RITVIK's POV

Late at night, almost in the morning I heard a small growl and my sleep got broken. I looked at my right side but it was empty. Mere kaleje ke andar se dil nikal gyi. I looked at the side, only to see my wife was sitting on my left side table while clutching her head.

(My heart sank)

I was about to sit, suddenly
"Ahh....." She got startled and fell on my lap. I caught her waist immediately. My hand clutched her delicate slender waist while I put my other hand on her lips. She opened her eyes and looked at me. Our lips are just a palm apart which was mine where her both palms were placed on my naked chest. Our gaze met, and suddenly my heart skipped several beats. Her brown eyes are the rays of my dark world. I could see my dark world through her honey orbs which don't know how but it wasn't looking dark there. Just like they got their shine through her eyes.

Her gentle hair brushes were brushing slowly with a gentle tone. Low sunlight slowly peaks from the balcony like even they wanted to witness her shine. But it's only my shine. I quickly held her closer to my chest. Her delicate soft lips touched my rock palm slowly but they created a whole new sensation in my whole body. After realising that I love her. Yes, I love her in the whole damn world. I felt like I won everything. I felt like the king of this world. My heart was dancing non stop from yesterday night after realising the love for her. I know how she controlled my racing heart just by placing an unknown kiss to my chest in her sleeping mode. And there I slept in her arms like her good kid.

But my train of thought was disrupted by a sudden movement from her, as she shifted in my arms. I suddenly snapped out of the spell that had enveloped me since our marriage, a spell that had captivated me completely, and from which I didn't want to break free. As I gazed at her, I noticed the fine lines of tension etched on her forehead, a stark contrast to the serene expression she usually wore. I gently removed my palm from her lips and tilted her chin upwards, making her look into my eyes.

"What happened, baby?" I asked gently, caressing her forehead. She relaxed into my touch and closed her eyes, but her tension returned, and she said irritatedly, "My head is killing me. Itna dard ho raha hai. Mera dimag fattne wala hai... ahh..." She clutched her head in both palms.

(My head is going to burst)

"Wait," I said to her and quickly started searching for the migraine tablet. It was all because of her yesterday's crying session that she was suffering now. I felt angry at myself for not being able to comfort her better. I found the tablet and made her take it with water. Thankfully, the water jug in our room was full, otherwise I would have had to go to the kitchen.

She gulped the medicine in one go and slowly rested her head on my chest. I gently caressed her head and back. A silence fell between us, but it was a silence of love, of peace. This wasn't an awkward silence, but a comforting one. The incidents and emotions of the day had been overwhelming for both of us. Yet, in the end, we found solace in each other's arms, where we belonged. This was our home, my comfort. After some time, I heard her gentle snores as she drifted off to sleep. I felt relaxed, and before I knew it, sleep consumed me too.

AUTHOR'S POV

The morning sun rose amidst the daily hustle and bustle. Everyone was busy with their work, but Ruhani and Ritvik were locked in their serious playful argument.

"Jab, kal ro rahi thi, tab meri yaad nahin aayi. Ab bolo iss sher dard thik kaise hoga."

"Ro rhi thi, aapke liye. Apne liye thodi roti. Aur agar mujhe pata hote , kaise thik hoga toh ab aapko kyun bolti."

"Devi maa, kya karun ab iss ladki ka "

"Kuch bhi mat kariye. Bss chilaye mat."

"Pareshan karne ke alawa mujhe kuch aur bhi de diya karo, patni devi."

("When you were crying yesterday, did you even think of me?" Ritvik teased. "Now tell me, how will this headache get better?"

"I was crying for you, not for myself," Ruhani retorted. "And if I knew how to make it better, why would I tell you now?"

Ritvik chuckled. "Devi maa, what am I supposed to do with this girl?"
"Just don't do anything, and definitely don't shout," Ruhani shot back.
"Besides nagging me, give me some comfort too, my dear wife," Ritvik said with a smile.)

