Unforeseen Destinies

Fate is interwined

"I am sor....ry... Sir...."- the person begged him, covered in blood. His arms and legs were tied up with the chair. 

"Why!! Why would I forgive you??"- a dark voice was echoed in the silenced street, while someone forwarded a gun to him. He aimed at the person and shot the trigger multiple times. He emptied the gun, but he was not satisfied. He was about to take an another gun, but someone held his arm.

"Bhaii!! Stop!! Please!!"- his brother pleaded him to stop, and as per his choice, he stopped.

"Abhinav!! I don't know!! This pain doesn't stop yarr!! "- he hugged him, breaking his dam of emotions. 

"It has been 2 years Bhai!"- he rubbed his back, and made him to sit at a bench. 

"I know Abhinav !! BUT"- his attention went to the scream of a woman. 

He quickly rose from the bench, and went in the direction of the voice, not knowing that this will create a storm in his life. 

He reached there, and saw two men dragging a woman by her arms and legs. Her face was covered with mask, but she seemed familiar to him.  Abhinav reached there, and handed over a gun to him. He took his actions and shot them in their knees. 

Abhinav went to the woman, opened her mask and he started shaking.  Abhimanyu saw his brother and went to him, crouching down. 

In the shadowed embrace of despair, his gaze fell upon the tapestry of his existence, witnessing the flickering flame of his cherished love. A trickle of scarlet adorned her brow, marking the realm of unconsciousness she traversed. With a tender resolve, he cradled her fragile form, embarking on the sanctum of healing. Each bruise upon her being, whispered tales of his unfulfilled vow to shield her from harm, a solemn oath shattered in the face of adversity. 

In a world where shadows dance with sorrow, Abhinav beheld his shattered kin and her, cloaked in a visage he never dared to witness. A dire need for solace gripped his heart as they hastened to the healer's sanctuary. Tears welled in Abhimanyu's eyes, a stark contrast to his reputation as the unyielding monarch of the underworld, draped in darkness and frost aura. Yet, Abhinav's soothing words became a beacon in the tempest. 

SCENE 2

In a another realm, a figure of wisdom and years, clad in a obsidian suit, savored the nectar of celebration. His reverie was broken by his faithful herald's revelation. 

"Sir!! Akshara is alive...."- Peter told him and the color drained from his countenance at this news, his hand instinctively reaching for his pallid lips. Swift commands for a carriage to the realm of healer's followed. 

"I will not let you take my daughter away again Mr. Birla!!"- the rage was evident in his voice. 

Within the sanctum of mending, the oracle emerged from the OT with somber tidings. 

"I am sorry... Mr. Birla... Akshara has lost her memories.."- he dropped the bomb on him and his face started to pale. 

Akshara, bereft of her memories, stood adrift in a sea of forgotten identities. Their discourse fractured by the echo of gunfire, Abhimanyu beheld his loyal guards felled by the hand of Mr. Singhania's guards. Knowing the odds were dire, he braced for the impending clash against the formidable foe. 

"Mr. Birla....Don't you dare to roam near her.."- his index finger was pointed in front of the Mafia King.

Mr. Singhania ventured into her chamber, gently parting the veil of the door to reveal his princess, swathed in bandages, tethered to myriad contraptions. Her gaze flickered upon a man of seasoned years perched by her side. Though unease tinged the air, the man clasped her hand, tears tracing a path down his weathered face.