INVISIBLE PASSIONS : When Hate Becomes Love

CHAPTER 39 - jealousy (16+)🔥

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AUTHOR'S POV

siddharth came to haveli after telling sara to take care of mehak,

As Siddharth stormed into the room, the sight of Mehak's bruised and trembling form from last day came in front of his eyes which ignited a fierce rage within him. His heart pounded with a primal fury as he launched himself at the kidnappers, his fists striking with unrestrained force.

The kidnappers, taken aback by his sudden assault, cried out in pain as each blow landed with a resounding impact. Siddharth's mind was consumed with a single purpose: to avenge the suffering inflicted upon his mehak and sara .

In the midst of the chaos, his gaze locked onto the bastard who dared to put his hands in mehak's pleats , the mastermind behind Mehak's abduction. A wave of pure hatred washed over him as he confronted the men responsible for his wife's torment.

Without hesitation, Siddharth seized him by the collar, his grip unyielding. He dragged him across the room, his eyes burning with an icy fury. With a swift motion, he delivered a punishing blow to her face, the sound echoing in the room like a thunderclap.

"Do you think you can harm my wife and escape unpunished?" Siddharth's voice was a low, menacing growl. He raised his hand to strike him again, but then paused, a cruel smile twisting his lips.

"No," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "I have something far more fitting in store for you."

With that, Siddharth turned away, leaving him to face the consequences of his actions. He knew that justice would be served, and that he would pay dearly for her treachery. And as he returned

Turning to his men, he issued a chilling command. "Chop off his fingers," he ordered, his voice cutting through the air like a blade. The kidnapper who had dared to lay a hand on Mehak recoiled in terror, realizing the gravity of his actions.

The men wasted no time in carrying out Siddharth's command. With a swift motion, they seized the kidnapper and forced him to his knees. In a matter of moments, his fingers were severed, a brutal reminder of the price of his betrayal.

As the kidnapper cried out in agony, Siddharth's gaze shifted to the woman who had beaten Sara. His eyes bore into hers with a cold, unwavering intensity, sending a shiver down her spine. She had thought she could escape punishment, but Siddharth's gaze told her otherwise.

"You," he said, his voice low and menacing. "You will face the same fate as him." His words were a chilling promise, a vow to mete out justice without mercy.

With that, Siddharth's women guard's seized the woman, dragging her forward to face her punishment. She struggled against their grip, but it was futile. Siddharth's justice was swift and unforgiving, a testament to his unwavering commitment to protect sara and Mehak at all costs.

As he watched the woman being led away, Siddharth felt a sense of grim satisfaction. Justice had been served. And as he turned to leave, his heart filled with a fierce determination to ensure that no one would ever dare to harm her again.

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he reached home after 2 hours,

As Siddharth entered the room, Sara rushed to him, her eyes bright with excitement. She threw her arms around him in a tight hug, her voice filled with excitement. "Papa kal se chachu ki shaddi ke functions stalt hai" she exclamed