The Devil's Queen (UNDER MAJOR EDITING)

Chapter 15 - Guardian Angel

The alley was shrouded in an all-encompassing silence, a notorious reputation preceding it. Tales of heists, assaults, and unsolved murder cases had rendered it infamous, instilling fear in the hearts of the local residents, who dared not venture down this path, especially after nightfall.Elders in the neighborhood often cautioned passersby, emphasizing that nocturnal apparitions weren't the only threat lurking in the dark corners. They warned that even the supernatural feared the night, as humanity's capacity for cruelty had grown more fearsome than even the most dreaded demon lord, SATAN himself.By day, the street bustled with life and activity, but as night descended, it transformed into a haven for criminals, where the shadows concealed the misdeeds of crooks, rapists, and murderers.

Nikhil lay tied to the pole in the dimly lit alley, the shadowy figures who had orchestrated his abduction continued to encircle him. His voice was tinged with grogginess from the lingering effects of the chloroform, but he remained determined to understand his situation and confront his captors.

Nikhil: (groaning) "Where am I? Who are you people?"

The menacing individuals, their faces obscured by dark masks, displayed no intention of revealing their identities. They approached him with a malevolent aura, ready to inflict harm and instill fear.

??1: (menacing) "You're in the wrong place at the wrong time, Nikhil Oberoi."

??2: (sinister) "You've meddled in our affairs for the last time."

With abrupt, ruthless force, they initiated a relentless assault on Nikhil. Their fists struck with brutal precision; each blow calculated to break him. However, Nikhil was no ordinary man; he was a resilient figure who had faced countless challenges in the criminal underworld.

Nikhil endured the onslaught with unwavering determination. He knew that survival hinged on his ability to endure the punishment. Despite the pain coursing through his body, he focused on protecting his vital organs, using his instincts to deflect their blows and minimize the damage.In the alley, a cacophony of violence echoed as the assailants continued their ruthless attack on Nikhil. Each blow served as a testament to their commitment to breaking him, but Nikhil refused to surrender.

Time in the alley remained uncertain, as Nikhil fought tenaciously to remain conscious. The attackers, momentarily paused to catch their breath, showed no mercy. They were resolute in their mission to shatter his spirit.

As Nikhil lay tied to the pole in the dimly lit alley, his body battered and bruised, His body bore the scars of a severe beating, and his vision swam in and out of focus. His strength waned, but he clung to consciousness. In the darkness of that fateful night, he exhibited an unbroken spirit, determined to defy the odds. he whispered to himself, his voice strained and filled with pain.

Nikhil: (whispering) "Stay strong, Nikhil. You've faced worse than this. They won't break you."

With each painful breath, he repeated his mantra, the words a reminder of his unwavering determination. The attackers had left him, but he knew the fight was far from over.

Nikhil: (whispering) "I will find a way out of this. I always do."

In the eerie silence of the alley, his whispered words became a source of inner strength, a beacon of hope in the midst of darkness. Nikhil refused to surrender, and he clung to the belief that he would overcome this ordeal.

As Nikhil lay battered and tied to the pole, he mustered every ounce of strength to stay conscious. Slowly, after what felt like an eternity, he managed to pry his eyes open, his vision blurred and disoriented.

Nikhil: (whispering, weak) "Help... is anyone there?"

But his feeble cry for assistance seemed to vanish into the eerie silence of the dark alley. No one came to his aid, and he could only hope that someone would hear his desperate plea.Minutes crawled by, and Nikhil's strength waned further. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a group of young women stumbled into the alley, clearly inebriated from a night at the club. They noticed Nikhil but appeared indifferent to his plight.

??1: (giggling, drunkenly) "Look, there's a guy tied up over there."

??2: (tipsy) "Oh, yeah. Should we help him?"

??3: (nonchalant) "Nah, let's just go home. It's not our problem."

With that, the intoxicated group continued on their way, leaving Nikhil in his dire situation, his cry for help falling on deaf ears.