Ishq hua (Duet 1)

Chapter 21: Inferno

Arsh:

Something inside me was aching to it's core and I had no interest in facing whatever the issue was.

I wasn't liking this at all.

So what if I almost killed her?

She is a fucking liability, sort of collateral damage. Nothing else.

So what if she got hurt in the crossfire?

Her family is fucking annoying and so is she!

So what if she almost died?

Why does that steal away my ability to think sanely.

What was the need to go to another city and search for the ones who attempted to kill her.

Why was I trying so hard to protect her?

I reached home past midnight, the sprawling estate cloaked in silence, the only sound my measured footsteps against the floor.

Vyom had already informed me about her activities of the day, and I was keeping my eyes on her through her pendant.

That fucking Stalker syndrome just wouldn't leave me alone.

I almost thought I lost her to insanity today itself but then she talked to her brother and atleast she was a little bit normal otherwise I would have never allowed any Agnihotri near her.

Vyom was waiting for me in the study, his dark eyes gleaming with the kind of satisfaction that only came from a successful hunt.

"We found the mole among us." he said, rising from the armchair. He lit a cigarette, the glow briefly illuminating his sharp features. "The rat who has been leaking intel to the cartel. He is in the basement."

I nodded, the tension in my shoulders easing slightly. "And the assasin?"

Vyom smirked. "She is tied up down there too. She refuses to speak so i thought it would he great to give her a show."

I raised an eyebrow. "She is still holding in?"

"Stubborn enough to refuse the food as well." He smirked and it indicated nothing more than he was having his fun dealing with her.

My lips curved into a grim smile. "Are you having fun?"

"For now." Vyom exhaled smoke, gesturing lazily toward the door. "Thought you might want to send her a message too. A front-row seat seemed fitting."

I nodded, my jaw tightening. "Let's get this over with."

The basement was cold, damp, and dark, like always - the kind of place that could strip a man of all hope.

Across the room, the assassin was strapped to another chair, her face a mask of defiance despite the dull on her face, her dark eyes narrowed at Vyom as he sauntered in.

"Miss me?" Vyom asked, smirking as he leaned casually against the wall. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Tonight is not about you. You are just here for the show."

Her lips curled into a sneer, but she said nothing. Vyom's gaze never wavered, his grin widening. "She has got front-row seats,"

I ignored him, my focus on the man in front of me. The man was bound to a steel chair, his wrists raw from the ropes cutting into his flesh.

His head hung low, his shirt soaked with sweat. I grabbed a bucket of water and threw it over him. He jolted awake, gasping for air, his wide eyes darting around the room until they landed on me.

"You know who I am right?" I said, my voice calm, almost conversational.

He nodded frantically. "Please… Sir, I had no other choice..."