RadhaKrishn

The Devil Rises

Radha's Pov

I could barely breathe.

My son. My baby. He was with him.

Devnath Varma—the man who destroyed my past, who haunted my nightmares—had taken the most precious part of my present.

I gripped Krishna's arm as he stood rigid beside me. He hadn't spoken in minutes. He was just staring at the frozen image on the laptop screen—Dev's smirking face as he carried Aavi away.

Then, slowly, he exhaled.

"We're leaving," he announced.

His voice was calm. Too calm. But I could feel the storm inside him.

"Where?" Vihaan asked, already moving, ready for action.

"To burn the world down," Krishna replied.

His words sent shivers down my spine.

Krishna turned to Nithi. "I want every contact on this. Every informant, every source. I don't care if they have to crawl through the filthiest gutters—I want Dev found. Now."

Nithi nodded sharply. "Already on it, bhai."

Krishna took my hands, his grip firm, grounding me. "Rose, listen to me. We will get Aavi back. I swear it. But I need you to be strong. You can't let him win. Not again."

I nodded, swallowing down my fear. "I won't let him take anything else from me."

Krishna's lips pressed into a thin line. His eyes, dark as midnight, held a deadly promise.

"Good. Because after tonight, Devnath Varma will regret ever coming back."

Devnath Varma's Pov

I sat in my dimly lit hideout, swirling a glass of whiskey, waiting.

Waiting for the inevitable.

For her.

I knew Radha. I knew her too well.

She wouldn't let me keep her son. She'd come running, just like I wanted.

The little prince had finally stopped crying, exhaustion taking over. He lay curled up on the couch, his tiny fists clenched.

Pathetic.

This wasn't my blood.

I should have been the one she belonged to. I should have been the one she obeyed.

Instead, she ran.

And Rithu paid the price.

I clenched my jaw. I had loved Rithu, in my own way. But she made her choice—she chose Radha over me.

And now?

Now Radha would have to make a new choice.

Her son's life... or her own freedom.

A knock echoed through the warehouse.

A cruel smile stretched across my lips.

"Come in, Birdie," I murmured. "I've been waiting for you."

Krishna's Pov

We found him.

I stood outside the abandoned warehouse, Vihaan and Nithi beside me, my men surrounding the perimeter.

Inside, he had my son.

I could already taste the blood I was about to spill.

I turned to Vihaan. "Stay with Rose."

Vihaan hesitated, but I gave him a look. "Stay with her. She doesn't go in there."

I wouldn't let her see what I was about to do.

Nithi cracked his knuckles. "Let's end this, bhai."

I stepped forward, pushing the door open.

And I was met with a sight that made my blood turn to ice.

There he was. Sitting in a chair, relaxed, swirling a glass of whiskey.

And next to him—

Aavi.

Curled up. Small. Helpless.

A slow smile spread across Dev's face. "Took you long enough, Mr. Vardhan."

I took a step closer, my hands itching to wrap around his throat. "Let him go."

Dev chuckled. "Now, why would I do that?"

He leaned forward, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You took something from me, Krishna. Something that was mine. And I don't like sharing."

I clenched my fists. "Radha was never yours."

His face twisted with fury. "She was mine! Until you touched her. Polluted her. Ruined her."

He stood, pulling a gun from his pocket, pointing it directly at me.

"Now," he said, his voice deadly calm, "we make a trade. You give me Radha, and I give you your son."

I let out a low laugh, stepping forward. "You think I'd ever let you touch her again?"

Dev's smirk widened. "Then I guess the little prince dies tonight."

The second he turned the gun toward Aavi—

I moved.

Faster than his pathetic mind could react.

One second, he was standing.

The next?

His back hit the ground, and my fist slammed into his face.

I didn't stop.

I wouldn't stop.

Not until he felt every ounce of the pain he had caused.

He had haunted Radha's past.

He had stolen her sister.

He had dared—dared—to take my son.

I didn't just want him dead.

I wanted him to suffer.

I heard Aavi's soft cry, and I forced myself to stop. I couldn't let him see this.

I stood, breathing hard, blood dripping from my fists.

Dev coughed, spitting blood onto the floor.

"You... can kill me..." he rasped, laughing weakly. "But she'll always be mine..."

I pulled out my gun, pressing it to his forehead.

"You don't own her," I growled. "You never did."

And then—

I pulled the trigger.