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"Anika is getting married to Nishant tomorrow. It was their engagement today and that's why we found him less actively working today", he replied, his tone deep and full of annoyance.
My blood boiled as I stood up in both surprise and anger. But I froze too.
The audacity of that bastard to think of replacing the vermillion I had filled in her hairline made me want to rip him off. I want to chop his skull and see what his brain had to think of doing such an act.
I don't know how Anika must be feeling because she was engaged to her fucking rapist. She must be going through too much pain and I'm not even there to protect her, embrace her and take away her pain.
I clenched my fists and jaws in fury, the veins in my head throbbed with the rapid pulses. I wasn't able to express what I was feeling. So many emotions ran through me—anger, hatred and somewhat guilt and pain. I didn't feel jealousy because it was clear that she was forced. I did feel bad but for her because she didn't deserve any of whatever was happening to her.
"What the fuck are you spitting? Do you even know that?", I yelled at him.
"Arnav calm down", I heard Arshi trying to hold me from hitting Rehan. No matter the strong bond we shared, I wasn't able to digest the news.
"It's true, man. It's fucking true. I just got the news from my right hand man. He was keeping tabs on her after she was tracked. He had went there as one of Nishant's men and had clicked pictures", he spoke calmly, handing over an envelope.
Snatching it away, I tore it open before my gaze fell on the bunch of pictures.
All of them had moments captured from the engagement ceremony.
She was wearing a beautiful light pink saree, her long hair cascading down her back. That bastard, clad in a beige suit and white shirt was putting the ring in her ring finger.
The next photo showed her doing the vice versa. She was smiling at him. That smile was anything but real. She looked pale and thin, so devoid of any life.
Handing back the pictures, I walked away from there before storming inside my cabin and locking it. I sat down on the bed before raking my fingers through my hair in frustration and fury. My elbows rested on my thighs, the fingers still in my hair as I gazed at the carpeted floor.
I felt like breaking everything and burning e everything down right now.
That bastard has been treating my wife like shit. I swear if I had been able to teleport, I'd have killed him right away. I'd have shown the world that messing with me is fine until it involves my wife and I'm the beast whom no one can even predict in their nightmares.
Taking a wine glass, I filled it with some wine from the glass bottle kept on the bedside stand. I vision was turning red due to the increasing rage inside me. My chest burnt in the desire for revenge.
