Shadow of redemption

concern

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Rakshit stood in the dimly lit warehouse, his eyes blazing with fury as he towered over Dhanraj and his men, bound and kneeling before him. The air was thick with dread, the kind only Rakshit Khanna—the Phantom—could evoke. The man who dared to challenge him, Rajshekhar, was conspicuously absent, but his escape didn’t lessen Rakshit’s wrath.

“You thought you could touch what’s mine?” Rakshit’s voice was a venomous hiss. “You thought you could hurt her and walk away?”

He gestured sharply, and Raj handed him a knife, its blade gleaming under the dim light. Rakshit crouched before Dhanraj, his expression eerily calm, making the terror in the room palpable. “Let me remind you why they call me the god of death.”

What followed was brutal—a message written in blood and pain, sent directly to the underworld. By the time Rakshit was done, Dhanraj’s men were no longer a threat, and Dhanraj himself was barely breathing, left to crawl away as a warning. But Rajshekhar, despite being wounded, had escaped. The unfinished business left a storm brewing in Rakshit’s mind.

As they left the scene, Rakshit’s demeanor changed. The cold, ruthless mafia boss dissolved into a man consumed by fear. By the time he returned home, his obsessive need to protect Aaravi took over.

Aaravi was startled when Rakshit rushed into the apartment, his eyes scanning every corner. “Rakshit, what’s wrong?” she asked, concern lacing her voice.

He ignored her question and strode towards her, pulling her into a suffocating embrace. “Don’t ever leave my sight,” he murmured, his voice trembling.

“What are you talking about?” Aaravi pulled back slightly to look at him. “I’m here, Rakshit. Why are you so tense?”

Rakshit cupped her face, his intense gaze making her uneasy. “You don’t understand, Aaravi. If anything happens to you... I’ll destroy this world.”

Later that night, as Aaravi moved to the bathroom, Rakshit followed her to the door. “Rakshit, I’ll just be a minute,” she said, puzzled.

“I’ll wait here,” he replied flatly, his hand resting on the doorknob.

Inside, Aaravi stared at the door, bewildered. “What is happening to him?” she whispered to herself.

The next morning, Aaravi tried to leave the kitchen to grab something from the bedroom. Rakshit blocked her path. “Where are you going?”

“Just to the bedroom, Rakshit. Why are you acting like this?” she asked, exasperated.

He didn’t move. “I’ll come with you.”

“Rakshit, you can’t follow me everywhere!” Aaravi’s voice rose slightly, but the moment she saw the fear in his eyes, her frustration melted. She placed a hand on his arm. “What’s going on? Talk to me.”

Rakshit didn’t answer. He just pulled her close, his head resting on her shoulder. “I can’t lose you, Aaravi. You’re all I have.”

Her heart ached at his vulnerability, but she still couldn’t understand what had triggered this madness. Over the next few days, Rakshit’s obsessive behavior only intensified. If Aaravi moved out of his sight for even a second, his anxiety surged. He called her every hour if she wasn’t near him and grew visibly agitated if she didn’t answer immediately.

Aaravi tried her best to soothe him. She cooked his favorite meals, played his preferred music, and even stayed home from work for a few days. But nothing seemed to ease his paranoia. Every time she brought up his behavior, Rakshit deflected or dismissed her questions.