Destined with Fate ♡

Torturing death

Author's Pov

Vivaan and Advika walked through the grand entrance of one of Vivaan's many spare houses, their presence commanding respect. The air around them was thick with authority, a silent testament to Vivaan's stature and the power he wielded. Advika felt a mixture of emotions as they moved forward, her hand nestled securely in his. She couldn't help but notice the way the guards stationed at various points straightened at their approach, their heads bowing slightly in deference. It was a gesture that wasn't lost on her, and for a moment, a small, impressed smile tugged at the corners of her lips.

Vivaan led her down a series of hallways, each more lavish than the last, until they reached a room at the far end of the corridor. Two guards stood watch, their expressions unreadable as they acknowledged Vivaan with a respectful nod. With a subtle gesture from him, they unlocked the door and swung it open, revealing the room beyond.

As Advika stepped inside, her gaze landed on the man seated at the far end of the room. Instantly, her blood began to boil. The sight of the ACP, the man who had attempted to molest and threaten her and her best friend Tara, brought a surge of anger and disgust. He sat there, looking far less imposing than he had the last time she'd seen him. Stripped of his uniform and aura of authority, he appeared almost pitiful.Advika's grip tightened around Vivaan's hand, her knuckles whitening.

The room seemed to close in around her, her anger bubbling just beneath the surface. She wanted to scream, to lash out, but instead, she stood tall, her back straight and chin high. She refused to show any sign of weakness in front of him.

The ACP's eyes flickered with a mixture of recognition and discomfort, as if he could feel the weight of his actions pressing down on him in this very moment.Vivaan, sensing her tension, gently squeezed her hand, grounding her. He stepped forward, his voice calm but carrying an edge that demanded attention.

"Welcome, ACP," he began, his tone icy. "I believe we have some unfinished business." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken threats and promises of retribution.

Advika watched, her eyes never leaving the ACP's face, as the man shifted uncomfortably in his chair. The power dynamic had shifted, and she knew, for the first time in a long while, that she was no longer the victim. Today, she had the upper hand.

Advika's eyes burned with fury as she strode across the room, her footsteps echoing ominously in the otherwise silent space. The ACP's eyes widened in surprise, and before he could react, her hand came crashing down on his face with a resounding slap. The force of it echoed through the room, leaving a reddening mark on his cheek. The shock and sting of the blow left him momentarily stunned, his head snapping to the side.

Vivaan stood back, watching the scene unfold with a glint of admiration in his eyes. He was impressed by Advika's boldness and the strength of her resolve. She wasn't just standing up for herself; she was standing up for her friend, for the justice they both deserved. His expression remained calm, but a slight, approving smile tugged at the corners of his lips.Advika's voice was low and venomous as she leaned closer to the ACP, her eyes locking onto his with a fierce intensity.

"That," she snarled, "was for me. But for what you did to Tara... I'll make sure you pay tenfold." Her words were a promise, a declaration of the vengeance she intended to exact. The threat in her voice was palpable, sending a shiver down the ACP's spine.

Vivaan, still composed, gave a slight nod to his men. At his silent command, they stepped forward and grabbed the ACP by his arms, dragging him towards another room. The ACP struggled, trying to free himself, but the guards' grip was ironclad. They pulled him into a dimly lit room, dominated by a single bed in the center. Next to the bed stood a small table, meticulously arranged with an assortment of surgical instruments. The cold metal gleamed under the sparse lighting, adding a sinister touch to the already tense atmosphere.