His darkest desire [ Desire 1# ]

CH 29 : DEAD

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// AUTHOR'S POV //

" Dad should I kill her " Mishika spoke smirking at her and Swati looked at her shocked not because Mishika was asking to kill her but she heard her calling him ' dad ' .

What does she mean by that , is she his daughter? Is he her father." D..dad " Swati whispered weakly but enough for them to hear. Mohit smirked at her and slowly walked near her with evil intentions in his eyes and Swati tried to back off.

He bent down to her level and held her hair pulling her closer and she hissed in pain. " Yes I am her father" he said and whispered in her ear. " You know what I was the one who helped Anand to kill your parents " and he chuckled like a psycho.

And Swati's eyes became wide. She knew her own uncle and aunt were the reason for her parents brutal death but didn't know more people were involved in it.

His grip on her hair tightening with every second. " You know you made the biggest mistake of your life by killing him, my only son, Ishaan. " He shouted and she flinched hard.

Tears were forming in her eyes and she felt dizzy. She wanted to free herself from his grip but there was no energy in body to fight against him. " You have sent that asshole Anshul to kill him right, now I will show you the hell "

Swati wanted to reply to him but no energy was left in her to even speak. She really got a high fever from the cold with no food , no water, no warm clothes.

And Mishika came and started dragging her out of the room harshly. She made her way to the basement and threw Swati on the floor with her full force. Swati's head hit against the ground and it started to bleed again.

Her head was already injured when Mishika slammed her head against the wall but now it got more injured. Holding her head Swati started crying silently but sobs were continuously escaping her mouth.

The same basement where they had burnt alive the parents of Anshul, Yash and Yuuvi. Swati could feel her heart clenched when she tried to imagine them burning alive though she didn't even know how they looked.

She felt dizzy, the pain in her heart again started and again she started spitting out blood from her mouth. A trail of blood flowed down her nose and she felt difficulty in breathing. She cried, placing her hand on her chest and gasping loudly for oxygen.

Mishika and his father were laughing at her statement while all the guards present in the same room were having no sign of sympathy for her.

" Your cries are like heaven, I would like to hear it my whole life " Mishika said and clapped two times . " Bring him " she ordered and two more guards entered in the holding of an extremely injured man. His face, his body was full of blood completely hiding his identity, his features.

It was a very horrible site for Swati. She felt nauseous looking at the man fully drenched in blood. His eyes closed, his head and hands hanging like a dead person but he was breathing.

" Leave him " Mohit ordered his guards and they threw him harshly with a jerk and he fell on the, a small painful hiss escaped his mouth. Swati really felt like she needed to vomit. " He is also going to die because of you "

The man lifelessly lies on the ground, his blood flowing through the ground like a river. Swati felt really bad for him, another person who is in this situation because of her.

She really wanted to help him, wanted him to be free but she is really helpless this time. She can't do anything except begging them to at least leave this unknown man but she can't bring herself to that also.