"ahhhhh..." Ruhani groaned while clutching her head tightly and sat on the edge of the bed. Ritvik suddenly frowned tensely and went from there. But after sometime, Ruhani felt a gentle warm touch caressed on her head. She looked up, only to see that, Ritvik was massaging her head with oil. She gave her a smile and closed her eyes. Ritvik went beside her and sat on the bed and pulled Ruhani to his lap, making her sit comfortably. Ritvik started massaging her hair so smoothly. Slowly the pain faded away and she felt something calm and peaceful in his touch.

Slowly, she felt herself becoming calm and composed as she closed her eyes. His gentle touch seemed to do something to her, and the pain subsided, replaced by something unspoken yet pleasurable. She moaned at his touch when Ritvik unknowingly caressed the junction of her neck a little harder. Hearing her moans, Ritvik felt a surge of confidence in what he was doing and started caressing her more carefully, yet a little sensually. But all Ruhani felt was his rough, soothing palm on the junction of her neck and shoulder, which made her even more needy for his touch.

She slightly arched at his touch, giving him more access to her neck. Seeing her like this, Ritvik suddenly felt an urge to kiss her and devour her. But he wanted to repay her for the silly things she'd done the day before, so he started caressing her neck more slowly, as if to tease her and make her beg. However, Ritvik's sweet torture only made Ruhani more needy, and she pressed her back against his front, which pushed Ritvik to the edge.

Unable to control his inner beast, Ritvik placed his lips on her neck. The moment his cold, soft lips touched her desired skin, she felt euphoric, something she had been longing for. He gave her open-mouthed kisses on the neck and started licking them slowly. Her breathing became unsteady, and her lips parted in the heat of the moment. She clutched the bedsheet tightly as Ritvik instinctively wrapped his arms around her front and slipped his hand inside her dress, circling her naked belly button sensually.

She instantly left the bedsheet and clutched his hand over her shirt. When her smooth palm touched his rough palm through the thin fabric, he completely lost himself and bit her neck a little harshly.

'"Umm...ahhh...'"

She moaned like a needy woman, giving him more access, and pressed one hand on his hair to pull him closer. His sharp teeth grazed her skin for a moment longer before he left the flesh and started licking it like candy. The sloppy sound of licking made her even more desirable, and she started to turn back to him. But just as she was about to turn, he pulled away instantly. He withdrew his hand from her belly, his lips from her neck, and left her as if nothing had happened. But the mark he'd left on her neck, however, stood out like a prestigious statue and a proud batch. He smirked at Ruhani's flushed cheeks and irritated look ; and said,
"If you want this, then earn it, baby. You really think I'll fall for your tactics? Oh, darling, I surely will. But if you hadn't pulled that stunt yesterday... Now, earn it, sweetie. I'm all yours." With that, he walked away, not before winking at her.

And all her plans failed. She planned to act like in pain and she knew he couldn't see her in pain. So the moment, he is busy in soothing her pain, she will deliberately make him lose his control for her. But after all this, even Ritvik knew all the tactics of her wife. Because he, too ,was swept up by her tactics. But again he was remembering the horrible night. He was still in guilt that way if he was late or what if anything bad would happen. He became more protective towards her and after seeing his little wife's adorable attempts, he wanted to know more. Because he wanted to tell her all his feelings but after she realised her own feelings for him. And here Ruhani was all planning to make Ritvik her with every aspect not before removing all the thrones of their life. But after today's challenge, she was much more eager to make him lose his control completely that he couldn't back away.

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Time skip

Ruhani headed to her office in her car, immersed in her thoughts. Meanwhile, Ritvik accompanied Ronit to attend to some pressing matters, unaware of the parallel investigation unfolding on another front. Ruhi, working closely with Krishav, was focused on tracking down the mysterious masked man who had given Ritvik his phone and disappeared without a trace. This task had been assigned to her by both Ritvik and Ruhani, albeit at different times, and the synchronicity of their requests brought a smile to both Ruhi & Krishav's face and made Ruhi wonder that definitely her brother and best friend are made for each other.

