HUKUMAT : WAR FOR THRONES

IT'S OVER

Four Months Later

The weapon room hummed with a chilling symphony of clinking metal and the faint hiss of chemicals. Dim light reflected off rows of guns, blades, and tools of destruction. Rihaan, Ishaan, Anika, Grey, Jerry, Deva, and Marchel moved like shadows, their faces cold, their intentions darker.

“It’s time to uproot them,” Anika said, her voice sharp as the dagger she twirled. Her pale face was devoid of mercy, her burning eyes betraying an unrelenting thirst for vengeance.

“Geetanjali Devi won’t just suffer—she’ll beg for death,” Jerry murmured. The faint smile playing on her lips was a ghost of the once gentle woman she had been. Removing her glasses, she carefully locked a suitcase brimming with vials of lethal chemicals. “Every scar on our bodies will be repaid a thousandfold.”

Rihaan leaned against the wall, tightening the strap of the electronic belt on his wrist. His jaw clenched as he spoke, his voice low but dripping with lethal intent. “They’ll pay for every scream, every tear. Manvika’s pain will be their eternal curse.”

Across the room, Anika silently loaded her arsenal. Her hair was tied back in a knot reinforced with hidden weapons. Blades gleamed in her boots, her watch, and even the seams of her jacket. Clad in black, she examined herself in the cracked mirror. Her reflection stared back with unblinking resolve.

"Wait for me, Ritansh. I’m coming to bring you back," she whispered, her fingers brushing over the poison-laced knives strapped to her wrist. Her gaze burned with a fire that would consume anyone in her way.

The group moved silently toward the first-floor corridor. Below them, Akshi, Rupali, Varsha, Shivi, and Soumya tried in vain to coax Manvika into eating. Her frail figure seemed to shrink further into the chair, her hands protectively cradling her womb.

Anika descended the stairs with deliberate steps, the echo of her boots cutting through the tense air. Snatching the plate from Rupali, she turned Manvika’s chair forcefully, tilting her chin up.

"You will eat," Anika ordered coldly, spooning food into Manvika’s mouth with unrelenting force. Then, her finger tapped against Manvika’s womb.
“Iss pet mein jo 8 saal pehle Ritansh tha, woh dobara humein milega. Kasam hai mujhe, jis din yeh baccha iss duniya mein aayega, Ritansh wapas hoga.”

Manvika’s trembling hands reached for her, but Anika stepped back, her voice soft but resolute.
“Don’t touch me. I’m not someone you should get close to. Wait for three hours—I have a surprise for you.” She leaned forward, kissing Manvika’s forehead briefly, before walking away.

“Jerry, Deva, Marchel,” Anika barked as she turned, her smirk lethal. “It’s time to paint the town red. Let’s begin.”

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Twenty Minutes Later

Under the cover of night, they stood before the gates of Geetanjali Devi’s haveli. The silence was suffocating, the air heavy with impending doom.

Anika’s voice cut through the night like a blade. “Bahar aao, Geetanjali Devi. Tumhare aakhri pal shuru ho chuke hain.” Her words echoed, each one a promise of ruin.

She kicked open the iron gates, striding inside with calculated ferocity. Guards swarmed the courtyard, but they were no match for her precision. One by one, they fell, their blood staining the marble floors. Her team followed, leaving a trail of destruction in their wake.

Reaching the khedkhaana, Anika fired a single shot to break open the lock. The heavy door creaked open, revealing a figure slumped in chains. Sanjeev’s hollow eyes squinted against the light, his frail body trembling as he tried to focus.