𝐌𝐚𝐟𝐢𝐚 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠'𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐛𝐢𝐰𝐢

"66. Fury and Defiance"

"Jalega har ek dushman ka guroor,
Badle ka aisa hai mujhe fitoor,
Khoon se khelunga aaj aisi holi,
Meri nafrat ka hi chayega noor"

-Vaidehi
(-Fictionflare_)
(Rudraksh)

In a secluded area, hidden behind an under-construction building, lay a dark, suffocating room. The air inside was thick with heat, carrying the scent of damp concrete and dust. No sunlight pierced through the cracks; the place was engulfed in absolute darkness. At the center of the room, a lone figure sat slumped in a chair. His hands were bound tightly to the armrests, thick ropes digging into his wrists, while his legs were tied together, rendering him immobile. His once neatly combed hair was now disheveled, damp with sweat that trickled down his forehead and onto his flushed neck.

The sweltering heat had turned his crisp white shirt into a second skin, clinging to his chest and back, now drenched in perspiration. Each heavy breath he took was laced with exhaustion and unease, his mind racing as he struggled against his restraints.

(Readers be like: Ha author aap ise hot dikha lo pehle)

His eyes fluttered, and he gradually opened them. Yes, it was Rudraksh. He blinked a few times, trying to shake off the dizziness clouding his mind. A dull ache throbbed in his head as he struggled to focus. Darkness surrounded him. He looked around, trying to make sense of his surroundings, but there was nothing, just an eerie silence and the cold air pressing against his skin. His hands were tightly bound with rough ropes, cutting into his skin. He tried to move them, twisting his wrists in an attempt to loosen the knots. With great effort, he felt them slacken slightly, but not enough to break free. His breathing grew heavier as he applied more pressure, his muscles straining. Yet, despite his determination, the restraints held firm.

"Ttchchhchchhh Mafia king The Leo ki aisi halat"
(Opps Mafia king the Leo's such condition)

A voice echoed in the dimly lit space, catching Rudraksh's attention. He immediately looked ahead, his eyes narrowing. Suddenly, a faint light flickered on, casting eerie shadows around the room. A figure slowly emerged from the darkness, stepping forward with an air of mystery.

Rudraksh: "Vijaypratap, kar di na buzdilo wali harkat."
(Vijaypratap, you acted like a coward, as expected.)

Yes, the person was Vijaypratap, and soon after, Sukriti also stepped beside him.

Rudraksh: "Dono miya biwi ek jaise, buzdil aur darpok."
(Both husband and wife are the same, cowardly and timid.)

Vijaypratap's jaw tightened as Rudraksh's words continued to provoke him, pushing him closer to the edge. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. Unable to hold back any longer, he took a step forward, eyes burning with rage. Just as he was about to lunge at Rudraksh, Sukriti swiftly grabbed his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

Sukriti: "Ruk Jaiye, JM bhaisaab ko aane dijiye, ye bhadka raha hai aapko."
(Wait! Let JM brother come. He is provoking you.)

Rudraksh let out a sarcastic laugh, clearly amused by the irony of their situation.

Rudraksh: "Ye kaam bhi akele nahi kar paye, manna padega dono bachche tumpar hi gaye the, aur phir unka haal toh pata hi hai kya hua."
(You couldn't even do this alone. I must say, both your children took after you, and well, we all know what happened to them.)

Vijaypratap stepped forward and gripped Rudraksh's jaw firmly.

Vijaypratap: "Mere bachcho ke liye maine kya kuch nahi kiya, par tune unhe maar diya, uska hisaab dena hoga tujhe."
(I did everything for my children, yet you killed them. You will have to pay for it.)