HIS DARK LOVE

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Both Deepa and Ajay arrived at Adthiya Mansion. One was filled with tension, while the other radiated anger. Deepa headed straight to her hacking office entering with an irate stride. Inside, three men were engrossed in their work on the computer screens. Noticing her entrance, they all stood and greeted her.

"Good morning, ma'am. "

"Move" she snapped at them.

She began typing on her keyboard. Almost instantly the screen revealed that Adthiya was in his warehouse designing a new weapon. Then she typed again her eyebrows knitting together in a frown.

"Why didn't it show Adthiya sir's room camera? " she inquired.

"Ma'am, he instructed us to block all the cameras from his room," one of the men replied. Without spending another moment, she left and walked toward Adthiya's room with Ajay trailing her visibly tense at the sight of her expression.

She twisted the doorknob to open the door to Adthiya's room.

"It's quite impolite to barge into someone's room Deepa" Ajay said firmly.

"Let's discuss this matter when Bhai arrives. But I won't let you enter his room without his consent" he added.

She smirked mockingly at him, gripping his collar.

"I assisted you in leaking false information about Adthiya sir's dealings to Vikram sir because you asked me to. I did it without hesitation just to see the happiness on your face knowing your brother is free from illegal activities. Yet, every time my family faces a life-or-death situation, you issue me orders. Huh? " She released him with a sharp pull.

"What? What's wrong with your family? " he questioned anxiety evident in his tone.

"Your despicable brother has my sister locked in his room. If he dares to touch her, I will kill him with my own hands" she snarled through gritted teeth.

"Don't accuse my brother without any proof! He's not that low to do anything inappropriate with girls" he countered.

"Don't try to play innocent with me. I know exactly who he is. I've worked for him for three years and I'm well aware of what a manwhore he is. "

Ignoring his protests, she inserted a chip and began typing on her iPad.

"ACCESS GRANTED," her iPad blinked.

She entered the room and flicked the light on. The ground nearly slipped from under her as she stood frozen in shock at the sight of her sister. There she was, sitting on the bed, her hands cuffed to the bedpost, crying while hiding her face in her knees.

"Parvathi" Deepa called to her affectionately.

Her sister looked up her expression shifting to joy though immediately overshadowed by a pained smile.

"Didi! " she exclaimed. Deepa rushed to her and embraced her tightly both of them weeping from a flood of emotions. Once the hug loosened Deepa began to inspect Parvathi for any signs of physical abuse but thankfully, there were none.

"Did he hurt you, Parvathi? I'm truly sorry for leaving you in this predicament," Deepa questioned with a tone filled with remorse.

"Please don't apologize, Didi. You're making me feel guilty. He didn't hurt me so stop your tears," Parvathi replied her voice trembling with sadness.

Deepa was taken aback by Parvathi's declaration of not being harmed. 

"How could this be? He wouldn't let the traitorous family live, so why hasn't he inflicted any pain on her yet? This isn't like him," she pondered silently.