Flashback

Ritvik's voice echoed over the phone: "Ruhi, I need all deleted footage from the city hospital. Leave no stone unturned." Almost simultaneously, Ruhi's phone call with Krishav was interrupted by Ruhani's call. "Ruh, I know you're with Krishav. Your call was busy, so I had to call from his number. I need every detail from the city hospital, especially the deleted footage of the hospital where Kavya di's check up had done." Both Ritvik and Ruhani ended their calls abruptly, without waiting for a response, each confident in their team's ability to deliver the required information.

Krishav couldn't help but chuckle at the coincidence. "Looks like Ritvik and Ruhani are on the same page," he mused, shaking his head in amusement. With renewed determination, Krishav and Ruhi dove deeper into their investigation, determined to uncover the truth behind the masked man's identity and motives.

Flashback ends

Suddenly, Ruhani's thoughts were disrupted by a phone call. She glanced at the caller ID, and a small smile formed on her lips. She connected the call through her car's Bluetooth. "Jii, Papa... how are you?" she asked.

"Ah, now you've remembered your Papa. Tell me, how's my princess doing?" her father replied.

"I'm doing great, Papa," Ruhani said with a cheeky smile, and her father chuckled at her antics.

"I see, my son is taking good care of you," he said with satisfaction.

"Wait, son? You mean Ritvik?" Ruhani asked, clarifying.

"Of course, who else could it be?" her father responded. "But wait, when did he become your son?!" Ruhani's surprise was evident.

"The moment he placed your hand on his and vowed to take care of you, he became my son. And yesterday, he proved himself to be the best in the world for my princess," her father said proudly.

Ruhani listened silently, touched by her father's words as he continued to praise her husband.

"Yesterday, when the child's paternity test was conducted but the results hadn't been released yet, Ritvik came to me," Ruhani's father began. "He knelt in front of me and said..."

Flashback

Ritvik's voice echoed with humility: "Mr. Harsh, I know you're probably thinking I've hit rock bottom. Honestly, I'm thinking the same about myself. I feel so low that I don't even feel worthy to look at my own reflection, let alone face her."

"Her?" Ruhani's father asked for clarification, his curiosity piqued. "You mean Kavya?"

Ruhani's father had already made up his mind that if Ruhani refused to stay with Ritvik, he would be the first to push for a divorce for his daughter.

:)

"My entire heart belongs to one person alone, and it will forever be hers-Ruhani's. She taught me what life truly is and made me believe in myself. I know I'm not worthy of her right now, but I'm begging for a single chance. Please don't take that away from me; I'd rather not live without it."

With hands clasped in desperation, Ritvik's eyes locked onto Harsh's, his entire existence hanging in the balance. His voice cracked as he continued, "Today, I'm not asking as a businessman or anyone else. I'm pleading for my soul, and I'll do anything to keep it. Please..."

Tears he'd been holding back finally broke free, streaming down his face as he awaited Harsh's response.

As Harsh gazed into Ritvik's pleading eyes, he was transported back to his own youth, when he had begged for a chance to be with the love of his life. Though fate had cruelly denied him that chance, Harsh couldn't bear the thought of repeating history. He saw in Ritvik a reflection of his own desperation, his own longing. With a gentle yet firm touch, Harsh helped Ritvik to his feet.

"Call me Papa," Harsh said, his voice softer now, "and I'll give you the chance you're asking for." Ritvik's face lit up with hope, and he hesitated for a moment before moving to embrace Harsh.

Noticing the hesitation, Harsh's expression turned playful, though his eyes still held a hint of seriousness. "If a son can't even hug his father without hesitation, then I don't want this kind of son-in-law for my daughter," he teased, his tone lightening the mood.

Ritvik's face turned solemn, and he wrapped his arms around Harsh in a tight, grateful hug. Harsh patted his back, the gesture both paternal and reassuring. "Don't make me regret this choice," he whispered, his words a gentle warning.

Ritvik's response was immediate. "You can take my life, I promise," he vowed, his voice filled with conviction.

Flashback ends

As Ruhani listened to her father's heartfelt words about Ritvik, a wave of pride washed over her. She felt a deep sense of admiration for the man she loved, and happy tears began to well up in her eyes. The warmth in her father's voice as he spoke of Ritvik's devotion touched her heart, and for a moment, she felt like she was floating on cloud nine.

