"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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The wind howled through the empty streets as I made my way toward the godown. My heart pounded in my chest, but not from fear. This was something I had to do-something I needed to do.
Yuvraj's betrayal still echoed in my mind, flashing like a vivid nightmare I couldn't wake up from. Every memory came back sharper than before-the glass shards cutting into my feet, the burning pain, the darkness that consumed me as I fainted. I had been broken, both physically and mentally, and no amount of redemption on his part could erase that.
I thought of Yuvraj's mother, how she had pulled me aside after learning the truth. Her eyes had been filled with the same sorrow that weighed down my soul.
"You deserve better, Aisha," she had said, her voice trembling. "No woman should have to endure what you've been through. I can't stand by my son in this. You should leave him."
That conversation echoed in my mind as I approached the entrance of the godown. Her support had strengthened my resolve. Leaving Yuvraj wasn't a matter of choice anymore-it was survival. But before I walked away from him for good, there was something I needed to do. Chacha Ji. He was the root of all this pain, all this horror.
I pushed open the door of the godown, the creak reverberating in the emptiness. The dim light from a single bulb cast eerie shadows across the room, and there, tied to a chair, was Chacha Ji. His face was bruised, swollen from the beating Yuvraj had given him earlier. But it wasn't enough. Not for what he had done to me. Not for the lives he had destroyed.
He looked up at me, his eyes narrowing. "What do you want now? Haven't you had enough?" His voice was strained, but there was still defiance there.
I stepped closer, my footsteps echoing on the concrete floor. The smell of dampness and dust filled the air. I wanted to feel afraid, but I didn't. Not anymore. Not after everything I had been through.
"You're going to confess," I said coldly, standing in front of him. "You're going to tell me everything. Every single thing you've done to me, to my parents. All of it."
He laughed, though it came out as a hoarse cough. "You think I'm scared of you? You think you can break me like your husband tried to?"
I didn't respond right away. Instead, I reached into the bag I had brought with me and pulled out the items I needed-rope, pliers, a small blade. His eyes widened slightly, and I felt a strange sense of satisfaction at the flicker of fear in his gaze.
"This isn't about scaring you," I said quietly, my fingers brushing over the sharp edge of the blade. "This is about justice."
He sneered. "You think you can get justice like this? By torturing me? You're no better than Yuvraj."
"Maybe not," I said, stepping closer until I was standing over him. "But at least I'm honest about what I want. You destroyed my life, Chacha Ji. You killed my parents, didn't you? You orchestrated their deaths, and you tried to ruin me to get your hands on everything. Admit it."
He clenched his jaw, refusing to answer. I took the pliers and grabbed his hand. His body tensed, and I saw the flash of panic cross his face. Without hesitating, I squeezed, the metal pressing into his skin. A low groan of pain escaped his lips, but still, he refused to speak.
I leaned in, my voice cold and steady. "You don't think I'll do it, do you?"
I tightened the grip on the pliers, twisting slightly, and he cried out. It was the sound I had been waiting for. It wasn't just about revenge-it was about taking back the power he had stolen from me, from my family.
"Fine!" he spat, breathing heavily. "You want the truth? Yes, I killed your parents. I had to. They were standing in the way of the property, the money. They were too close to figuring out the truth about the business. It was either them or me."
His words hit me like a blow, but I didn't flinch. I couldn't. Not now.
"And me?" I asked, my voice dangerously low. "Why did you target me? Was I just another pawn to get what you wanted?"
He sneered again, his lips curling in disdain. "You were weak. Easy to manipulate. I knew Yuvraj would do whatever I told him to, especially if you were in the picture. You were nothing more than a means to an end."
I stared at him, disgust curling in my stomach. But I didn't let the rage consume me. Not yet.
"You used me," I said, my voice trembling slightly. "You made Yuvraj use me."
"Of course I did," he said, his voice filled with arrogance. "Yuvraj never had a spine, not until you came along. Even then, he was too blind to see that he could have had everything if he'd just listened to me."
I couldn't take it anymore. I swung the back of my hand across his face, the sound of the slap echoing in the room. His head snapped to the side, and a trickle of blood formed at the corner of his mouth. But I didn't care.
"This is for my parents," I whispered, lifting the blade to his throat, pressing just hard enough for him to feel the danger. His eyes widened, his bravado finally cracking.
"You're going to tell the police everything," I said, my voice shaking with rage. "Every single thing you've done. And if you don't... I'll make sure this is the last place you ever see."
He swallowed hard, his face pale, the reality of the situation finally sinking in. He nodded slowly, fear written across every feature.
"Good," I said, stepping back and lowering the blade. "Because after today, you'll have nothing left. Just like you left me."
I turned away, leaving him in the darkness, his breaths coming in ragged gasps. This was only the beginning of his downfall.
Now, I had to deal with Yuvraj.
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