His Childish Bride

Ch.73//💕The Final Justice

A/N: This chapter is full of graphic scenes which may be too disturbing for some readers. So, kindly refrain from reading the chapter because later I won't be responsible if you feel nauseated. Also, my mental health is totally alright 🤗

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"So, shall we begin with these two?" Kavyansh asks, his voice smooth and cold like ice. His eyes are locked onto Debanjon and Pradeep, both bound tightly to the chairs in the center of the room. His tone holds no emotion, no grief, no mercy, not even a flicker of humanity for the blood-soaked corpse of his biological mother lying behind him in a twisted heap.

Why should he care?

The woman who gave him life never once gave him love. She fed him lies, used him like a pawn and discarded him like trash. He owes her nothing. Not even decency in death.

Debanjon and Pradeep are trembling. Their faces are pale, lips dry, drenched in sweat. The stench of fear fills the room. They thought the Rathore's were long buried in history, forgotten ghosts of a royal line gone silent. But now they realize they have made a grave mistake.

They were playing checkers.

The Rathores were playing war.

"I must say, for men who strutted around like lions, you look like wet rats now." Kavyansh continues, voice dipped in sarcasm,

"They will pay." Adwait murmurs, stepping forward like a shadow. In his hand, he holds a long, rusted screwdriver, its edges chipped and stained. He twirls it once like a conductor readying for the first note.

Then, without warning, he lunges. The screwdriver plunges deep into the base of Pradeep's spine. The sound is sickening- bone splitting, nerves screaming. Pradeep lets out a howl so raw, so primal that it silences the room for a second.

His body spasms while his legs go limp. He would have collapsed if Adwait wasn't holding him up by the collar, twisting the screwdriver slowly, agonizingly like he is winding a broken toy.

"Already screaming, dear uncle? That was just the appetizer. I haven't even started my performance." Adwait chuckles darkly. His eyes burn with something unholy.

"P-please... stop..." Pradeep gasps, foam gathering at his lips while Adwait's expression darkens.

"Stop? Did you stop when you shattered my father's spine? When you beat my mother? When you carved my childhood into nightmares?" Adwait whispers. He yanks the screwdriver out. The wound spits blood like a geyser.

"Save your breath, Pradeep. You will need it for begging later." Adwait says punching the man.

"Y-y-ou... you are monsters. All of you-" Debanjon jerks against his restraints, his breath quick and shallow but he can't complete his words. Because a knife whistles through the air and slices off Debanjon's left ear clean. It flops to the ground with a sickening plop as blood gushes down his neck. He screams, shrieking wanting to clutch the side of his head.

"Oops. Didn't mean to aim that well. Muscle memory, I guess." Jivika says in a sweet and cheerful tone, standing across the room as she casually wipes a single speck of blood from her cheek.

Abhinav lets out a soft laugh while Pratap claps once, slow and deliberate like he is watching an entertaining play.

And then Varenya stands on her feet. She walks over to the severed ear, picks it up delicately with a tong as if handling fine china. She examines it, then turns to Kavyansh and gives a single, silent nod.