But before she could savor this feeling, a sudden movement outside her car window caught her attention. An elderly woman, clad in a worn, muddy grey saree that seemed to blend with the shadows, stepped into the road in front of Ruhani's car. The woman's face was veiled, adding an air of mystery to her presence.

Startled, Ruhani's foot slipped off the accelerator, and the car drifted slightly before she quickly applied the brakes. Her heart racing, she ended the call abruptly, not wanting to worry her father with whatever was unfolding. With a mix of curiosity and caution, Ruhani stepped out of the car, her eyes fixed on the mysterious woman.

The woman's presence seemed out of place in the otherwise quiet surroundings, and Ruhani felt a shiver run down her spine as she wondered what had brought this woman to her doorstep.

Before Ruhani could respond, the old lady rushed to her, desperation etched on her face like a deep scar. "Please, take me somewhere far from here," she begged, her voice cracking with each word as tears welled up in her eyes. "They'll kill me. They killed my husband, and now they're after me. Please, you have to save me..." Her frail hands clutched Ruhani's tightly, as if holding onto her was the only lifeline she had left.

The desperation in the old lady's voice sent shivers down Ruhani's spine. Her words were laced with a raw fear that was palpable, and Ruhani could feel the weight of her panic. Before she could offer any reassurance, the old lady's eyes rolled back, and she fainted into Ruhani's arms.

Ruhani caught her instantly, helping her into the car. As she tried to revive her, Ruhani noticed the old lady's worn-out clothes and the scratches on her skin-the deep gashes and bruises told a story of prolonged suffering. The burn marks on her neck seemed to sear into Ruhani's consciousness, and her disheveled hair framed a face that, despite all the pain, still held an ethereal beauty.

As Ruhani made the old lady drink some water, she couldn't help but feel a mix of fear and curiosity. Who was this woman? What had she endured? The old lady's presence was both captivating and unnerving, and Ruhani felt a strange sense of responsibility wash over her.

The old lady's beauty, despite the torture she had faced, was hauntingly mesmerizing. It was as if the marks on her skin added a layer of depth to her features, making her even more striking. Ruhani's eyes lingered on her face, trying to understand the story behind the woman's worn-out exterior and the strength that seemed to emanate from her despite everything.

As the old lady slowly regained consciousness, she looked at Ruhani with a deep sense of gratitude in her eyes. "Thank you, beta," she whispered, her voice weak but filled with sincerity. Ruhani smiled softly in response, trying to reassure her. "Aunty, we're going to the hospital. Please put on your seatbelt," she said gently, trying to guide the old lady through the next steps.

But the moment the word "hospital" left Ruhani's lips, the old lady's demeanor shifted dramatically. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and a wave of fear washed over her face. Her eyes, once filled with gratitude, are now brimmed with panic. "No, no, please don't take me there," she begged, her voice rising in desperation. "They'll find me there and kill me. I need to find my children-my sons, my daughter. I have to make sure they're safe. Please, don't take me to the hospital..."

The old lady's words tumbled out in a frantic rush, and before Ruhani could react, she swiftly pulled out the car key and applied the brake, bringing the vehicle to an abrupt halt. The sudden stop jolted Ruhani, but she was more concerned about the old lady's state of mind.

Ruhani's eyes locked onto the old lady's, searching for any sign of what was driving her fear. The depth of her panic was unnerving, and Ruhani felt a surge of curiosity mixed with concern. Who was this woman, and what had she gone through?

"Okay, Aunty, we won't go to the hospital," Ruhani reassured her softly, trying to calm her down. The old lady looked into Ruhani's eyes, and for a moment, she felt a strange sense of safety. She couldn't quite put her finger on it, but there was something about Ruhani that made her feel like she could trust her.

Without fully understanding why, the old lady felt drawn to Ruhani, sensing a connection she couldn't quite explain. After a moment of contemplation, she agreed to Ruhani's implicit offer, but with a condition: "I won't stay for free. I want to work hard and earn money so I can find my children."

