I wanna be yours💝

68.Breaking Bonds and Burdens

Sumedh's pov:
The dimly lit warehouse was suffocatingly silent, save for the faint hum of a flickering bulb overhead. Abhinav was tied to the chair, his wrists and ankles bound tightly with rope. Sweat dripped down his forehead, mingling with dried blood from earlier encounters.
I stood in front of him, his eyes burning with an uncontainable rage. A small table beside him held a variety of tools—a hammer, pliers, a knife, and long needles glinting ominously under the flickering light.

Every time I looked at him, I saw Mallika’s face. Her tear-streaked cheeks, her trembling body as she vomited blood into the sink. I saw the baby we never got to hold, the life ripped away before it could even begin.
And then, I saw Aarohi. Her innocent laughter, unaware of the storm that was about to take her parents away. All because of him.
My blood boiled, my grip tightening around the hammer in my hand.

"You think I’ve forgotten, Abhinav?"
I growled, my voice low but venomous.
Abhinav lifted his head weakly, his lips curling into a mocking smirk despite his bruised face.

"Forgotten what? That you’re just a pathetic excuse for a husband and father?"
My fist collided with his jaw before he could say another word. The chair tipped back slightly with the force of the blow, but he laughed, a sick, mocking sound that ignited the flames inside me further.

"You ruined EVERYTHING!" I shouted, grabbing the collar of his shirt and yanking him forward.

"My baby. My wife. My LIFE!"
He chuckled, his bloody teeth showing.

"Your life was already a mess, Sumedh. I just… sped things up."
I couldn’t control myself. I grabbed a long needle from the table and slammed it into his thigh. The sharp tip pierced his flesh, and he screamed, his voice echoing off the warehouse walls.

"Does it hurt, Abhinav?" I hissed, twisting the needle with deliberate slowness.

"Good. Because it’s nothing compared to what Mallika feels every single day because of you."
He gasped, his head falling forward as blood oozed from the wound. But I wasn’t done. Not yet.

"You knew she was pregnant,"
I said, my voice trembling with anger.

"You KNEW, and you still injected her. You killed my baby before it could even take its first breath."

"That’s what made it so satisfying," he muttered, a weak laugh escaping his lips.
My vision blurred with rage. I grabbed the hammer and slammed it down on his hand, crushing the bones beneath it. His scream was deafening, but it didn’t stop me. I brought it down again, and again, until his hand was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.

"You’ll never touch anyone again,"
I said through gritted teeth, my breath coming in ragged gasps.

Abhinav whimpered, tears streaming down his face as he tried to pull away, but the ropes held him.
I locked the warehouse and left for house.
It was late at night. The house was silent except for the faint hum of the ceiling fan. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror, staring at my reflection. My face was pale, my eyes sunken, and my hands trembled as I gripped the edge of the sink.
The first time I felt the weakness, I dismissed it. The fever? I told myself it was exhaustion. The nausea? Stress, I thought. But now, standing here under the harsh bathroom light, there was no more denying it.

I splashed cold water on my face, trying to steady the dizziness that had become my constant companion. But as I bent forward, a sharp, stabbing pain coursed through my chest. I coughed violently, my hands clutching the sink to keep myself upright.

And then, I saw it—the bright red stain of blood splattered across the porcelain.

For a moment, everything stopped. The world around me blurred, the sound of my own ragged breathing drowning out everything else.