Chapter - 21

WARING!!! In this chapter there will be blood, harm and etc things. If you feel uncomfortable you can skip the chapter

AROHI'S P.O.V

As I slowly opened my eyes, I was met with an inky blackness that seemed to swallow me whole. My memories were hazy and indistinct, like watercolors bleeding in the rain.

It all happened in the blink of an eye, a mere fraction of a second. One moment, we were strolling back to the mansion. As soon we reached there the lights went off suddenly.

I recalled the sound of our footsteps echoing through the hallway, the soft murmur of voices, and then... nothing.

We were making our way to the power generator, but I had lagged behind, tugging at my saree as it caught on some unseen snag.

And then, without warning, a hand clamped over my mouth, and a pungent smell wafted up, making my head spin.

I struggled to break free, but the grip was like a vice. Panic set in as I realized I was being dragged away, helpless and alone.

In a desperate bid to summon help, I whispered a single, anguished word:

"Ayushman..."

But it was too late. The darkness closed in, a heavy curtain falling across my consciousness, and everything went black.

As I struggled to regain my bearings, I found myself in a strange, foreboding environment. My wrists were bound to a chair, rendering me helpless.

I was still reeling from the shock, my mind grappling to make sense of the sudden, jarring turn of events. Just hours before, life had been normal, predictable - and now, I was trapped, at the mercy of unknown captors.

The sound of footsteps echoed through the room, making my heart skip a beat. My eyes widened as the door creaked open, revealing a phalanx of towering figures clad in black.

One of them stepped forward, and my blood ran cold as I recognized the sinister smile of Mr. Kashyap.

"Ah, Sleeping Beauty's finally awake" he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. He approached me, his hand reaching out to touch my face, only to hesitate, as if savoring the moment.

His smirk grew wider as he grasped my jaw, his grip like a vice. "Oh, beauty with a fierce spirit... I like it" he hissed, his breath hot against my skin.

As he released me, his touch left a trail of revulsion, his words searing my skin like a branding iron. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he turned to leave, his parting glance lingering on me like a dark promise.

As I watched in horror, Mr. Kashyap dialed a number, his eyes glinting with triumph.

"Tiwari, our plan has borne fruit," he declared, his voice dripping with smug satisfaction. "She's now firmly within my grasp... Suryavanshi's most prized possession, his stunning wife, is ours." He paused, nodding to himself, as if savoring the victory.

"The real game begins now,"he purred, his words sending a chill down my spine.

Suddenly, his demeanor shifted, and he said, "Well, I have some... lucrative business to attend to with this lovely lady."

The innuendo hung in the air like a toxic cloud. With a smirk, he ended the call, his eyes locking onto mine with an unnerving intensity.

He closed in on me, his movements deliberate and menacing. His fingers wrapped around my chin, sending a shiver of revulsion down my spine. I felt trapped, helpless.

His voice was low and husky, dripping with malice as he whispered, "You're a vision of loveliness... Ayushman is a fortunate man, but now... you belong to me."

His eyes gleamed with a sinister intent, his breath hot against my skin. "And I must say, I'm eager to... indulge in your beauty, my sexy, hot lady."

AYUSHMAN'S P.O.V

Maa's words hung in the air like a guillotine, leaving me shattered and speechless. I couldn't wrap my head around the enormity of what she'd just revealed

"Arohi...... beta... she's nowhere in the house, and we can't find her." The words sliced through my eardrums like a dagger, piercing my very soul.

Suddenly, the pieces fell into place. The fake news about my company being attacked - it had all been a ruse, a clever ploy to distract me while they snatched Arohi away.

My mind reeled in horror as I grasped the truth. Oh, God, why had they taken her? She was an innocent, a pawn in a deadly game she knew nothing about, with no connection to the dark underworld that had swallowed her whole.

My mind went numb, a chilling dread creeping over me as I struggled to comprehend the unthinkable. I couldn't bear to imagine Arohi's fate, the terror she must be facing.

I tried to stand, but my legs buckled beneath me, sending me crashing back into the chair.

Aryaan's concerned voice cut through my haze of despair. "Bro, what's wrong? Why are you reacting like this?"

I managed barely a whisper, my voice cracking under the weight of my anguish. "Arohi... they've taken her... IT WAS ALL A RUSE, ARYAAN! A twisted game to distract me!"

As the truth spilled from my lips, I felt the dam break, and tears streamed down my face. Aryaan's eyes widened in shock, his face pale with alarm, as he beheld my shattered state.

ARYAAN'S P.O.V

I stood frozen, my eyes fixed on the unimaginable sight before me. Ayushman, the epitome of calm and composure, was now shattered, his tears flowing like a river.

It was as if his very world had been turned upside down. I realized, in that moment, that this was what love looked like - raw, vulnerable, and all-consuming.

Ayushman might not grasp it now, but someday he would understand the depth of his emotions.

I placed a firm hand on his shoulder, my voice steady and reassuring. "Bro, this isn't the time for tears. We need to find Arohi, no matter what it takes."

Ayushman's teary eyes locked onto mine, his voice cracking with despair. "What do I do, Aryaan? I'm a failure, a king who's lost his queen."

