he never believed in love, she never understood love what happens when they're put together by the destiny?
Rudraksh Malhotra is one of the top youngest businessman in India. Ruthless, arrogant, ambitious, fierce. Workaholic by nature. He gets ever...
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RUDRAKSH'S POV
TW: Extreme gore, mention of sexual assault. Please skip if you're uncomfortable. Check author's note to know the story in short if you're skipping it.
"Now, now, are you already afraid?" I look at him, "I have just started." I laugh. He spits on my shoes. "You could do better than that." I punch him.
After shivani told me about this man, I had to find him, he had dared to come near her when I was just two minutes away. He was a danger to her. So I asked Mr kapoor to send me the entire CCTV footage of that party, and he wouldn't dare to defy me. When I saw the way he was touching her, it boiled my blood. I found out he was Ranveer's employee, if he is still in contact with Ranveer I need to know where he is and even if he isn't, I am still going to torture this guy. He's deserving of everything that's on his way.
"I am not telling you anything!" He yells, "so loyal, for who? That motherfucker? Who isn't even trying to find you?" I glare at him, "leave me!" He struggles with the chain bound to his hands and legs. I circle around him slowly, "I think I have to raise the bar." I take the knife that's placed on the table along with other torture devices. "Let's play a game, okay?" I stand a few feet away from him, "I will ask you a question, you answer it" I laugh, "if the answer is wrong I will hit you with a knife, you can save yourself by giving the right answer!" I explain.
"You won't do anything!" He yells, seems like he still hasn't understood, I sigh, I close my eyes and aim for his hand and throw the knife, he screams in agony, I open my eyes to look at him, "oh, I think I missed. I aimed for your hand, but your arm isn't too bad. I will consider it." I need to practice my aim.
His eyes are wide with terror, sweat dripping down his forehead. He's a far cry from the confident man who had dared to lay his hands on my precious wife.
"Okay, let's begin!" I exclaim, "I am not in a mood to play Nitin, Now you tell me where Ranveer is?"
Nitin's breaths come in sharp gasps, his eyes darting around the dimly lit room as if searching for an escape that doesn’t exist. He doesn’t answer, his stubborn silence speaking volumes.
"Ranveer," I repeat, my voice steady and cold. "Where is he?"
He clamps his lips shut, his face twisting in a defiant sneer. "Go to hell," he spits out, his voice trembling despite his bravado.
I chuckle softly, shaking my head. "Wrong answer." I step closer, retrieving the knife from his arm with a swift, practiced motion. He screams again, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. "Let’s try this again, shall we?"
I move back to the table, this time picking up a pair of pliers. "Fingers are quite sensitive, you know," I muse, turning the tool in my hands. "A lot of nerves. A lot of pain."
Nitin's defiance begins to crumble as he stares at the pliers, his breaths coming quicker now. "Please," he whispers, his voice breaking. "I don’t know where he is. He... he went underground after that party. He told me to kidnap Shivani but you came so I had to run away. I don't know where he is. No one’s seen him since." My grip on the pliers tightens, thank god I found shivani on time.
I nod thoughtfully, running the pliers over my fingers as if testing their grip. "And who has he been in contact with? Who would know where he is hiding?"
Nitin swallows hard, his eyes filled with a mix of fear and desperation. "I don’t know exactly. He has a network, people he trusts. He's, he's in contact with Varun."
"Varun,” I repeat, storing the name away. “Where can I find him?”
Nitin hesitates, but the look in my eyes convinces him to speak, "He works for Atharva. The mafia boss."
"Ah. I can work with that information!" I exclaim, I smile, pleased with the progress. “See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I drop the pliers back on the table and lean in close to Nitin.
"You've been very helpful. So I am going to give you an easy death." I smirk.
Turning away from him, I wipe my hands on a cloth, feeling a sense of grim satisfaction hearing him beg for his life.
"You see," I run a knife in his stomach, he wails and it's a satisfying sound, "you touched my wife, if you ever thought, I will let you go." I tsked. I take a moment to savor his pleading, the desperation in his eyes a stark contrast to the defiance he showed earlier. "You made a mistake, Nitin. A very grave mistake."
He whimpers as I reach for another knife, his terror palpable. "No, please! I told you everything! Please!"
I lean in close, my voice barely above a whisper. "You hurt Shivani. For that, you will suffer. Ten days, Nitin. That's how long you'll endure before you die."
His eyes widen as he realizes what's coming. I grab him by the hair, forcing him to look at me. "You were brave enough to touch her, but now you're nothing but a coward begging for mercy."
Without another word, I make a swift cut, castrating him. His screams are deafening, echoing through the chamber like a symphony of agony. I order my men to stuff the severed organ into his mouth, his screams muffled by the grotesque gag. Blood pours from his mouth as they begin to sew his lips shut, the needle and thread piercing flesh with each careful stitch.
His muffled wails of pain are almost music to my ears. "You will suffer, just as she suffered," I whisper, finishing the last stitch. His eyes are wild with pain and fear, tears streaming down his face.
I step back, admiring my handiwork. "Take him away," I order my men, who stand ready at the door. "Ensure he lives for exactly ten days. No more, no less. Let him feel every moment of his miserable existence."
The guards drag him away, his muffled cries fading into the distance. I wipe my hands on the cloth once more, feeling a dark satisfaction settling in my chest. Justice has been served, in my own twisted way.
As I walk out of the room, I pull out my phone and make another call, "Atharva, ask you capo Varun about Ranveer Singh Rathore, I need that piece of shit."
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Author's note: In this chapter, Rudra tortures the man to get information about Ranveer's location which he successfully gets. Thank you for reading it. If you ever need to talk do hit my DMs on Instagram.
