Her Only Saviour

84. Premeditated consequences

𝕭𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖎 𝖇𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖎 𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖍𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎..
𝕶𝖆𝖓𝖐𝖍𝖎𝖞𝖔𝖓 𝖘𝖊 𝖙𝖊𝖟 𝖙𝖊𝖊𝖗 𝖐𝖎𝖙𝖓𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖍𝖔𝖉𝖊

𝕯𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖎 𝖉𝖍𝖆𝖆𝖓𝖎 𝖇𝖆𝖆𝖙𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖎..
𝖀𝖉𝖙𝖊-𝖕𝖍𝖎𝖗𝖙𝖊 𝖕𝖆𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖍𝖎𝖞𝖔𝖓 𝖐𝖊 𝖗𝖚𝖐𝖍 𝖇𝖍𝖎 𝖒𝖔𝖉𝖊

𝕬𝖉𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖎 𝖙𝖍𝖎 𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖆 𝖘𝖎
𝕸𝖆𝖎𝖓 𝖕𝖔𝖔𝖗𝖎 𝖍𝖔 𝖗𝖆𝖍𝖎 𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖓
𝕿𝖊𝖗𝖎 𝖘𝖆𝖆𝖉𝖆𝖌𝖎 𝖒𝖊𝖎𝖓 𝖍𝖔𝖐𝖊 𝖈𝖍𝖔𝖔𝖗...

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The silence, broken only by the low hum of the flickering tube light, was oppressive.
Fear crept like poison under the skin of the three men shackled in the cell.

They weren't used to silence. Not the kind that preceded a storm.

Ranjit's eyes narrowed, scanning every inch of the woman standing before them.

This wasn't the Nandini they had crushed with boots and broken with fists.

This was something else entirely. They knew. But now experiencing.

Something terrifying.

"You're making a mistake," Subham Chettri finally said, his voice shaky but louder than he felt.
"I'm a legal advisor. You can't kill me. You'll have to face consequences-serious ones."

His voice gained a hint of confidence as he added, "I was with a reputed firm. You don't know who I used to work for-"

A slow clap echoed through the chamber, cutting his words in half.

The sound was feminine, precise, and laced with cruel amusement.

High heels clicked sharply against the dungeon floor as a tall, striking woman stepped through the threshold.
Volcanic beauty, with jet-black hair cascading over one shoulder and blood-red lipstick that matched the fire in her eyes.

𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙤𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙉𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙖 𝙆𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙤𝙧.

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙤𝙨𝙩 𝙛𝙚𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙜𝙖𝙡 𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙥𝙤𝙣 𝙞𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩𝙧𝙮.

Subham's face went pale. As well as Rishi's.

"Oh no," she cooed mockingly, "You were with a reputed firm? Darling, you used to fetch coffee in my firm."

She stepped closer, her eyes glinting with cruel delight.

"I hope you remember me well, baby boy. Naina Kapoor. Ring a bell?"

Subham stuttered, his throat drying up as his eyes darted toward Nandini, then back to the woman now circling him like a lioness.

"You forged my signature once. Remember that? Got away with it because I was 'too busy' to drag you to court. And also what not but anyways Congratulations, you just made the worst mistake of your life."

She bent down, her voice dropping to a sensual hiss.

"And don't worry. If you die here-which, trust me, I'll personally enjoy watching-I'll make sure to close your case myself. No paperwork will survive, no legacy left to cry over. I'll bury your existence in law the way you tried to bury hers in blood."

She stood up with a smirk that could curdle milk.

"And since you love talking legal jargon so much, here's one for you-premeditated consequences, sweetheart. Yours."