Broken Pieces✔

6. Hugs

[Ishani's pov...]

Royal court is one of the most stressful places.

right now me and ayaansh were standing in front of at least fifteen people who are begging for aid.

the thing which breaks my heart is that all of them were girls of ages between 5-15 years.

i asked the doctors to treat their wounds properly and turned to the servants "inke liye saaf kapde aur khana le aiye. Dhyaan rakhiega ki inhe koi bhi pareshani nahi honi chahiye."

The police officer approached us and bowed down.

"Kya hum akele mein baat kar sakte hain Rani sa, Hukum sa." he said and i nodded as ayaansh led him the way to an interrogation room at a silent area of the mansion.

"inke saath kya hua tha officer?" ayaansh asked. he was as worried as i was.

"ye bacchiyan hume ek abandoned building mein mili thi. kai toh kuch bol bhi nahi paa rahi except for the older ones. We found one guy with them who tried to run away when we caught him and sabse badi bacchi ne jo confessions diye hain they are just..." the officer spoke and trailed off at the end and i almost had an idea about what happened.

"kya bataya usne officer?" i asked him and he looked down.

"they were trapped there for almost 8 months now. All of them were raped...not once but many times. every single one of them. their were a lot of men but only the one we caught was left behind. they were planning to sell these girls and they were doing it for a huge amount." he said and my heartbeats almost stopped.

they were raped and one of them was 5 years old.

"one more thing..." the officer spoke up after hesitation and i looked up at him "one of them was 16 years old. One of the men got her pregnant and killed her." he said and tears sprang up in my eyes.

"thank you officer for getting them out of there, continue the search but leave that guy to us." ayaansh said and the officer left after nodding.

"Isha..." he said and i couldn't stop the tear that escaped my eye.

"how can someone be so horrible ansh?" i said and he wiped the tear off my face.

"this is the terrible reality... and no matter how much we try this still happens." he said with disappointment and disgust evident in his voice.

"they were there for 8 months. they were in that hell for such a long time and mujhe pata tak nahi tha... one of them 5 years old and they killed a 16 year old, she was pregnant- this is just-" i said fumbling with my words. i rarely panic but this was one of the moments where i was losing my mind.

my breathing was faltering and he took me in his arms. I hugged him as he rubbed my back to relax me.

"it was not your fault Isha... stop blaming yourself for everything that is not even your fault." he said and i stood in his embrace for a few minutes.

it felt comforting, i felt as if someone was there to hold me. for the first time in years, i felt like he will not leave me to be alone.

i pulled back and that's when i realized that how close we actually were, so much that if i moved an inch then my lips would touch his. i carefully pulled back and he wiped the tears off and caressed my face.

"we need to have a 'talk' with that guy..." i said and he understood what i meant by 'talk' so he smiled.

"fine. come on let's go have a 'talk' with that bastard." he said and gently lead me out of the room.

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[ayaansh's pov...]

there he was. trying to get out of the handcuffs that were keeping him tied to the chair. he was badly beaten still he didn't give us any information.

"it's better if you kill me now... i won't say anything." he said panting. 

fucking bastard.

"They will assassinate you." he said with a smile looking towards Isha.

"oh really? then i hope they do it nicely. i always had a dream of dying in an adventurous way." she said dreamily and then cut off one of his fingers using a dagger.

his screams and cries filled the room. This is still not enough for the pain they've given to those kids.

"who do you work for?" she asked and he cried.

"i don't know who is behind all this. i was just being paid by one of the higher people." he said and i looked at isha who had his blood on her hands.

"what is his name?" i asked and his voice was shaky when he replied "omkar shrivastav"

"anything else? hume sab bata do we know everything about you and your family..." isha said and he looked at her in disbelief.

"you won't do anything..." he said and i smiled "trust me dude you would not like to know how low we can actually go..."

"mujhe sach mein kuch nahi pata main toh bas wahi kar raha tha jo mujhe bola tha." he said crying.

"aur tumhe unn baccho ke liye ek baar bhi bura nahi laga?" Isha said and looked at me signaling to end it.

"bye bye motherfucker." i shot him in between his eyes and went towards the washbasin where isha was washing her hands.

"Vihaan will find the info on that guy." i said standing behind her and she hummed while drying her hands with a towel

"Isha are you okay?" i asked and she turned towards me.

that's when i realized how close we were actually standing. but did i want to move away? for a weird reason, no.

"I will be." she said, it was more of a whisper.

"why are you acting like this?" she asked and i frowned "act like what?"

"act like you care if i am okay or not?" she said and for some odd reason that question pricked my heart.

"i do care if you are okay or not. i am not going to let anything or anyone else make you cry, it's my thing to do." i said the truth, i knew it hurt her but she smiled at me and nodded.

one moment i was looking in her eyes and the dimple she had on her right cheek and the the other moment i had my arms wrapped around her.

hugging her did not feel weird at all. it felt comforting and peaceful. And for the first time in years, i didn't want to leave her alone.

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short chapter....sorry 😭