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𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑.75

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~After three months~

A a r u s h

“Yeah, Mom. I just reached here.” I said to Mom over the phone as I got inside the car.

“Call me, when you reach the penthouse.” Mom said.

“Okay, Mom. I will call you later,” I said, reassuring her to soothe the worried heart. She’d mumbled a weary 'okay' before the line went dead. I'm in London, a city buzzing with life and history, but my thoughts were far from the iconic landmarks and charming streets. My world, right now, revolves around Riti. Her brother had taken her to London, escaping the stifling confines of our home city, and I had followed, unable to resist the pull of her fragile healing.

For three weeks, I'd been in India, a whirlwind of business meetings and high-stakes deals, my mind consumed by figures and forecasts. Now, I was free, the weight of work momentarily lifted, and I was here, by her side. The London air felt crisp and new, a stark contrast to the familiar scent of worry that had become my constant companion.

Dhriti was in therapy, a slow and arduous process, but it was showing its effects. Her episodes, the terrifying flashes of fear and confusion, were becoming less frequent. The light in her eyes, once dimmed by the dark cloud of her trauma, was flickering back to life. She was slowly becoming the OG Dhriti Krishna I knew, the bright and vibrant woman who had stolen my heart. Seeing her smile, even a faint one, filled me with an immense sense of hope. The journey to her full recovery was far from over, but I knew, with a certainty that warmed my soul, that she would get there. And I would be there, hand in hand, every step of the way.

The rage simmered within me, a volcanic eruption waiting to erupt. Knowing the horrors my Babydoll had endured, knowing the depths of Daksh's cruelty, ignited a fire in my soul that threatened to consume me. The thought of him, that pathetic excuse for a man, hurting her, shattered my resolve. I had held myself back, my Babydoll's well-being was paramount.

But her pain, her whispers of his abuse, were etched into my being, a constant reminder of the injustice. I had to act, to make him pay. My restraint, my patience, had reached its limit. I had meticulously dismantled his empire, brick by brick, every success a small victory against the monster who had hurt her. But ninety per cent was not enough. My thirst for retribution was insatiable, a black hole yearning to devour him whole. Until I saw his blood, until his screams echoed my own agony, justice wouldn't be served. Daksh had made her life a living hell, and now, it was his turn to experience the flames of his own creation. I was no longer a man controlled by compassion; I was a storm, and he was the eye at the centre, the target of my relentless wrath.

As the memories of her harrowing ordeal flooded my mind, a surge of anger coursed through my veins. I remembered the chilling stories she had shared, the unspeakable horrors she had endured at the hands of those heartless monsters.

They had not only violated her innocence but had also callously abandoned her like a discarded toy, leaving her alone to face the consequences of their cruelty. The thought of her desperation, of her contemplating ending her own life filled me with unspeakable rage. It was all their fault, that vile 'Red Marvel' who had orchestrated this heinous crime and the Takur Family who had provided him with refuge. They had shattered her life, leaving behind an irreparable wound that forever haunted her. I could feel the fire of vengeance burning within me, a righteous fury that demanded retribution for the unimaginable suffering they had inflicted upon my Babydoll.

I'm sure now everything happens for a reason. This all was fate’s play otherwise why should I join Red Marvel’s gang then why should I go against him? Why did I want to destroy him? Why did I search for that one girl? Because it was all in fate. I was doing these all for her, I became a gangster just for her even though I didn't know that I was doing this all for my girl.