I squeezed his shoulder, my tone urgent. "Please, Ayushman, I understand your pain, but we can't afford to waste a single moment. We have to find Arohi, Ayu."

Something in my words seemed to stir him, and he wiped away his tears, his jaw setting in determination.

He straightened up, his eyes blazing with a newfound resolve. Just then, his phone pierced the air, its shrill ring shattering the tension.

AYUSHMAN'S P.O.V

As I gazed at my phone, a chill ran down my spine. A message from an unknown number glared back at me, its words dripping with malice.

I opened it, my heart racing with trepidation. The message was a knife to the gut: "Surrender yourself and sign over all your properties to us if you want to save your wife. Refuse, and she's gone, Mr. King."

My fingers trembled as I tried to respond, to plead with the faceless monsters who held Arohi's fate in their hands.

But the number was dead, the SIM card destroyed, leaving me with nothing but a cold, dark void. The location was a mocking enigma, a cryptic 'US' that seemed to taunt me with its very ambiguity.

My mind reeled, paralyzed by fear and uncertainty. What should I do? Where should I turn?

The questions swirled in my head like a maelstrom, but my heart knew only one refrain: "Please, Arohi, be safe... please..."

Aryaan's voice seethed with indignation. "These cowards think they've won by kidnapping an innocent girl? They're playing a dirty game, but they'll soon learn they've awakened the wrong beast."

His words dripped with venom, but it was his next phrase that electrified me: "I wish we had some way to track them..."

My mind snagged on those words, and I spun back to Aryaan. "What did you just say?" I pressed, my eyes locking onto his. He hesitated, "Uh, about the kidnapping, bhabhi..."

But I cut him off, my excitement building. "No, the second part! You mentioned a tracker!" Aryaan's eyes widened as he realized what I was getting at.

In a flash, I was on my feet, my heart racing with newfound hope. "Yes, a tracker! That's it!" I exclaimed, already striding towards the door.

Aryaan's voice trailed behind me, but I was beyond listening. I had a plan, and I was going to unleash hell on those who dared to cross me.

"They'll soon see why all call me the merciless King,"I vowed, my voice low and deadly, as I vanished into the night, driven by a fierce determination to rescue Arohi and destroy those who had dared to take her.

HARSH'S P.O.V

(In Italy)

The line went dead, and I was left staring at the phone, my mind reeling with the sinister implications of Mr. Kashyap's parting words.

"Some activities with the lady..."The phrase echoed in my head like a malevolent whisper, conjuring up dark visions that made my blood run cold.

"No, no, no... This can't be happening. Kashyap wouldn't dare... Arohi is mine, my love, my everything."

The very thought of anyone harming her was unbearable. I felt a primal rage coursing through my veins, a fierce determination to protect what was mine.

I couldn't stand idly by, not for a moment longer. I had to get to India, to Arohi, immediately. I barked orders at my assistant, booking the next available flight to India.

Nothing would stop me from reaching her, from saving her. Kashyap's membership in my organization meant nothing; if he had harmed Arohi, he would pay with his life. And I'll show no mercy in killing him.

AROHI'S P.O.V

I stood paralyzed, my skin crawling with revulsion as Mr. Kashyap's fingers grazed my cheek. The touch sent a wave of nausea washing over me, threatening to engulf me whole.

His eyes gleamed with a sadistic light as he produced a glinting knife, its blade whispering against my skin.

"I'm torn," he whispered, his breath cold against my ear. "A part of me aches to end your life, to snuff out the flame that burns so brightly within you. But...

you're far too exquisite to kill." His gaze roamed over me, making my flesh crawl. "So, I'll give you a choice, my lovely: join us, or take this knife and end your own life."

He sneered, confident in his own twisted game. "I know you're an intelligent woman, Arohi. You'll make the wise choice."

With a flourish, he freed my hand, but my leg remained bound. A contract paper and a knife appeared before me, the instruments of my torment.

I stared at him, horror etched on my face, tears streaming down my cheeks. My mind reeled, unable to comprehend the sheer brutality of my situation.

Who were these monsters? Why did they want me to join their twisted cause? The questions swirled, but one truth remained unwavering: I was Arohi Ayushman Suryavanshi, and betrayal was not in my blood. Till my last breath I'll be loyal.

With a fierce determination, I reached for the pen, feigning surrender. But in a swift, decisive motion, I seized the knife instead. Tears blinded me as I pressed the blade to my wrist. A crimson river flowed from the cut, and the room erupted into chaos.

It was then the sound of guns firing in the air. My hand was paining alot as the cut was deep and I was already exhausted.

The sound of gunfire shattered the air, a cacophony that made my ears ache. I tried to block it out, but my gaze drifted upward, searching for a glimpse of salvation.

And then, I saw them - those unmistakable hazel brown eyes, burning with a fierce care and determination.

His touch was like a balm to my soul, his arms cradling me as I whispered his name.

"Ayushman..."

Finally he came to save me. I knew it he will come he is my saviour,my guardian, my Ayu...

My vision began to fade, but I felt his warmth, his love, enveloping me. As soon as I felt his embrace I smiled and collapsed in his arms. Before collapsing I knew I was in the safe hand... I was in my Ayu's embrace.

And soon everything went black....

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