The Eternal Bond: A Saga of Love and Passion

Chapter-46

This chapter contains torture scene, so don't read it if you all are not comfortable, you all can continue from the second part ⚠️⚠️

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Dhruv walked along with Arjun towards the room kabir was kept through the dimly lite corridor of his warehouses going towards the underground dungeon.

The dungeon was a dark, suffocating pit of despair. Cold stone walls lined with moss stretched upwards, barely visible in the dim, flickering light of a single torch hanging crookedly from the far wall. The air was thick with the stench of mildew, old blood, and sweat, as if the place itself had absorbed years of suffering. Shadows danced along the rough-hewn walls, playing tricks on the eye, as if the darkness had a life of its own.

In the middle of the room sat kabir bound tightly to a wooden chair, ropes cutting into his wrists and ankles. His clothes were ragged, and his leg was soaked with fresh blood, a bullet wound gaping just above his knee. He whimpered in pain, his head slumped forward, breaths ragged and shallow. His body trembled, whether from pain or fear, it was impossible to tell.

Suddenly he heard the door of his room open and in came dhruv and Arjun with murderous glares on their faces. Every breath seemed to catch in his throat, as if he feared what might come next.

Dhruv stood over him, his figure towering in the faint light, the gleam of the gun in his hand still visible as he lowered it slightly. His face was stone-cold, eyes burning with a fury that made the air feel even heavier. The room seemed to hold its breath, as if the dungeon itself was waiting for what would happen next.

"You thought you could just destroy her, didn't you?" Dhruv's voice was low, dangerous, each word dripping with barely restrained rage.

"You thought no one would come for you, that no one would make you pay for what you did to her." Dhurv said with a smirk

Kabir whimpered, his face twisted in pain, blood oozing from the wound in his leg.

"I...I didn't mean for it to go that far," he gasped, struggling to speak.

"It was just...just a game..."

"A game?" Dhruv spat the words, taking a step closer. The floor creaked beneath his boots.

"You shattered her life. Shivantika's been lying in a coma for almost 3 days now because of you. Every single day, she's trapped in her own mind, reliving the trauma you caused."

Kabir's breath quickened, his eyes wide with fear now, not just pain. He glanced at the door, as if there was some way to escape this nightmare, but there was no way out. Not for him.

"Please...I never thought..." Kabir stammered.

"You never thought?!" Dhruv's voice rose, raw emotion breaking through.

"You didn't think when you tortured her, when you ripped away every shred of her hope? She trusted you! For Fuck sake she was your friend, She-" Dhruv cut himself off, fists clenched tight around the gun as he struggled to keep control. His mind flashed back to the sight of Shivantika, fragile and still in that hospital bed, her once bright spirit dimmed to a mere shadow. The memory was a knife in his chest.

"Every day, I see her like that, and every day I think of you. Of how you broke her," Dhruv said, his voice now is deadly calm.

"And now, you're going to feel even a fraction of that pain."