Ruhani was deeply inspired by the old lady's words. Here was a woman, likely in her 50 s, who had endured unimaginable pain and suffering, yet her spirit remained unbroken. The determination in her eyes was palpable, and Ruhani felt a surge of admiration for her strength.

As she looked at the old lady, Ruhani couldn't help but compare her own life to this woman's. She had faced her own challenges, but they seemed trivial compared to what the old lady had endured. Yet, despite everything, the old lady's resolve to find her children and rebuild her life was unwavering. Ruhani felt a sense of humility wash over her, and she realized that sometimes, the most powerful inspiration comes from the most unexpected places.

"Aunty, there's an NGO that cares for abused kids," Ruhani said gently, taking the car key from the old lady's hand and holding it reassuringly. "Would you like to cook for them? They miss their mothers' cooking."

The old lady's eyes seemed to soften at the mention of children, and Ruhani could sense a glimmer of hope in her gaze.

"Sure, thank you, beta, for understanding me so well," the old lady said, her voice filled with gratitude. Ruhani smiled warmly in response, and the old lady's eyes seemed to light up with appreciation.

As they made their way to the orphanage NGO, Ruhani initiated a conversation about getting the old lady a routine check-up. The old lady nodded in agreement, seeming to trust Ruhani's judgment.

Ruhani then dialed the doctor's number and arranged for her to meet them at the orphanage. "I'll get you checked out there," she said reassuringly, glancing at the old lady with concern.

The old lady didn't protest, seemingly content to follow Ruhani's lead. As they drove, Ruhani couldn't help but notice the old lady's quiet strength and resilience.

As they arrived at the orphanage, Ruhani and the old lady were greeted by the sound of children's laughter and chatter. The moment Ruhani stepped inside, the children rushed to her with unbridled excitement, jumping into her arms like she was their world. Ruhani smiled radiantly, distributing gifts she had brought for each of them, based on the lists they had given her earlier.

The old lady watched the scene unfold with a mix of fondness and nostalgia, her eyes misting over at the warmth and love shared between Ruhani and the children. Meanwhile, the doctor, who had arrived earlier, discreetly completed her check-up and left after ensuring the old lady's health was stable.

Ruhani then introduced the old lady to the children as their new "Maa," and the little ones eagerly welcomed her with open arms. The old lady's face softened into a gentle smile, touched by Ruhani's thoughtful gesture. As she began to interact with the children, she seemed to find comfort in their innocence and affection.

As the old lady emerged from her room, Ruhani's gaze was drawn to her, and she felt a sudden jolt of admiration. The old lady's face, now refreshed and serene, was a work of art, radiating a quiet strength that commanded attention without demanding it. Ruhani was mesmerized by her blue eyes, which sparkled with a deep confidence, like the unfathomable depths of a dark ocean that seemed to hold secrets and stories waiting to be explored.

Her light brown skin glowed with a warm, golden undertone, reminiscent of honey kissed by the gentle touch of sunlight. The pink peach saree she wore seemed to dance around her, adding a touch of elegance to her every movement. The fabric caught the light just so, highlighting the gentle curves of her face and the soft lines of her neck.

Ruhani's gaze lingered on the old lady's features, taking in the subtle nuances that made her beauty timeless. The marks of struggle and hardship she had endured seemed to add a layer of depth to her face, making her look like a ray of light that had been tempered by life's experiences. Despite her age, the old lady exuded an aura of grace and poise that was impossible to ignore.

As Ruhani looked at her, she felt a sense of wonder and curiosity. Who was this woman, really? What stories lay hidden behind those piercing blue eyes? The old lady's presence seemed to weave a spell around Ruhani, drawing her in with an otherworldly charm.

Ruhani's gaze was lost in admiration, her surroundings fading into the background, until the old lady's gentle wave and the offer of a tea cup brought her back to reality. Ruhani's eyes met the old lady's, and she flashed a sheepish smile, her cheeks flushing slightly. The old lady chuckled at Ruhani's childlike demeanor and affectionately caressed her head, her eyes twinkling with warmth.

