𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐀𝐫𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐖𝐢𝐟𝐞 || @𝘼𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙨||

.Chapter-40. Unwanted Memory.

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Har ek pal mein aapki yaad hai,
har ek saans mein aapki pyaas hai, 
aap bin zindagi viran hai, 
bas aap hi humari zindagi ki jaan hai.

Vikram's pov: 

After I cut the call, I turned to look at the man standing next to me. It was none other than Ashwin's Dadu. He was a proud man, but now he was broken, his shoulders slumped and his eyes cast downward. He couldn't bear to look at his daughter-in-law, Anshika, lying helpless on the floor, trying to protect him from my men.

"Why are you doing this?" he muttered, his voice barely audible.

I sneered. "Because your grandson needs to understand what it feels like to lose everything. He took everything from me, and now it's time for him to pay."

Anshika had tried to help Dadu, her courage admirable but foolish. My men had been rough, grabbing Dadu by the collar, their hands too close for comfort. Anshika had intervened, her eyes blazing with anger and fear. But I had put an end to her defiance quickly.

I had snatched her by the hair, her screams echoing in the cold, empty warehouse. The sound had been satisfying, a reminder of my control over her fate. I dragged her across the floor, her hands clawing at mine in a futile attempt to break free. With a swift motion, I threw her against the glass wall. The impact was brutal, the glass shattering around her as she crumpled to the floor, dazed and bleeding.

Dadu flinched at the sound, his hands trembling. "Please," he begged, "she's just a girl."

I walked over to him, grabbing his chin and forcing him to look at me. "She's more than just a girl," I hissed. "She's the key to breaking Ashwin."

I let go of him, turning my attention back to Anshika. She was trying to sit up, her body weak from the abuse. I crouched down beside her, lifting her chin so she had no choice but to meet my gaze.

"You see, Anshika," I said, my voice soft but menacing, "you're a pawn in a game much larger than you understand. But don't worry, your suffering won't be in vain. It will bring your beloved Ashwin to his knees."

She spat at me, defiance still burning in her eyes despite everything. I wiped the spit off my face, my expression darkening. "You still have fight left in you. Good. It will make breaking you all the more satisfying."

I stood up, signaling to my men. "Take her to the back room. Make sure she's comfortable. We wouldn't want her to miss the grand finale."

"Comfortable? you just almost killed my daughter-" Dadu said with disbelief. "And I-I couldn't do anything" He added.

They moved quickly, dragging her away. Dadu tried to move towards her, but one of my men held him back.

"Let him go," I ordered. "He can stay here and think about how all of this could have been avoided if only Ashwin hadn't been so stubborn."

As they took Anshika away, I walked over to a nearby table, pouring myself a glass of whiskey. I needed a moment to savor this victory, to relish the feeling of control. Ashwin had always been a thorn in my side, always coming out on top. But now, the tables had turned. He was the one scrambling, desperate, and afraid.

I took a sip of the whiskey, the burn a reminder of the fire that drove me. This was just the beginning. Ashwin thought he could beat me, but he had no idea what I was capable of. I would destroy everything he held dear, piece by piece, until there was nothing left but his broken spirit.

The warehouse was silent except for the occasional sobs from Dadu and the distant sounds of Anshika's struggles. I looked around, satisfied. This place, with its cold, concrete walls and dim lighting, was the perfect setting for the next phase of my plan. It was here that Ashwin's world would come crashing down.