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.Chapter-45. A Twist.

4600+ words

Dil se teri yaadon ko nikalna na aaya,
tumhe bhoolna to kabhi bhi na aaya,
pyar ki raahon mein bas tum hi tum ho,
baaki sab to ek sapna sa lagta hai.

Author's pov:

The door to the dark room creaked open, casting a thin beam of light that barely cut through the heavy gloom. Everyone turned their heads, the tension snapping tight again. A tall figure in black entered, dragging something behind him. The silence was suffocating as the figure pulled a man forward, barely conscious, his head hanging low with blood dripping down his face, staining his clothes.

It was Yuvan.

Ashwin's eyes widened in horror. "Yuvan!"

The figure in black, faceless under the hood he wore, tossed Yuvan to the ground like he was nothing. Yuvan hit the cold floor with a thud, groaning weakly as he tried to lift his head. His face was swollen, blood oozing from a deep gash on his forehead, his breathing shallow and strained.

"Yuvan!" Viyaan shouted, his voice cracking. He strained against the ropes that bound him, the sight of his friend in that condition sending a surge of rage through him. "What the hell did you do to him?!"

The man in black remained silent, standing over Yuvan like a shadow of death, his posture menacing. There was an eerie calm about him, the kind that sent chills down their spines. He slowly turned his head toward Ashwin, Vikram, Anshika and Viyaan, his eyes cold and devoid of any emotion under the hood.

Ashwin's heart raced. Yuvan had been their last hope, their connection to finding a way out of this nightmare. Seeing him like this, barely clinging to life, was like watching their chances slip away.

"Yuvan..." Ashwin whispered, his voice breaking. He couldn't bear to see his friend like this. "Why did you bring him here? What do you want?" His voice rose, desperate for answers.

The man in black didn't respond. Instead, he nudged Yuvan's limp body with his boot, forcing him to roll over onto his back. Yuvan groaned, his body trembling in pain, but he managed to look up at Ashwin and Viyaan.

"Guys... I'm sorry..." Yuvan gasped, his voice barely above a whisper. "They... they got to me before I could... before I could do anything..."

"Yuvan, don't talk," Viyaan said, his voice filled with panic as he watched his friend suffer. "We'll get you out of here, I swear. Just hold on."

Vikram's eyes were locked on the man in black, suspicion and dread swirling in his mind. He didn't trust anything about this situation. Something felt off. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice low and dangerous. "What do you want from us?"

The man in black slowly turned his gaze to Vikram, tilting his head slightly as if sizing him up. "I'm not the one you should be asking," he finally said, his voice cold and emotionless. "Your answers lie elsewhere."

Before anyone could respond, the door creaked open again, and the sound of footsteps echoed through the room. Another figure stepped in—this one much more composed, and someone they all recognized immediately.

It was Uncle Bhatra.

Vikram's heart stopped, his eyes widening in disbelief. "Uncle Bhatra...? Why are you doing this and showing up again and again?"

The older man stood there, dressed in an expensive black suit, his face calm but with a dark edge to his expression. He walked forward, his presence dominating the room, and stood beside the man in black, who was clearly one of his henchmen.

"Vikram," Uncle Bhatra said, his voice smooth and composed. "I told you... there's much more to this than you ever knew."

Vikram's shock quickly turned to fury. "You..." His voice trembled with rage as he stared at the man who had been like a second father to him. "You were behind all of this. But tell me the whole shit this time! please"