "I vowed to protect you no matter what,"

Abhimanyu said angrily. "Bhen ke laude, meri biwi se batmaazi karega?" he snarled, as Shrikant lay there, stunned.

 ( you sisterfucker you tried to harass my wife ? )

Shivnya grabbed Janvi by the hair, dragging her forward. "Mere pati ke sath sex karegi, you bloody asshole? Idar aa," she slapped Janvi hard.

( you will do sex with my husband ? you bloody asshole , come here ) 

"Vikram, take them," she ordered, handing both Kunal and Janvi to him.

Abhimanyu's voice was stern. "Vikram, give this bastard to me later."

Shivnya dragged Shrikant to the chair, tying him up. She placed her gun on his penis, her eyes burning with anger. "And you, Motherfuvker, why did you kill him?"

"Ye sawal ka jawab, main 9 saal se dhoond rahi hu. Bol behenchod!" she shouted, her voice trembling with rage.

 ( i am trying to find the answer of this question from last 9 years , speak up you bloody sisterfucker )

Shrikant, laughing through his pain, responded, "Tera baap mujhe property nahi de raha tha aur uss din, wo tera call bhi nahi utha raha tha. Tujhe maar nahi sakta tha, kyunki tu uss property ka zariya thi , Par wo ladka teri tadapne ka zariya tha , Gussa aaya aur maar dala usse," he confessed, his laugh turning to a grimace.

( Your father was not giving me the property and that day, he was not even picking up your calls. I could not kill you because you were the source of that property, but that boy was the source of your suffering, I got angry and killed him )

Shivnya's blood boiled. She slapped him hard and clutched his collar and pulled him more to her eyes "bloody asshole, kaha tha na tujhe ki dilwa dungi tujhe property. bheek tak mangi thi ki usse chod de , par nhi" she hissed, her anger erupting.

( Bloody asshole, I told you that I will get you the property. I even begged him to leave him, but no )

"Aaj tak yaad hai mujhe uss din ka har ek second, kaise tu usse baar baar maar raha tha, kaise main issi chair par baith kar tadap rahi thi," Shivnya said, her voice breaking with remembered pain.

( Till date I remember every single second of that day, how you were hitting him with it again and again, how I was sitting on this chair and writhing in pain)

"Aaj tu tadpega," she vowed, her eyes bloodshot. Shrikant looked shocked; he had underestimated her fury.

( now you will suffer )

"Vikram, bring my whip," she ordered, and Abhimanyu looked on in surprise as Vikram produced a heavy whip, stained with old blood.

"Shivnya, you can't do this, just kill me " Shrikant shouted, panic creeping into his voice.

"Fuck you, bastard. I am your god now, and don't think I will kill you easily," she replied, striking him hard.

"Ahhhh!" Shrikant screamed.

"This is for making that cut in his arm," she said, striking again. "This is for beating his chest. This is for throwing him against the wall. This is for misbehaving with him."

Each blow was more furious than the last, her rage unbridled. Till now bullets sound we're not echoing, now, shrikant's screams echoed as he tried to evade her strikes, but she caught him every time, relentless in her vengeance.

"Shrikant, I am not going to give you an easy death," she said, dragging him back to the chair, his back dripping with blood.

"Vikram, call the doctor. He isn't going to die this easily," she ordered.

Shrikant looked at her with horrified eyes.Shivnya took Abhimanyu's hand, and they walked out of the room together. Vikram dragged Shrikant downstairs.

As they reached downstairs, they saw the bodies of Shrikant's men scattered. The sight brought a grim satisfaction.

Suddenly, Shrikant, pushed by desperation, grabbed a gun and aimed at Abhimanyu. Shivnya looked at shrikant and pushed him aside, taking the bullet in her arm. Shrikant fired again, hitting her shoulder.

Vikram caught Shrikant before he could fire again. Shivnya collapsed into Abhimanyu's arms, her voice barely a whisper. "Don't... shoot," she ordered weakly before losing consciousness.

Abhimanyu cradled her tenderly, his heart pounding with fear and desperation. He wrapped his arms around her, glaring at Shrikant with bloodshot eyes. "Take out the damn car!" he roared, his voice echoing with raw urgency.

