⚠️THIS IS A PART TWO OF COLLUSION. CANNOT BE READ AS A STAND ALONE ⚠️
HIDDEN TRUTH Series (Part 2)
COLLUSION:
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"𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘮𝘪𝘳𝘢𝘨𝘦. 𝘓𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘱𝘰𝘯. 𝘈𝘯𝘥...
Author's Note ⚠️: Refined version of Collusion Part 1 is posted in Webnovel do check it out if possible _______________________________________
प्रतिशोध की ज्वाला में जल तलवार की धार को तू धार दें मार दे! जो भी तुमसे टकराएगा मारदे! _______________________________________
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he first light of dawn barely broke through the dense darkness as Aishwarya entered the dimly lit training room. Shadows stretched long across the floor, the eerie glow of the overhead lights casting an almost spectral presence over the space. Lined against the walls stood mannequins-each adorned with human face masks, each a silent testament to her rage.
She began with her usual stretches, her body moving with a practiced grace, each movement fluid yet lethal. Then, without hesitation, she walked toward the weapon shelf, where her tools of destruction awaited her. Today, her training was singularly focused-sharpening her already formidable swordsmanship.
She reached for her sword, a beautifully crafted weapon with her name carved into the hilt in gold. It gleamed menacingly under the dim light as she stepped toward the first mannequin. Her fingers traced the mask's surface with an unsettling tenderness, her gaze softening for a fleeting second.
But then-her expression darkened, eyes burning with unrelenting fury.
"Do you have any idea how much I trusted you, Rehan?" she murmured, her voice dripping with venom. "What did you do in return? You lied. You betrayed me. YOU KILLED MY PARENTS!"
Her grip tightened around the hilt of her sword. The rage that simmered beneath her skin finally erupted as she swung her blade in a deadly arc-
SHNK!
The mannequin's head, the one wearing Rehansh's face, was sent flying, rolling unceremoniously across the floor. Bloodlust ignited in her eyes as she turned her attention to the next targets-Vansh, Arav, Shivin.
One by one, she moved through them with terrifying precision. Each swing of her sword was flawless, every strike slicing through the mannequins in a single, clean cut. There was no hesitation, no mercy-only cold, calculating fury. Her movements were not just those of an expert swordsman-they were an artist's, sculpting a masterpiece of destruction.
Satisfied with her carnage, Aishwarya sheathed her sword and reached for another weapon-twin blades, sharp enough to sever flesh from bone in the blink of an eye. She spun them in her hands, her dexterity impeccable as she continued her relentless assault. Every move she executed was sharper, more violent, fueled by the inferno of hatred that raged within her.
The final mannequin stood alone in the room, untouched. It bore the face of Shayra.
A cruel smirk curled on Aishwarya's lips as she walked toward it. But instead of her swords, she retrieved another weapon. A set of throwing blades.
She exhaled slowly, eyes locking onto the target with the precision of a predator before launching the first blade-
THUNK!
It embedded itself into the mannequin's side, just inches away from its neck.
THUNK! THUNK!
Two more followed, each trapping the target in place, framing its throat in a deadly cage of steel.
She stepped closer, her presence alone radiating a cold, merciless aura. Her voice was low, measured, yet dripping with sadistic pleasure.
"I may have missed your throat this time, Ayra... but don't think for a second that my claws won't be wrapped around it soon enough."
Her eyes gleamed with malice as she continued, her tone laced with venom.
"You stole the love and attention that rightfully belonged to me. You took my place. But now? Now, I will take everything from you. I will strip you of your power, of your dignity, of every ounce of strength you possess-until you are nothing but a pitiful, helpless wreck, begging me for mercy you will never receive."
She leaned in, her voice a whisper of pure malevolence.
"I will not let you live in peace... but I will not let you die either. You will burn in agony, just as I did all those years ago. And this-" she grinned wickedly, stepping back and admiring the destruction she had wrought, "-this is my promise to you."
With that final declaration, she turned on her heel and walked away, leaving behind a room of decimated targets-each a symbol of her vengeance, each a warning of the unstoppable storm she was about to unleash.
