Warning ⚠️ - This chapter contains scenes of torture and bloodshed. If you are sensitive to such content, please consider skipping this section.
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Can anyone ever truly imagine transforming from a once-gentle heart to a relentless avenger? The girl I once was—the one who yearned for family, who craved love and warmth—has been buried, replaced by the woman who now stands before the grimy doors of the abandoned warehouse. Every muscle in my body tightens as I think about the hell Mahesh and Sushila Mittal put me through. Every scar they inflicted is now my armor, every humiliation the fuel for my vengeance.
The rhythmic click of my heels resonates off the cold, unforgiving walls, and with each step, the guards stationed around lower their heads in silent reverence. They know that today is the day my enemies will pay. And I won't stop until I've stripped every ounce of dignity, power, and life from the people who shattered mine.
Inside the dark godown, the smell of iron and damp fills the air, mingling with the faint, metallic tang of blood. Sushila and Mahesh sit bound to heavy iron chairs, their hands and legs wrapped in thick, rusted chains that dig into their skin. A glimmer of recognition flashes across Sushila's face, quickly replaced by a look of horror. I drag the edge of a long, ancient sword across the floor, the blade screeching as it scrapes the cement. Their eyes lock onto it, and I see terror bloom in their eyes. A cruel smile tugs at my lips as I raise the sword.
"Did you really think I'd give you an easy death, Mittal?" I mock, the venom in my voice slicing through the tense air.
"Please, Ruhanika!" Sushila's voice trembles, and her eyes glisten with unshed tears. "You're my daughter... Don't do this. You were always such a good girl. Show mercy, please!"
Mercy? Her plea only ignites a darker flame within me. I step forward, gripping her face, my nails digging into her skin until thin lines of red appear beneath my fingers. The sweet, innocent girl who once looked to Sushila as a mother figure is long gone. "Did you show me mercy when I begged you to treat me as your own? Or when you denied me food for days just because I dared to dream of a family?"
