The Unlikely Union

25 ~ Darkness and Desire

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Mention of violence and bloodshed !
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The air in the dimly lit basement was thick with tension. The scent of damp concrete mingled with the iron tang of blood, while the mechanical hum of the overhead lights echoed off the walls.

Rajiv sat bound to a metal chair in the center of the room, his pristine suit now torn and stained with dirt and blood. His head hung low, his breaths ragged and labored.

Wajdan stood a few feet away, his gaze cold and unyielding. This was not the same man who had nursed Dua back to health with tender care and gentle whispers. No, this Wajdan was a storm that had been brewing for weeks, and Rajiv was about to feel its full fury.

Rajiv had crossed a line when he laid a hand on Dua, and for that, there would be no forgiveness.

Wajdan's men flanked the room, silent and stoic, their eyes trained on their boss, awaiting his command. They had done their part—tracking Rajiv down and dragging him here to face Wajdan's justice. Now, the rest was in Wajdan's hands.

"You thought you could take her from me?" Wajdan's voice was low, a deadly calm that made the room feel colder. He took a step closer, the click of his shoes on the concrete punctuating his words.

Rajiv coughed, a thin line of blood trickling from the corner of his mouth as he tried to lift his head. "Wajdan... it's not what you think..."

Wajdan's jaw tightened. He grabbed Rajiv by the collar, yanking him upright. "Don't insult my intelligence. You knew exactly what you were doing."

Rajiv's eyes darted around the room, panic settling in. "Please... I didn't mean to—"

Wajdan's fist crashed into his face before he could finish, the crunch of bone and cartilage echoing. Rajiv's groan of pain filled the space as blood dripped from his nose.

"You hurt my wife," Wajdan growled, his voice trembling with a rage that threatened to overflow.

 "You tried to take her from me. Did you really think I wouldn't find you? That I wouldn't make you pay?"

"Meri jaan ko mujhse dur krne ki koshish ki thi. Itni asani se nahi jaane dunga," Wajdan said, his words dripping with venom. His fists clenched and unclenched, barely containing the urge to strike again.

Rajiv whimpered, his body trembling as Wajdan released him, letting him slump back into the chair. "I didn't mean to—"

"Shut up," Wajdan hissed, pacing in front of him. His fists remained tightly curled, the muscles in his arms quivering with tension. "You thought you could break her, destroy our life. You have no idea who you crossed."

Rajiv's weak apologies went unheard as Wajdan's anger took full control. He walked over to a small table against the wall, where a set of tools lay neatly arranged. The cold glint of metal under the dim light cast menacing shadows across the room. Wajdan picked up a slim, sharp blade.

He turned back to Rajiv, a humorless smile spreading across his lips. "This is for Dua," he whispered, his voice so calm it was unsettling.

For the next several minutes, the basement echoed with screams of pain. Wajdan's movements were methodical and calculated, each strike and cut precise, ensuring Rajiv felt every bit of the suffering he had brought upon Dua.