RadhaKrishn

The End of a Nightmare

Radha's Pov

A single gunshot rang through the night.

For a moment, everything was silent.

Then—

"Aavi!"

I pushed past Vihaan, my legs moving before my mind could catch up. I stumbled through the warehouse doors, my breath lodged in my throat. My eyes searched wildly—until they landed on him.

Krishna.

Standing over a lifeless body.

Dev's body.

Blood pooled around him, his twisted smirk frozen in death.

But I didn't care.

My gaze darted to the small figure near the corner.

"Aavi!"

I ran, falling to my knees as I scooped him into my arms. His tiny hands clutched at me, his face buried in my neck, his sobs muffled against my skin.

"Mumma..." he whimpered.

"I'm here, baby. I'm here." My tears mixed with his as I held him tighter, pressing frantic kisses to his soft hair.

My son. My little boy.

Safe.

Krishna crouched beside us, his hands gently brushing over Aavi's back, his touch protective, reassuring.

"It's over," he murmured, his voice rough with emotion. "He's never coming back."

I turned to face him, my heart hammering.

Krishna's knuckles were bloodied, his eyes dark and unreadable. He had done this. For me. For us.

I lifted my trembling hand, brushing my fingers over his jaw. He leaned into my touch, his warmth grounding me.

"Let's go home," he whispered.

And for the first time in a long time, home didn't feel like a distant dream.

Vihaan's Pov

I watched as Bhai carried Bhabhi and Aavi out of the warehouse, his grip on them unyielding. The sight of them—together, safe—was enough to make my chest loosen with relief.

But my gaze shifted back to the lifeless body sprawled across the floor.

Devnath Varma.

A man who had tormented My Bhabhi. Stolen from her. Shattered her.

And now?

Now he was nothing.

I let out a breath, shoving my hands into my pockets.

"Burn it," I ordered the men.

No one would mourn him. No one would even remember him.

This place, his body, his name—it would all turn to ashes.

Just like the nightmare he had forced her to live.

And as the flames consumed the last traces of his existence, I knew one thing for sure.

Bhabhi was finally free.