Aarohi And Dev

CHAPTER 15

Content Warning: This chapter contains scenes of extreme violence and cruelty that may be distressing to some readers. Reader discretion is advised.

Dev POV

Entering my clandestine sanctuary, the oppressive atmosphere greeted me like an old friend. In the dim light, the man stood bound, his voice a desperate plea for freedom amidst the shadows that danced around him, mocking his futile struggle.

His demeanour shifted like a pendulum swung by fear, his eyes widening at the sight of me in the shadows. "Leave me, I will sue you. Th-This is il-illegal, you cannot do this," With trembling lips, he stammered threats of legal retaliation, each word punctuated by the erratic rhythm of his panicked breaths.

"Got any clue what mistake you made?" I inquired, my voice resonating through the dimly lit room like a thunderclap.

"Is-is it because of that girl?" he stammered, his words betraying his fear. I thought to myself, 'Well, at least he's starting to grasp his mistake, even if he's clueless about where not to mess.'

"You catch on quick," I remarked, my tone cold and calculated as I stepped closer.

If the topic concerns a female, he mentioned that there are numerous other women he could introduce. He expressed a slight apprehension in his tone. He went on to say, "She isn't particularly unique. She's merely average. I can provide you with a more attractive female alternative."

I tightly grasped his neck and pushed him against the wall, as my anger was now clearly visible. The only thing echoing in my mind was, 'How dare he lay a finger on her, and how dare he utter a single word against her!'

"Foolish comment, Sharma!", I exclaimed tightening my grip on his neck.

As my grip tightened, I observed Sharma's struggle beneath my firm grasp. His breathing grew irregular, and I noticed the urgency of the situation. When I sensed he was on the verge of suffocation, I cautiously released my hold, allowing him to gasp for air. However, I made it clear that he would not escape this predicament unscathed.

In an attempt to create a more serene environment, I gently asked Gabriel for assistance in restraining the individual, ensuring his mouth was covered with a cloth to prevent any further disturbance from his unpleasant words.

With a sense of determination, I wielded the sword and, in a single, precise motion, severed the man's hand from his wrist.

Despite his anguished cries echoing through the room, my thoughts were solely focused on the welfare and tranquillity of my cherished angel.

The individual, now in immense pain, let out soft whimpers and wincing sounds, while I remained unmoved, my emotions concealed.

The sight of this unfolded before Aman and my other companions, who stared at me with a mixture of shock and apprehension. For the very first time, I noticed a hint of trepidation in Aman's eyes, as he seemed to perceive a new side of my character that he had never witnessed before. Passion. Craziness for her.

With a cold determination, I retrieved the severed hand and presented it before the perpetrator, ensuring he bore witness to the consequences of his actions. I then proceeded to pour a container of fuel onto the limbs, the liquid substance creating a stark contrast against the lifeless appendages.

In my hand, I held a lighter, the symbol of power and control in this dire situation.

The man beneath the gagged cloth struggled violently, his pleas for mercy drowned out by the fabric that muffled his voice. Yet, in that moment, I transformed into a creature of vengeance, driven by a need to make him understand the gravity of his actions against those we hold dear. With a steady hand, I ignited the fuel, setting the severed hand ablaze, and watched as the flames consumed the evidence of his transgressions.