The Audacious Hearts

Clueless

Ruhanika's POV 🥀

I hid in the shadows as a nurse made its way inside the ward and checked him. He was in coma, no doubt about that. I was the one who send him there.Yet, the urge to make him rise from the deadly state, only to torture him again burnt inside me.

Jagjeet Khanna. The so-called father of my sister. Yes, he gave her a shelter, he gave her food and paid for her education but just because he did the bare minimum doesn't make him a saint. He gave her a shelter and then made her a maid to take care of that shelter. He gave her food but made sure he reclaim every morsel of it. He gave her education only to cut her wings and cage her in. And when the beatings, the torture, the burns, the scars weren't enough, he sold her.

He fucking sold her. As if she wasn't a human but a thing. It was Dev who rescued her and that was the first time Di let her guards down for him. He was about to inform the cops but jagjeet Khanna fell on his knees and begged not to. And my sister forgave him because she owed him that. Or so she thought. After that, she knew better to trust him but that manipulative bastard convinced her to go back while Dev made sure, she didn't face any problem. Not until he talks to his family atleast.

And that was that. The nurse leaves the room and I pulled my hood down to cover my face properly.

After the 'accident' as they termed it, Jagjeet Khanna went into coma. I still don't know how was he able to escape from my captivity but he did. He stole a truck and being already bled to death, ran the car off a cliff with loaded chemicals. Still survived.

I looked around to see if anyone was watching me, and then slid past the shadows, into his room. The IV drip was connected to his hand and the constant beeping of the monitor told me he was stable but not recovered. Or maybe he did? He's just acting. His eyes were open tho, looking into nothingness. According to the damn doctor's, he can't feel.

According to that file, someone knew that he was kidnapped before accident and while the doctors declared that he was burnt severely by the acids in that truck and no one suspected his injuries much, yet the word is out that someone tortured him and then made it look like a accident.

No one knows exactly who but there are hushed whispers of someone being from the dark World. But the whole world is dark, isn't it? Some people hids their demons under the warm smiles while other radiates them freely. Some controls them while others are being controlled by them.

I went closer to the breathing skeleton and looked at his pale face and open eyes. I touched his arm but he had no reaction. I smirked. Nice.

I picked a scalpel from the tray and rests it's tip on his wrist. He didn't react. Nicer.

I grazed it up his hairy arm to her neck. All the veins are visible due to his malnutritioned structure, I just had to pick the right one. I looked at his eyes again but they were looking at a same up spot on the ceiling. I pressed the tip of the scalpel sharper into a vein popping on the right side of his neck and leaned closer to his ear, far enough to look at his face sideways.

"Time to wake up." I whispered. "Or be up forever." I clenched  as the blade dug deeper into his vein popping out blood.  His breathing fastens as he gasps for air and the monitors beeped faster. Nicest.

"Learn how to respect a women in your next life." I gritted and his gasps increases as his mouth lunges for air and his eyeballs rolls back into his skull. I pressed the scalpel more and the irregular lines travelled across the monitor.

"Learn that respecting a women, won't make you any less man." His body started to tremble and the irregular lines on the monitor ran rapidly. "And learn that having a  daughter won't make you her owner ." I said and just when the man had his second last breath, I pulled the knife back.