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.Chapter-48. Final war

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Author's pov:

Ashwin barely left his room, consumed by grief and an overwhelming fury that pulsed beneath the surface. Every corner of the house seemed suffocating, filled with whispers of loss and unspoken questions. He replayed the events over and over again in his mind—Anshika's pleading eyes, the blood, her final breath slipping away. And the name that gnawed at his very soul: Yuvan.

Ashwin knew there was no going back. He had crossed a line the moment Anshika's heart had stopped. Now, there was only one path forward, and it led straight to Yuvan's destruction.

Late one evening, Viyaan knocked on the heavy wooden door of Ashwin's room. The house had fallen into a fragile quiet, the kind that comes after too many tears have been shed and all hope feels lost. Viyaan pushed the door open, stepping into the dimly lit room. Ashwin sat at his desk, his eyes bloodshot but focused, staring at a sheet of paper littered with notes and sketches—a plan. A dark plan.

"You've been in here for days, Ashwin. It's time," Viyaan said softly, leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed. His own grief was masked by the worry for his brother. "We can't wait any longer. You need to tell us what's next."

Ashwin didn't look up, his fingers gripping the pen tightly as he continued to scribble. "We'll get him," he said, his voice low and dangerous. "But not through brute force. That's what he'll expect. No... we're going to hit him where he's weakest."

Vikram, who had been quietly listening in the hallway, stepped into the room as well. "And where exactly is Yuvan weakest?" he asked, his tone cautious. He knew Ashwin was spiraling deeper into his vengeance, and he feared for his friend. But at the same time, he too wanted justice—for Anshika, for the pain that Yuvan had caused.

Ashwin finally looked up, his eyes dark with determination. "There are only two people in this world that Yuvan fears—his parents. They're his Achilles' heel. The only ones who could truly make him vulnerable. And we're going to use them."

Vikram's brow furrowed in confusion. "His parents? What are you planning, Ashwin?"

A dangerous smile tugged at the corners of Ashwin's lips. "We're going to take them. We'll hold them, and Yuvan will come to us. We'll make him think he's lost control. That he's powerless. He craves control over everything and everyone—once he feels that slipping away, he'll break. And when he does, that's when I'll destroy him."

Viyaan's eyes widened. "Kidnap them? You're serious about this."

Ashwin nodded, standing up now, his posture rigid and determined. "But we won't hurt them. They'll be treated as guests in our mansion. Comfortable. Safe. Just... relocated, shall we say."

Vikram exchanged a glance with Viyaan. "That's a dangerous game, Ashwin. Yuvan's a madman—if he thinks we've harmed his parents—"

"We won't harm them," Ashwin interrupted, his voice cold. "We'll take care of them. But we need leverage. Yuvan won't come after me unless he thinks he's about to lose everything. His parents are the key to that. Once we have them, he'll have no choice but to face me."

For a moment, the room was filled with a tense silence as the weight of Ashwin's plan settled over them. It was risky, but it was their best shot. Yuvan was a master manipulator, but Ashwin had learned from the best. This time, it would be Yuvan who played into his trap.