The Unwanted Royal Marriage

11. It's a Revenge.

"कल इन्हीं गलियों में, 

इन मसली कलियों में ,तो ये धूम थी

जो रूह प्यासी है, जिसमें उदासी है

वो है घूमती....सबको तलाश वही

  समझे ये काश कोई

ये है गुमराहों का रास्ता"

Adhyay's pov

As we pressed forward, her authority was palpable, her focus unshakable. She led us deeper into the darkened space, moving with a fierce determination that made it clear she was here to help and see justice done. The man beside her—Bhai sa—moved in sync with her, his expression mirroring her fierce dedication. It was a powerful dynamic, and I felt a surge of trust in this team, knowing they had faced the worst and come out stronger each time.

With each step, the gravity of our mission sank in deeper. This wasn't just another rescue; this was an operation that demanded everything from each of us. Together, we were prepared to face whatever lay ahead, united by the unspoken promise to bring an end to this horror once and for all.

"Whose there?" came a voice.

The three of us spun toward the voice, instincts sharp and adrenaline surging. There, standing with an unsettling calmness, was Anup Grover—a man in his forties, his face etched with lines that spoke of a life accustomed to control, cruelty, and corruption. He regarded us with a faint, curious smirk as if daring us to challenge him. It was the audacity in his gaze that made my stomach twist; this man had orchestrated horrors, smuggling women with cold precision, and yet here he stood, unfazed, eyeing us like spectators in his twisted game.

The silence felt heavy, charged, as he held our gaze. His presence exuded a sinister authority, an arrogance born from evading justice for far too long. But as he took a step forward, his smile faltering ever so slightly, I sensed he understood that this time, it wouldn't be so easy. The team around me stiffened, and I could almost feel the palpable surge of resolve in the air.

She stepped forward, her eyes locking onto him with a glare that spoke volumes. She exuded twice as much strength for every ounce of power he believed he held—a silent but lethal promise that his time was up. Beside her, Bhai sa and Rajat tightened their grips, readying themselves for whatever came next.

I raised my hand, signalling my men to surround the area, each moving with precision, closing in to ensure there was no escape. Anup Grover's smug expression flickered as he watched them fan out, but he kept his posture straight, his confidence barely wavering.

With deliberate calm, I took a step forward, letting my voice ring out, steady and sharp.

"Know me, Grover?"I asked.

He hesitated, a brief flash of recognition crossing his face, though he quickly masked it with a look of defiance. But I could tell he was beginning to realize the gravity of his situation. Whatever authority he thought he had, whatever twisted games he had played, it was all crumbling before him.

As my words hung in the air, I saw him shift his weight, his eyes darting briefly to assess his surroundings. He may have controlled the fates of countless women, but now he found himself ensnared. I could feel the eyes of my team around me, each of them resolute, waiting on my signal. And in that moment, I knew this would be the end of Anup Grover's reign of terror.