ENIGMA

UNYIELDING 1

The streets were quiet as Advik sped
through the city, his car moving swiftly
towards the location being transmitted
to his phone. The tension was palpable
the air heavy with the anticipation of
what was to come. His mind was racing,
not just with thoughts of rescuing
Ruhani, but also with the severe
repercussions that needed to be
enforced to ensure she stayed away from
Ronit for good.

The live location led to a remote
warehouse on the outskirts of the city
Advik's grip tightened on the steering
wheel as the warehouse came into view,
its large, looming structure casting long
shadows in the moonlight. His security
team was already positioned around the
perimeter, their cars discreetly hidden as
they awaited further instructions

Advik parked his car a short distance
away and quickly joined his men. The
head of his security briefed him in
hushed tones. "They just went inside, sir.
We've surrounded the area. No one's
getting out without our knowledge."
Advik nodded, his jaw set in
determination."Send me the exact
location inside. I want to approach
alone."

The team leader handed him a tablet
with a live feed from the security
cameras they had discreetly set up.
Advik could see Ronit's car parked near
the entrance of the warehouse, and
another feed showed a dimly lit room.

"Cover all exits and be ready to move on
my signal," Advik instructed, his voice
low and commanding. His men nodded,
spreading out to secure the area.
Taking a deep breath to steady his
nerves, Advik made his way towards the
warehouse, his footsteps silent on the
gravel. He approached the entrance and
slipped inside, his eyes quickly adjusting
to the darkness. The air was thick with
tension, the sounds of their muffled
conversation growing louder as he
neared the room.

He paused just outside the door,
listening. Ronit's voice was smooth,
almost too smooth, as he tried to coax
Ruhani into trusting him again. But it
was the fear in Ruhani's voice that
caught Advik's attention. She sounded
torn, vulnerable--a woman caught
between the past and the future,
uncertain of whom to trust.

Advik peered through the crack in the
door, his eyes narrowing as he saw
Ronit's hand slide from Ruhani's back to
her belly, a possessive gesture that made
Advik's stomach churn with anger. Ronit
leaned in closer, his voice dripping with
false reassurance as he whispered
something to Ruhani that made her
stiffen.

"Did you really think you could just walk
away from me?" Ronit's voice was low,
dangerous. "You're mine, Ruhani. You
always have been. You're so naive. So foolish to believe I'd ever let you go."

Ruhani's eyes widened in fear as Ronit's
grip tightened on her waist. She tried to
pull away, but he held her fast, his smile
turning sinister.

She tried to twist out of his grasp, but Ronit was too strong, his hold unyielding. "Ronit, please," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Let me go. This isn’t right… you can’t do this."

But Ronit only chuckled darkly, the sound sending chills down her spine. "Oh, but I can," he replied, his voice dripping with malice. "And I have. You’re mine now. There's no running away, no hiding. You belong to me, and I decide what happens to you."

Tears welled up in Ruhani's eyes as fear gripped her. "Ronit, please… you’re scaring me," she pleaded, her voice barely a whisper.

Ronit's smile turned even more sinister as he looked into her tear-filled eyes. "Good," he said coldly. "You should be scared. Because this time, Ruhani, there's no one coming to save you. You're mine, and I’ll never let you go again."

Her mind raced, her thoughts clouded with terror. She had underestimated Ronit’s obsession, and now she was trapped, with no idea how to escape his clutches. The reality of her situation sank in, and for the first time, she felt utterly powerless.

Advik had seen enough. His anger
simmering just below the surface, he
kicked the door open with a force that
echoed through the warehouse. Ronit
whipped his head around, shock flashing
across his face as Advik stormed into the
room, his presence commanding and
furious.

"Ronit!" Advik's voice thundered through
the room, authoritative and commanding. "Stop this now!"

Ronit's head snapped around, his face a
mixture of defiance and panic. He didn't
comply. Instead, he reached for a knife
he had hidden and brandished it
menacingly. "Stay back, or she gets
hurt!" Ronit growled, his eyes wild with
desperation.

Ruhani gasped, her fear palpable as she
shrank back, trembling. "Please, Ronit..
Don't do this," she pleaded, her voice
barely more than a whisper.

Advik's eyes narrowed, his resolve
hardening. "Put the knife down, Ronit. If you don't, I will take action."

Ronit's grip on the knife tightened, his
gaze flickering between Advik and
Ruhani. "You think you can intimidate
me? l'm not afraid of you!"

Advik's patience snapped. "You're making a grave mistake. I'm giving you one last chance to put the knife down."

Ronit's defiance only grew as he
brandished the knife closer to Ruhani. "If
I can't have her, no one will!" he spat, his
voice filled with rage.

Ruhani gasped, her fear palpable as she
shrank back, trembling."Please," she pleaded, her voice barely more than a whisper.

Advik's eyes narrowed, his resolve
hardening. "Put the knife down.
This is your last warning."

Ruhani turned to Advik, her voice
trembling. "Advik, please, leave him
alone. l'l go with you. Jus.. please don't
hurt him. I'll be obedient. I promise."

Advik's gaze was cold and unyielding. He
ignored her plea, continuing to negotiate
with Ronit. "Ronit, you're making this
worse for yourself, Put the knife down
and come peacefully."

Ruhani, desperate, clasped her hands
together, trying to appeal to Advik
"Please, Advik, just let him go. I'll go
with you. I'll do whatever you want.
Just... just let him go."

Advik's patience was wearing thin. He
turned to Ruhani, his voice icy and
commanding. "Enough! Keep
your mouth shut."

He turned back to Ronit, his anger barely
contained. "Ronit.."

Ronit's eyes were wild with rage, but the
reality of the situation was starting to
sink in. Advik's weapon was unwavering,
his demeanor fierce and authoritative.
The tension in the room was electric, the
outcome hanging on a knife's edge.

When Ronit refused to comply, Advik's
expression hardened.

Advik's response was immediate. "That's
enough!"

Without hesitation  he drew his
gun with a swift motion and fired a shot into Ronit's hand. The room erupted in chaos. Ronit dropped the knife, clutching his bleeding hands and  screaming in pain.