The Unwanted Royal Marriage

12. It's her

"टिम टिमटी सी है ये सर्द रातें 

वो भी हैं यहाँ पे और उनकी बातें 

कुछ तो कहा, कुछ तो सुना 

कुछ हिल गया है मन में जो ना पता"

Meera's pov

I shifted my gaze, turning to bhai sa. We locked eyes, a silent exchange passing between us. I gave him a curt nod, a wordless signal that he understood immediately. We didn't need words. This was our moment too, and the nod was all it took to show my approval, my quiet but fierce acknowledgement that it was finally happening—that the scales were beginning to balance.

He was taking his revenge, savouring
every slice as the blade danced over his
skin, and I couldn't tear my eyes away.
should have felt horror, or pity--but
instead, a dark thrill bubbled up inside
me. The sight of his blood welling up,
spilling over his wounds in dark red
trails, was mesmerizing. Each cut was
its own message, its own declaration
and I wanted to match it.

My fingers twitched with the urge to
hold that blade myself, to feel that
same rush of pain and release. But we'd
made a pact, dividing this ritual
between us. He had his turn now, and
mine would come later. We'd promised
to take it slow, to share this experience.
The anticipation gnawed at me, but I
held back, letting the need grow
stronger, knowing that soon, I'd get to
carve my own truths into my skin, just
as he had.

For now, I watched, revelling in every
slice, every gasp, feeling our shared
hunger rise. This was more than
revenge--it was our bond, a blood pact
that no one else could understand.

Anup Grover wasn't just another criminal lurking in the shadows, trafficking women or dealing drugs. He was a nightmare that had embedded himself deep into my psyche, leaving scars invisible to the world but painfully real to me. For the past four years, he'd been more than a predator; he'd been a constant shadow, his cruelty haunting me, twisting my thoughts, and slowly dismantling every sense of safety I once had.

He knew how to manipulate and break people down, and he seemed to revel in the damage he inflicted. I wasn't just another victim to him—I was a trophy, a reminder of his power and my helplessness. The trauma he inflicted went beyond mere physical pain. He'd made me question myself, forced me into a state of perpetual fear, chipping away at any remnants of innocence or peace. Anup Grover wasn't just a criminal; he was the poison that had seeped into every corner of my mind, making escape feel almost impossible.

This was the day I'd been waiting for. Four years of torment, of sleepless nights replaying every horrifying detail, had all led to this moment. I was finally going to end the twisted game he had started, the one that shattered my life and ripped away my best friend.

That night had replayed in my mind like a broken record—the day he stole her innocence, stripping away her light and leaving her spirit crushed. And then, as I watched helplessly, he had killed her, a brutal display that left her lifeless body a haunting memory seared into my soul. Her screams, the terror in her eyes...they were still with me, haunting every step, every breath I took since
that night.

But today, I would bring it all to an end.
For her, for the innocence he stole, and
for the scars that time hadn't healed,
This was his reckoning

"It's my turn now, Adam!" I declared, my voice steady but seething with anticipation. I took a step closer, locking my gaze on him, watching the realization settle in his eyes. "You've had your fun," I continued, each word dripping with the weight of four years' worth of anger and pain. "Now, it's my time."