Vikram sprinted to get the car as Abhimanyu held Shivnya tightly, his mind racing with dread. He gently laid her in the back seat, her head resting on his lap, her blood staining his hands. His heart raced as he barked orders at Vikram, "Drive fast!"

Her shirt was soaked with blood, and Abhimanyu frantically applied pressure to her wounds, his hands trembling. The others followed in another car as Vikram sped towards the nearest hospital, while Abhimanyu's mind was a whirlwind of fear and anger.

"Stay with me, Shivnya," he whispered urgently, his voice cracking. "I need you. I can't lose you."

Shivnya's eyes fluttered open briefly, her breath ragged. "I... I told you to stay behind," she murmured weakly.

"And I vowed to protect you, no matter what," Abhimanyu replied, his voice breaking. " Don't you dare leave me now. You hear me? Don't you dare jaan "

" Love stay with me ........ open your eyes shivnya look at me jaan "

The drive felt like an eternity, each second dragging on torturously. Finally, they reached the hospital. Abhimanyu shouted for help, his voice echoing with raw panic. A team of doctors and nurses rushed out with a gurney. He stayed by her side, clutching her hand tightly until the medical staff insisted he wait outside the emergency room.

Pacing the corridor, Abhimanyu's mind was a storm of emotions. He couldn't lose her-not now, not after everything they'd been through. Each passing moment felt like a knife twisting in his gut. Lost in his thoughts, Vikram arrived, a grim look on his face.

"We've secured the area," Vikram reported. "Kunal and Janvi are in custody. Shrikant's under heavy guard. He won't escape this time."

Abhimanyu nodded, but his focus was on the operating room door. "Good. Make sure it stays that way," he said tersely. "I need to know Shivnya will be safe."

The whole family waited in the corridor, everyone with bloodstains indicating the ferocity of their confrontation. The corridor was secured, allowing no one else to enter.

Hours passed, each minute stretching into an agonizing eternity. Finally, the surgeon emerged, looking exhausted but relieved.

"She's stable," he announced. "We managed to stop the bleeding and repair the damage. She'll need time to recover, but she should be fine."

Abhimanyu let out a breath he hadn't realized he'd been holding. "Thank you, doctor," he said, his voice choked with emotion, tears of relief welling up in his eyes.

"Are you her husband?" the doctor asked, and Abhimanyu nodded with a poker face, though fear gripped his heart.

"Come to my office," the doctor ordered, and Abhimanyu followed him, still maintaining his stern demeanor. They both sat down, and the doctor spoke.

"Sir, I must tell you in advance that I am very strict in my professional life. I don't care if you're a business tycoon or a king. I only care about my patient," the doctor said in a stern tone, leaving Abhimanyu confused and increasingly anxious.

"Just get to the point," Abhimanyu snapped, his patience wearing thin, his nerves frayed.

The doctor stood up from his chair and said curtly, "I could charge you for domestic violence and mental and physical abuse on your wife."

Abhimanyu was stunned, rage boiling inside him. Already stressed about Shivnya's life, this accusation was intolerable. "Are you out of your mind? Do you even hear what you're saying? I haven't even raised my voice in front of my wife, let alone hurt her. Remember, I am a Rajput, and a true Rajput can't even think of raising his hand against his wife, not even in his dream ."

The doctor stepped closer, their eyes locked in a tense standoff. "Don't think I will fall for your words. Have you ever seen her body? Her upper body is full of cuts and bruises, as if someone has whipped her. The whip marks are evident, along with old stitches. Even her thighs are covered with cuts, mainly marks are faded but seeing her body a doctor can easily understand but there are some marks which are very fresh but the thing which is making me shock is the person who is taking care of her is doing there work incredibly her marks are healing but the marks still evident ."

"What the hell?" Abhimanyu murmured, his mind reeling. He realized why she always wore a shirt-type blouse and didn't let him touch her more. He recalled the bruises he noticed in the mornings, concealed with makeup by day.

"I don't believe you," he said, shocked and disoriented.

