HIS DARK LOVE

his punishment

author pov:

  After a few minutes, Parvathi emerged from the room after speaking with her brother. Upon exiting, she noticed Adthiya standing there calmly, while the guards kept their heads lowered. She was unsure how to leave the basement since she had arrived with Vinoth, who was nowhere in sight. 

She searched around for Dev. Adthiya had been watching her since she stepped out, but she avoided making eye contact with him, lacking the courage to speak to him after his wrongful act. Adthiya approached her and said, 

"Follow me. " Without a word, she followed him.

There were several rooms in the basement, with some containing individuals tortured by his men. Parvathi curiously gazed at one particular room. Adthiya noticed her curiosity and understood her interest, having spent quality time with her in the village.

He grasped her wrist and pulled her inside that room, which was completely dark. She tightened her grip on his hand, and he turned on the light. The sudden brightness made her shut her eyes immediately. Adthiya released her wrist and walked over to a table. When Parvathi slowly opened her eyes, her expression was one of shock and amazement.

Adthiya's POV:

Seeing her reaction brought a slight smile to my lips. i dont know how to pacify her i know i did wrong....but i cant control myself after he said that i had no rights on her.....i dont want her to get angry on me...

I knew she was always the curious type. She stood in the same spot, turning her head in a complete circle to take in all the guns surrounding her. I chuckled at her submissive nature in recent days, she had followed my instructions without fail. I couldn't tell if it was out of fear of me or concern for her family's safety.

"If you want, you can touch them," I said, and she looked at me, surprised.

Yes, this is my practice room where I test my weapons, and it's my favorite place in the entire mansion. I spend most of my time here practice truly makes perfect, and I've honed my skills to the point where I could shoot someone blindfolded.

I stood beside her and asked, 

"Do you like guns? " She looked at me and shook her head no.

Her answer irritated me.

"WORDS. "

"No," she replied.

"Then why are you watching this with such interest? "

She began to fidget with her fingers out of fear, which I could sense.

"I'm asking you something," I said in a stern voice.

"Then promise me you won't shout or get angry at me," she said carefully, trying to avoid my wrath.

"Okay. "

"Actually, I don't like this gun at all, but my brother was always interested in it he always watches action movies. While watching, he mentioned that he wanted a gun like that, so after seeing this variety of guns, I want to give one to him. What does one cost?" she asked me. 

I just laughed at her response only her innocence could make me laugh this much.

"Remember one thing if your brother becomes a police officer, he won't be allowed to use a gun as he wishes he has to justify every bullet. But my men can use their guns as they like, so you should ask your brother to join me," I said.

She glared at me with anger and walked toward the exit, but I blocked her path with long strides.

"Move. . . I want to go out," she said.