Serenades Of Love

⚫CHAPTER 33⚫

:Fragments Of The Past:

Sania stepped closer to the couple maintaing her strongly skeptic eyesight on Rudra.
"So, this was your IMPORTANT MEETING??"  Sarcasm dropped from her voice. Rudra looked back and forth at her and Vinnie, all helpless to layer a good excuse upon it. A part of him, was revealed.

"If you would've told me about this before then I just wouldn't have come and wasted my time." She reacted a bit fiercely. 

Rudra licked his lips and sighed.

"Sania, let's talk about this later."
"No! We'll talk about this now." Vinnie interfered sharply, dominating her existence on the environment. Rudra gulped in fear.

"Who is she?? And what is she talking about??"   She interjected calmly, yet fiercely.

Rudra attempted to speak his part with a breath which got broken by the interruption of a new voice among them.

"First of all, the one you're questioning about is standing in front of you. Say that directly to me and not anyone else. Secondly, I was talking to him. You shouldn't have interfered neither you're supposed to talk to him like this." Sania said it maintaining her composure.

Vinnie halted for a second.
"I'm talking to my boyfriend."
Rudra's expressions softened hearing "boyfriend" from her mouth. A smile crept his lips.

"And talking about interfering, then you are the one who just broke into the room without any knock. So, better not to scratch the point more."  She completed her words shutting her up.

"Oh really!! Your boyfriend!? Then you must know that we're marrying each other.". The words rang to Vinnie's ears, pulling away the rag underneath her feet. She felt something inside her being ripped off.

Meanwhile,....

"AAAAHHHHHH!!!! AHHH!!!"   The painful screams swayed the walls of the room.
Chained up to the wall, shackled legs, and a body with innumerable bruises; some old... Some new. He was being tortured with belts.

Another man in the dark remained seated on his comfortable chair smoking cigarette with eyes closed.

He rolled his eyes on the walls... Not on the walls but actually on the pictures of his prey; Jasmine!!

"You thought you could escape me, Cherry??"
He got up slowly stepping towards those pictures stick to the wall. He cupped one of the pictures sensually.

"Remove your dirty hands from her picture and your eyes from her, you Bastard!!" Another weak, yet firm voice banged up pulling his attention towards himself.
He moved his gaze towards him.

"Mehrotra uncle, I just can't understand what exact shit did the King of Jaipur fed you. So stable to shout even after so many attacks during these years??" He joked with a small chuckle leaving his mouth. 
Mr. Mehrotra looked up with red, teary eyes. His physique has grown to be weak and fragile.
"It's not physique, Greed. It's my fate and the bliss of God that kept me alive." 

A dim light fell upon Greed's face, his eyes darkened. He grabbed Mr. Mehrotra's jaw and punched his face casing him to throw out blood.

"It's not any bliss of God, Uncle asshole!! It's my fucking wish. I want you to enjoy the rest of the destruction of your land and your pride too." 

Mr. Mehrotra had become fragile due to all the tortures upon him. He panted in pain. Still, his injured pair of eyes looked up at him with a small smirk, eventually curling up to his lips as he intensified his eyes on Greed.