"You can see her body when she wakes up. I didn't take photos because of her privacy," the doctor said. Abhimanyu's eyes were moist, inner turmoil eating him up.

The doctor looked at him, guilt evident on his face. "Mr. Rathore, I am a doctor but also a human being. After seeing your expression, I believe you didn't hurt her."

Abhimanyu stood up, anger boiling within him. "I don't care if you trust me or not, but she is my wife, and I love her passionately and immensely. Whoever did this, I will ensure they pay dearly. You might as well prepare to make their post-mortem reports," he said, storming out of the room.

Now, they were allowed to see her once she was settled in the recovery room. All the men went in because everyone loved her very much, but the person who loved her the most stayed outside, haunted by every word the doctor had said. He was torn apart inside, imagining the cruelty someone had inflicted on Shivnya. His mind raced, vowing to find the person who had used the whip and make them suffer the same fate.

He was outside the room, broken into several parts, unable to make eye contact with anyone. The mere thought that someone had hurt her so much, and he couldn't do anything, gnawed at him. The vow he had taken to protect her felt like a mockery now. The bullets were meant for him, but Shivnya had taken them for him. His mind and his thoughts were consuming him, but they halted when he heard a voice.

"Abhimanyu..." Ranveer said.

SHIVNYA’S POV 

My eyes tried to adjust to the harsh room lighting as I regained some consciousness. Sharp pain radiated from my right hand and shoulder. When my vision cleared, I saw everyone standing around me. Bhai and Aayansh were on the right side of my bed, while Baba and Dadu stood on the left. But Abhimanyu wasn't there, and fear surged through me at the thought that something might have happened to him.

"Shivuuu, how are you feeling now?" Bhai asked, but my eyes were only searching for Abhimanyu. I felt too weak to speak, but I forced myself to murmur weakly, "Ba... Ba..."

Baba and Mr. Rajvanshi immediately came to my side. I ignored Mr.Rajvashi and turned my face toward baba . Baba caressed my hair gently and said, "Haa, bache?" My lips quivered, but I could barely form words.

( yes baby )

"Rest, beta. Everything is fine," he reassured me, but the need to see Abhimanyu was growing stronger. I felt helpless, unable to speak or sit up. I murmured, "Ab... Hi..."

They exchanged worried glances, and confusion spread across their faces. Panic rushed through me, and with my left hand, I tried to sit up, despite the sharp pain. "Where... is... Abhi?" I managed to say, my voice strained and weak.

"Shivuuu, lie down. He is coming," Bhai said, but I brushed his hand away and struggled to sit up, the pain in my body intensifying. "Is he fine?" I asked, taking a deep breath to manage the pain in my shoulder.

Just as I was about to sit up completely, the door opened, and my heart soared as Abhimanyu rushed in, his shirt drenched in my blood. He ran to me, his face a mix of relief and agony.

"Shivuuu," he cried, enveloping me in a gentle hug before laying me back down. He ordered the nurse to adjust the bed so I could sit up slightly with support. I tried to touch him, to make sure he was unhurt. He took my left hand in his and spoke in a voice dripping with honey, "Jaan, kuch nahi hua hai mujhe. Mai thik hu."

( love nothing has happened to me i am fine )

Everyone was taken aback by how tenderly he spoke, but his eyes reflected a deep pain. "I ordered you to stay behind," I said angrily, taking deep breaths to speak.

"And I vowed to protect you, but then..." he started, his voice filled with guilt, but I interrupted him. "For one second, I thought I would lose my love again, but I am so happy to see you fine," I said, a tear escaping my eye.

He took me in his arms, his voice heavy with emotion. "And I am so sad to see you like this, after vowing to protect you," he added.

"It's okay , you have already protected me a lot" I whispered, my energy draining away. "Divi... Sanj?" I murmured, needing to know if they were safe.

"They are totally fine. They are resting at home. The anesthesia dose was a little higher, so it will take some time for them to wake up," Vikram replied, reassuringly.

"Vikram," I said, giving him a hint about my next question.

"Ma'am, they are now in the building itself, but later they will be shifted to the dungeon," he replied responsibly. Before I could respond, the nurse intervened sternly.

