Yours Ryan [Original Edition]

Chapter 37: The end of revenge

"I will deal with her," Andrew announced furiously. Zafar smiled, misinterpreting the blazing anger in his eyes as directed at Tanya.

"Go, bitch," Zafar said, pushing her harshly.

Tanya lost her balance and was about to fall, but Andrew immediately rushed forward, catching her in his arms. His eyes were fixed on the red marks marring her cheek. With his thumb, he lightly brushed against the bruises, making her wince in pain.

"Does it hurt?" he asked in a whisper.

"Just a little," she replied, looking into his eyes. "Now it's your turn. End all this." Andrew nodded with determination.

"What is happening, bhai? That man is not killing her," Amar said to Zafar, who was growing increasingly confused by the apparent affection between the two.

"Mustafizur, what are you waiting for? Kill her!" Zafar's voice was filled with frustration. Andrew closed his eyes, controlling his rage. He made Tanya stand behind him and looked at Zafar and Amar with steely resolve.

"So I was thinking, what should I do with her?" Andrew pretended to ponder.

"Get your gun and shoot her. Otherwise, we will do it for you," Amar replied, irritation evident in his tone.

"Yeah, I forgot." Andrew smiled sheepishly and took his gun from his pocket. He turned towards Tanya, pointing the weapon at her, and she gasped in shock.

"Andrew," she stared at him in disbelief.

"Any last words, miss?" he asked with a smirk.

"Oh yes, I have," she replied sarcastically. "YOU IDIOTIC MONKEY, HOW DARE YOU KILL ME." She yelled at him.

"But I didn't kill you, Tanya," he chuckled.

"Then what are you waiting for? Kill me. I only helped you get this far, and you should pay me back like this. Interesting!" She scoffed and pouted.

Zafar, irritated by their act, took his gun and marched towards them. Tanya saw this and shouted. Andrew quickly turned, raised his leg, and kicked Zafar's arm, causing the gun to fall. Zafar was dumbfounded.

"आप खेल रहे हैं अपने दुश्मन को जाने बिना, जफर (You are playing without knowing your enemy, Zafar)," Andrew commented. Zafar frowned.

"What are you talking about?" Zafar asked, squinting his eyes.

"Have you heard the word 'payback'? That is going to happen, Zafar." Andrew removed the turban and started undoing each cloth. "I was waiting for this moment, you in front of me. And now it has happened, though it took many years." He threw aside the last cloth, his salwar, standing now in a t-shirt and pants.

"Hi Zafar, remember me? I am your friend Ryan. Nice to meet you after a longggggg time." Zafar turned pale, his body as cold as ice. Amar was confused, not understanding anything. He stood beside Zafar and shook him.

"BHAIII, BHAIII..." Amar yelled in his ears.

"Huh!" Zafar patted his sweaty face and stared at Andrew. He took slow steps toward him, examining his face closely.

"Yo...you didn't die..." He stuttered. Andrew laughed.

"If I was dead, I wouldn't be here, right in front of you." Zafar gulped, memories flooding back.

**Flashback**

"Zafar, I am going for an urgent matter. Please take care of Priya, okay?" Ryan requested.

"Of course, dude. No need to worry about that. I am here," Zafar assured.

Priya and Ryan shared a hug before he left. Kissing her forehead, he went away.

"Soooo." Zafar smiled at Priya. "Are you ready?"

"Zafar, I am not feeling good about this. I can't betray Ryan," Priya replied.

"Priya, you know Ryan is infertile. He can't give you a child. And if you marry him, your future will be doomed." Zafar held her palm. "Look at me, I love you, Priya. You will have a beautiful life with me. Don't think about that useless thing. He even doesn't know how to kiss. Your sex life will also be boring." Zafar's words finally convinced Priya.

Priya smirked and kissed him.

Later, Ryan returned with things for celebrating Christmas. As he entered, the living area was dark. His heart beat faster hearing moans from Zafar's room.

"ZAFAR, OPEN THE DOOR." Ryan shouted.

"OPEN THE DOORRR.."

Zafar unlocked the door, wearing only his boxers. Ryan gasped in shock, seeing Priya on his bed naked. She clutched the blanket tightly.

"Priya," he whispered with tears.

"Sorry dude. She loves me. She doesn't want an infertile prude," Zafar spat out.

"You two were cheating behind my back. I should have believed Andrew," Ryan uttered, looking at Zafar angrily.

"I will kill you both." Ryan lunged at Zafar, beating him.

"STOPPP.." Priya screamed, tying a cloth around her body.

"Stop beating him." She tried to pull Ryan away but got slapped. She picked up a knife from the fruit basket, ran towards Ryan, and thrust it into his back.

"AHHHH..." Ryan shouted, looking at Priya in disbelief. Zafar stood in shock. The knife fell from her hands.

"I...regret loving you." He uttered his final words before falling to the floor.

Priya started crying in fear. They decided to stage the incident as a suicide and tied him to the ceiling in his room.

**Present**

Zafar was startled when he received a huge blow to his stomach from Andrew. He stumbled down in reflex. Andrew grabbed him by the collar and punched his face hard. Amar rushed towards them, grabbing Andrew from behind and trying to pull him away from Zafar.

Tanya ran to her car and took a crying Zain.

"I am sorry, Zain, for leaving you alone," she cooed, kissing his cheek. She wiped his tears with her palm.

"MOVE THE FUCK AWAY FROM ME." Andrew screamed, breaking free from Amar's grip and punching him in the chest.

Zafar's guards arrived. They rushed towards Andrew and started hitting him. Tanya watched in horror.

"Oh Andrew!" She cried, seeing his bruised face.

The men were relentlessly beating him with sticks and their fists. Andrew struggled to defend himself, his face bleeding from the continuous blows.

"STOP. NOW IT'S MY TURN." Zafar declared. He walked over and kneeled in front of Andrew.

He cupped Andrew's face and smirked. "Now, do you understand who is powerful? She only stabbed you once, that's why you're alive. If it had been here," he pointed at Andrew's chest, "this situation wouldn't have happened."

"It's not too late. I will do the honor of killing you." Zafar loaded his gun and pointed it at Andrew's heart.

"Any last words?" Zafar teased.

Andrew spat blood. "DO IT NOW."

"Excuse me, what?" Zafar asked, amused.

"Bye bye, Zafar."

A loud gunshot echoed. Tanya covered Zain's ears. The bullet struck Zafar in the chest.

"BHAIIIIII..." Amar screamed, rushing to him. Another gunshot followed, blood flowing from Amar's head.

Tanya looked around to find the source. She gasped, seeing Derik holding the gun. Tears streamed down his face, but his lips were smiling.

Andrew nodded at him and looked at the sky with a smile. "It's your day, Ryan," he whispered.