"Shaadi ho gyi tumhari?" the old lady asked suddenly, sipping her tea with an air of nonchalance. Ruhani's cheeks grew even rosier as she replied, "Ji, Aunty," her eyes dropping to the tea cup, her voice barely above a whisper.

(Are you married?)

The old lady's face fell, and she let out a disappointed "Ohh," accompanied by a playful pout that made Ruhani giggle. "I thought to arrange you with my elder son," the old lady said wistfully, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Seems like my boy lost his great chance."

Ruhani's eyes sparkled with amusement as she nudged the old lady playfully. "Aunty, yeh baat aap aur mere beech rehni chahiye. Agar mere pati ne sun liya toh aapse pehle aapko bete ko dhund lenge uski khaatir daari ke liye." The old lady's eyes widened in a mock alarm, and she leaned in, a conspiratorial glint in her eye.

The old lady chuckled and shook her head, her voice laced with amusement. "Arey, my son is also the same. Looks like that dumb lost his chance." Ruhani laughed, feeling a sense of ease and camaraderie with the old lady that she hadn't experienced in a long time.

As they washed their cups, Ruhani suddenly asked, "Aunty, what's your son's name? I want to find them for you." The old lady's expression transformed from surprise to a warm, hopeful smile, as if she had finally found what she had been searching for. Her eyes shone with a deep longing, and she caressed Ruhani's head gently, her touch filled with affection.

"Maa," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion. Ruhani looked at her, astonished, and murmured "Umm," unsure of what to make of the sudden change. The old lady's eyes locked onto Ruhani's, filled with a deep sense of connection and purpose.

"Call me Maa," she repeated, her voice firm but gentle. "From now on, you are my daughter. I am your mother." She leaned in and gave Ruhani a gentle forehead kiss, her touch filled with love, warmth, and a sense of claiming. Ruhani felt a shiver run down her spine as she absorbed the old lady's words and touch.

Ruhani's eyes blinked back tears as she felt a rush of unfamiliar emotions. She had never known her mother's love, having lost her at birth. Her father had done his best to raise her, but this feeling was new, and she couldn't quite process it. She stood still, like a statue, absorbing the warmth and love emanating from the old lady.

As the old lady's words sank in, Ruhani felt a sense of belonging she had never experienced before. The old lady's eyes seemed to hold a deep understanding and acceptance, and Ruhani felt her heart respond to the motherly love being offered. She felt seen, heard, and loved in a way she never had before.

The old lady's face seemed to glow with happiness, and she wrapped her arms around Ruhani, holding her close. Ruhani felt a sense of safety and security wash over her, and she slowly wrapped her arms around the old lady, returning the hug. In that moment, something shifted inside Ruhani, and she felt a sense of homecoming, a sense of finding a piece of herself she never knew was missing.

"Maa," Ruhani whispered, her voice trembling as tears began to flow. She wrapped her arms around the old lady, holding her tightly without saying a word. The old lady responded with a gentle, motherly laugh, patting Ruhani's back soothingly, her touch filled with warmth and comfort.

Their tender moment was abruptly interrupted by the ringing of Ruhani's phone. Composing herself, Ruhani pulled back and glanced at the screen before answering the call. "Ma'am, everything is out of control," Anika's panicked voice came through the line, accompanied by the sound of chaos in the background - furniture scraping against the floor, muffled voices, and unidentifiable noises that sent a shiver down Ruhani's spine. "Everyone is terrified. Please come fast, ma'am."

Ruhani's expression turned serious as she listened, her eyes narrowing with concern. "Anika, calm down. Tell me what's happening. I'm coming right now." She spoke reassuringly, already moving towards the door, her mind racing with possibilities.

The old lady's eyes locked onto Ruhani's, filled with concern and a hint of worry. She seemed to sense the sudden shift in Ruhani's demeanor. Before Ruhani could get more information, Anika's voice cut out abruptly. "Ma'am, please come fast," she repeated, her voice laced with desperation, before the line went dead.

Ruhani's gaze lingered on the phone for a moment before she turned to the old lady, who raised an eyebrow in a query. "Aunty," Ruhani corrected herself, "Sorry, Maa. I guess something's happening at my office. I have to go." Her voice was laced with apology and urgency.