"Please, everyone leave. The patient needs rest. She is fine but very weak and needs plenty of rest. Only one person can stay."

Everyone started to leave, but I called out, "Ba ba," needing the comfort of parental love. Baba had always stood by me, showing me fatherly affection when my biological parents failed to do so. He caressed my hair and said with a smile, "Bache, dhyan rakhna apna. Hum jald hi aayenge tumse milne."

( child take care of yourself we will come soon to meet you ) 

He gave Abhimanyu a stern look. "Take good care of our daughter," he ordered before taking one last glance at us and leaving.

As Baba left, the doctor came in. There was an evident tension between Abhimanyu and the doctor. "Ma'am, how are you feeling now?" the doctor asked, his tone professional yet gentle.

Taking a calming breath, I replied, "I feel a lot of pain in my shoulder and arm, and it's hard to speak."

The doctor smiled slightly. "Okay, ma'am. Please take these medicines, and you should rest now." He left us alone in the private room.

I looked at Abhimanyu, seated on the stool near my bed, his eyes clouded with worry. The question that had been gnawing at me since I saw his expression finally escaped my lips. "Abhi, what's bothering you?"

"Nothing, Jaan," he replied, but the smile he wore was clearly forced.

"Abhi, we promised each other we wouldn't lie," I reminded him gently but firmly.

His shoulders sagged as he sighed, the mask of composure slipping. "Yes, I know, Jaan." My persistent gaze finally broke through his resolve. "Something is bothering me, but I'll tell you later. You need to rest first," he said firmly. I wanted to push him further, but my body felt too heavy, too weak. I blinked in response, my energy fading.

The nurse came in with tablets, and Abhimanyu helped me swallow them. I had grown accustomed to medication from a young age, so taking them was routine. But seeing his shirt, drenched in my blood, was unsettling. "Please, go change your shirt and freshen up," I whispered.

He nodded, his eyes reflecting the turmoil within him. Fifteen minutes later, he returned, now in a clean shirt, and resumed his place on the stool. "You should sleep now, Shivu," he said, his face set in a concerned frown. I wanted him to unburden himself, to share whatever was weighing on him, but I was too drained to insist.

I closed my eyes, attempting to find sleep, but the sharp, throbbing pain in my right arm and shoulder kept me awake. The habit of sleeping in his arms had spoiled me. I opened my eyes slightly, peeking at him. He was staring at me, lost in thought, his expression a mix of worry and sorrow. "You should sleep too," I said weakly.

He blinked, snapping back to the present. "First you sleep, then I'll sleep," he said in his authoritative tone.

"Abhi..." I pouted, my voice soft and pleading.

"Haa, Jaan," he replied, a small, genuine smile briefly lighting up his face.

"Come here, na, on this bed," I murmured, my voice barely a whisper. We both needed rest, and our bodies were used to the comfort of sleeping together. He looked at me, sighing deeply.

"Jaan, you need to rest," he insisted, but I was stubborn.

"Come na," I said, my tone more insistent. The bed was large enough for both of us. He sighed again, relenting. He shifted me slightly, removed his shoes and socks, and climbed onto the bed beside me. I was in a hospital gown, and as he lay next to me, I nestled my back against his chest. I took his hand and placed it on my belly, looking into his eyes with a small, reassuring smile

"Now sleep," I whispered. A faint smile touched his lips, and he rested his chin gently on my head, his fingers softly stroking my hair. His hold on my belly was tender, a gentle reassurance of his presence.

Minutes passed, and he drifted into sleep, but I couldn't. The relentless pain kept me awake, growing with each moment. Despite my efforts, sleep evaded me. Yet, seeing him rest was a small comfort. I didn't want him to suffer any more because of me.

As he slept, his breath warm against my ear, I allowed myself a moment of vulnerability. Tears welled up in my eyes, a mix of pain and relief. I closed my eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my back, hoping it would lull me into some semblance of peace.

Despite the agony, having him beside me was the solace I needed. I tightened my grip on his hand slightly, drawing strength from his presence. Tomorrow, we would face whatever challenges lay ahead together. For now, I focused on the comfort of his embrace, letting it anchor me through the night.

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