RadhaKrishn

I Want You

Unknown Pov

Kidnapping her son wasn't a big deal for me. All it took was just a snap of my fingers.

I want my birdie back, and I won't let anyone else take what's mine. She's mine, and I will stop at nothing to remind her of that.

Krishna's POV

Rose had fallen unconscious about an hour ago. I had been pacing the length of the room since, unable to shake off the uneasiness gripping my heart. Every passing second felt like an eternity, and the silence in the room was deafening, broken only by her occasional murmurs.

Her brow furrowed, her hands gripping the sheets tightly as if she were fighting something—or someone—in her dreams. She tossed and turned, soft whimpers escaping her lips. And then, like a sudden storm, she shouted, her voice cutting through the quiet.

"Di!"

She bolted upright, her eyes wide and terrified, tears streaming down her face.

I was beside her in an instant, wrapping my arms around her trembling frame. "It's okay, Rose. I'm here. No one's going to hurt you," I murmured, holding her close, willing my strength to calm her fear.

Her breathing was uneven as she clutched my shirt, her voice barely a whisper, "Aavi... Krishna, where is my son? Have you found him? Tell me you've found him."

Her worry was etched into her face, her desperation clawing at my soul. I cupped her face gently, meeting her tear-filled eyes with unwavering resolve. "We're searching for him, Rose. I swear, not even a hair on Aavi's head will be harmed. I promise you, I'll bring our son back."

As my words hung in the air, the silence was shattered by the shrill ring of my phone. The sound was jarring, pulling both of us into a sharper reality. I picked it up without hesitation, my heart pounding in anticipation.

"Krishna Gupta Vardhan," a voice drawled on the other end, deliberate and dripping with malice.

"Yes, who is this?" I demanded, my tone sharp and unforgiving.

"Put your phone on speaker, Mr. Vardhan," the voice instructed, calm yet laced with authority.

Something about it sent a chill down my spine. I glanced at Rose, who clung to me, her eyes pleading for answers. Without hesitation, I pressed the speaker button, my mind already racing through possibilities.

The room fell silent except for the faint static of the line, and then the voice returned, darker and more sinister.

"Hey Birdie, long time no see."

The voice on the other end of the phone was smooth, taunting, and painfully familiar. It sent a shiver down my spine as I watched Rose's face crumble. Her already pale complexion turned ashen, her lips trembling. Fear. Pure, unadulterated fear.

Her hands clutched at the hem of my shirt, gripping it so tightly her knuckles turned white. The name "Birdie" rang in the air like a cruel echo, pulling her into a place I couldn't reach—a place where this man still haunted her.

"I know you haven't forgotten me. How could you, right?" His voice dripped with amusement, as if this was all some twisted game. "It's been so long, and yet... here we are. Oh, Birdie, I was heartbroken to hear you got married. And a son? Really, Birdie? A son?"

His laughter crackled through the line, sharp and cutting. "You cheated on me. You betrayed me. You're mine, Birdie. You've always been mine. And yet, you..." He paused for effect, savoring the pain he was inflicting. "Anyways, your son—what's his name again? Aavi, right? Adorable name. Well, don't worry, Birdie, he's safe. For now."

His words hit like a thunderclap. I felt Rose's grip tighten as she let out a strangled gasp. Her entire body was trembling now, her breathing shallow and erratic.

"Why?" Her voice cracked, barely audible as she spoke. "Why are you doing this? First my Di... now my son? What do you want?"

Her desperation cut through the air like a blade, and for a moment, there was silence. A silence so heavy it was suffocating.

Then he spoke again, slower this time, deliberate, each word laced with menace.

"I want you, Birdie. Only you."

His tone was eerily calm, the madness behind it seeping through every syllable. "I've always wanted you. And I'll keep taking—your sister, your son, everything—until you come back to me."

The line went dead, but his words lingered, reverberating through the room like a sinister promise. Rose's knees buckled, and I caught her before she hit the ground, her body trembling against mine.

"It's okay, Rose. We'll get him back. I'll make him pay for this," I whispered fiercely, holding her close. But inside, fury and fear waged war. Whoever this man was, he had made the biggest mistake of his life by threatening my family.