The old lady nodded understandingly, her expression softening. "Go, beta. Take care." Ruhani smiled weakly, feeling a pang of guilt for leaving so abruptly. With a swift forehead kiss, she turned and rushed out, leaving the old lady looking after her with a mixture of worry and understanding.

As Ruhani disappeared from view, the old lady's expression turned contemplative. She seemed to sense that Ruhani's life was more complicated than she had initially thought. With a gentle sigh, she settled back into her chair, her eyes filled with a deep concern for the young woman who had so suddenly become her daughter and then she went from there to the kitchen to make food for them.

On the other side

Priyanka's eyes blazed with fury as she stormed through the godown, her footsteps echoing off the walls. She had just discovered that old lady, the woman she had held captive for nearly 14 years, had escaped. Priyanka's anger was palpable, her face twisted in a snarl as she revisited the empty cell, her rage intensifying with each passing moment.

The cell was eerily silent, devoid of the screams and pleas that had once filled it. All that remained was a heavy, rusted chain, stained with dried blood, lying on the ground like a grim reminder of the horrors that had taken place there. The emptiness seemed to fuel Priyanka's fury, her eyes burning with a fierce red intensity.

She glared at her henchmen, demanding answers. "Where is she?!" she spat, her voice venomous. "How the fuck did she manage to escape, and you fools just stand there like statues? Tell me! She's badly injured, for God's sake. She's old; a few blows would have been enough to finish her off. Tell me, damn it. You bastards."

Priyanka's anger was escalating, and it seemed like she was on the brink of losing control. Her henchmen cowered, fearful of her wrath, but Priyanka wouldn't let up until she got the answers she was looking for.

"We don't know...ma'am," her men stammered, fearful of her wrath. "We were guarding the perimeter, but still, how did she...manage..."

Priyanka's rage knew no bounds as she stalked through the godown, her eyes blazing with fury. She started with her henchmen, shooting them without hesitation, their bodies crumpling to the ground. The sound of gunfire echoed through the godown, mingling with the screams of the captives.

As she moved from cell to cell, Priyanka's brutality escalated. She dragged some of her victims out into the open, beating them mercilessly with the butt of her gun. Others she shot at point-blank range, watching with a cold satisfaction as they fell.

The godown became a scene of utter chaos, with Priyanka at its center, wreaking havoc on anyone who crossed her path. She seemed to take a twisted pleasure in the suffering she was causing, her anger and frustration boiling over into violence.

Some of her victims tried to beg for mercy, but Priyanka was unforgiving. She shot them without hesitation, their pleas cut short by the sound of gunfire. Others tried to flee, but Priyanka was relentless, chasing them down and killing them with a ruthless efficiency.

As the bodies piled up, Priyanka's madness grew. She seemed to be in a state of frenzy, driven solely by her desire for revenge against Ruhani. Her eyes were wild, her movements erratic, as she continued her rampage through the godown.

The sound of screams and gunfire filled the air, creating a cacophony of terror that seemed to fuel Priyanka's fury. She was a force to be reckoned with, unstoppable and unrelenting in her pursuit of vengeance.

As Priyanka raised the gun to kill that man, Abhiraj swiftly intervened, grasping her hand from behind. "Priyi baby, I've told you so many times - don't harm yourself over those worthless people." He gently pried the gun from her hand and kicked the man kneeling before Priyanka, who seemed resigned to his fate.

Abhiraj guided Priyanka away from the scene, but just as the man thought he'd been spared, a loud gunshot rang out, ending his life. Priyanka's eyes flashed with anger, and she turned to Abhiraj, who calmly cupped her cheeks.

"Just give me an order, Priyi. I'll do as you say. Don't put yourself under pressure. I can't bear to see you tense," he said, his voice soothing, as he pressed a kiss to her lips.

Priyanka jerked away, her anger evident. "You can't even handle a single task, and yet you're trying to sweet-talk me. No one is better than my Harshu."

