RadhaKrishn

The Devil's Wrath

Krishna's Pov

My blood boiled.

Devnath Varma.

The man who haunted my wife's past. The man who took her sister away. And now, he had the audacity to take my son? My son?

I clenched my fists so tightly that my knuckles turned white. My patience had limits, and Dev just crossed the last one.

Radha sat motionless on the bed, her face pale, her hands gripping the sheets as if they were the only thing keeping her grounded. She was slipping into her past, into a darkness I wouldn't let consume her.

I knelt in front of her, taking her trembling hands in mine.

"Rose." My voice was firm, steady. She needed me strong right now. "He doesn't get to break you again. Do you hear me?"

Her teary eyes met mine, holding a storm of pain and fear.

"He has Aavi," she whispered, her voice cracking. "Krishna, I can't lose him."

"You won't," I swore, my grip tightening. "I will bring our son back. And Dev? He won't live long enough to regret taking him."

Her fingers curled around mine, desperate, seeking the promise I wasn't just making—I was guaranteeing.

A knock at the door interrupted us. Nithi entered, his face grave. Behind him, Vihaan held a laptop, his jaw clenched in frustration.

"We found something," Nithi said, his voice tense.

Radha wiped her tears, pulling herself together like the fighter she was. That's my girl. I helped her to her feet, keeping my arm around her waist as we followed them to my study.

Vihaan placed the laptop on my desk and turned it toward us. A grainy video played on the screen. The security footage from our house.

Radha sucked in a sharp breath when Dev appeared.

Even in the poor-quality footage, I could see the way he moved—like a predator. Calculated. Cold. He was inside our home, blending with the shadows, watching.

Avi was in Nithi's arms, giggling. Happy. Safe.

Until Dev struck.

It happened in seconds.

A sudden movement. A shadow darting forward. A sharp pain on Nithi's face as he was shoved against the wall.

Then Dev took my son.

Radha turned away, pressing a hand to her mouth, her shoulders shaking.

My vision blurred with rage. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my skull.

Nithi's voice was grave. "He's been planning this. Watching us."

I slammed my fist on the desk, the sound echoing through the room. "Then he made the biggest mistake of his life."

Radha looked up at me, her fear still lingering. "What are we going to do?"

I met her gaze, unwavering. "We go hunting."

She shivered slightly at the darkness in my tone.

She had seen the husband in me. The father. The protector.

But now...

She was about to see the Devil.

Devnath Varma's Pov

The boy cried.

Not loud. Just soft little whimpers. Weak. Helpless.

I stared down at him, my lips curling in disgust. This thing is Krishna's blood.

The child of the man who touched what was mine.

"Shhh, little prince," I murmured, tilting his chin up with a finger. "No need to cry. Your mama is coming soon. She wouldn't abandon you, would she?"

Aavi blinked up at me, his big innocent eyes filled with tears.

Something inside me twisted.

Not guilt. I don't feel guilt.

But anger.

This was supposed to be me. Radha was supposed to be mine. She should have been carrying my child.

Instead, she let Krishna touch her. Let him claim her. Defile her.

I exhaled slowly, my grip tightening on the tiny wrist. "It's okay, Aavi," I whispered. "You'll understand soon. Sometimes, people need to be reminded of who they belong to."

I leaned back in my chair, watching the clock tick down.

She would come to me. She would have no choice.

And this time...

She wouldn't escape.