Abhiraj's expression darkened, and he retorted, "Stop it, Priyanka. I'm cheating on my wife, sacrificing my family, for you. Even I've distanced myself from my son and daughter - and still, you crave that Harsh, that piece of garbage, that shitt....."

Before Abhiraj could finish his sentence, Priyanka swiftly snatched the gun from his hand, her movements fluid and calculated. She pressed the barrel against his mouth, her eyes flashing with a warning. "Dare to say another word about him, and I'll kill you and your filthy mouth," she hissed, her voice low and menacing.

The pressure of the gun against Abhiraj's mouth made his eyes water, and he coughed, his face reddening from the force. Priyanka's gaze never wavered, her pupils dilating with excitement as she watched Abhiraj struggle.

"What do you want me to do, baby? So that you can forget him?" Abhiraj choked out, his voice strained and desperate. Priyanka's smile was a cold, calculated thing, a thin-lipped curve that seemed to promise retribution.

"Just give me the entire Shekhawat industry at my feet," she said, her voice dripping with ambition. "Then surely I'll consider marrying you, BABY." Abhiraj's eyes bulged, his pupils expanding in shock as he stared at Priyanka.

"You will marry me, baby?" he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper. Priyanka's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with amusement as she watched Abhiraj's reaction.

"Yes, I'll marry you," she said, her voice husky and seductive. "Or else, who will do all those things for me? Just do the least, and we'll create our own world," she whispered, her breath hot against Abhiraj's face.

As she turned to Abhiraj, her gaze seemed to hold a promise of power and control. The air was thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken desires and dark ambitions. Abhiraj's eyes were fixed on Priyanka, his expression a mix of desire, calculation, and a hint of something unspoken. Like she just calculated everything but in so witchy way.

Abhiraj's eyes locked onto Priyanka's as he strode towards her hurriedly, his desire for her evident in every step. His hands reached out, eager to wrap around her waist, to pull her close and claim her lips. But just as he was about to kiss her, Priyanka raised her palm, her hand halting him in his tracks.

"Don't you know, shaadi ke pehle dulha dulhan ek dusre ko touch nahin karte," she said with a sly smile, referencing the traditional Indian custom of the bride and groom avoiding physical contact before marriage. Abhiraj's eyes narrowed, his desire warring with the tantalizing prospect of waiting.

With a seductive flourish, Priyanka blew a flying kiss at Abhiraj, her lips puckering into a perfect O. Abhiraj's eyes followed the trajectory of the kiss, his heart racing with anticipation. As Priyanka turned to leave, Abhiraj's gaze lingered on her retreating form, his mind consumed by the promise of their future together.

"I'm just one step away from marrying my Priyi," he thought to himself, a triumphant smile spreading across his face. "And for that, if I have to kill them, I will. I promise on our love, baby, the moment we both get hitched will be the last breath of that Harsh Sharma."

As Abhiraj watched Priyanka disappear, he couldn't shake off the image of her seductive smile. He pulled out his phone and dialed a number, his mind already racing with plans.
"Just make Arjun meet me anyhow. Otherwise you won't like the consequences." He barked and cut the call immediately and went from there.

Meanwhile, Priyanka's expression transformed into a menacing grin as she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. "You bastard, you're such a fool. You dare to think about killing my Harsh, my Harshu? And I promise, the moment I get all Shekhawat and Agnihotri industries, I'll run far away from them with my Harsh, not before killing you, ABHIRAJ SHEKHAWAT."

Her laughter echoed through the space, a chilling sound that sent shivers down the spine. It was a laugh that seemed to belong to a witch, one that would strike fear into the heart of even the most ruthless of souls. The sound seemed to reverberate through the air, a promise of chaos and destruction to come.

"I want every CCTV footage of this godown and near areas. Send me in 30 minutes." Priyanka said this to someone in a call and went from there.

"NOW TIME FOR THE REAL GAME TO START."

"I SEE, SO FINALLY THE GAME OF DESTRUCTION HAS STARTED. LET'S SEE HOW RITVIK & RUHANI GONNA KEEP THEIR SO CALLED MARRIAGE ON TRACK."

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