𝐔𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮

•Chapter Twenty-Seven

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In the quiet underground of the warehouse, there she was. Dhivti.

The cold bit into Dhivti's skin like shards of glass. Her wrists ached fiercely where the iron chains dug deep, tethering her to opposite corners of the transparent cube. The glass prison was silent except the drips of water flowing inside.

The water had risen to her waist by now. At first, she was unconscious but the cold water till her thighs had woken her up. She screamed but it was useless. The cube was soundproof. Her teeth clattered violently as she shivered uncontrollably. Her blood had dried, on her forehead and arms.

Akash Gupta knew what he was doing. Giving Dhivti a slow, torturous death. He wanted revenge. From Jahaan. Dhivti was just a scapegoat because he knew, what hurting Dhivti would do to Jahaan.

But what Akash Gupta didn't know is that, Jahaan will move heaven and earth to find the woman he loves. And, he will bring hell to Akash Gupta.

Dhivti, for the first time in a long time hoped. Believed. No matter what, Jahaan will come. He will find her. He will come for her. She knew it for a fact. Because this Dhivti? This is the woman that Jahaan created. The woman that Jahaan loves.

"I know you will come, Jahaan. If I die, you will come to pick my body, but you will come," Dhivti had whispered fraily before she passes out again.

Jahaan

The moment he uttered those words, I lost it.

She is dead.

I lunged towards him and started punching him. Ceaselessly. I don't fucking care if he dies. I don't care that he is my father. The father I absolutely despise.

"I HATE YOU AKASH GUPTA," I scream as I throw a punch on his stomach and he slumps on the floor but I don't stop. I start kicking him. Carelessly. Relentlessly.

I get feral.

He whimpers in pain but I disregard all his pain.

I pull him up from his collar and bashed him against the nearby wall. I pull him back and do the same again. His head collides with the wall. I don't stop. I won't stop until he stops breathing.

I leave him and he falls to the floor.

I unbuckle my belt.

His eyes widen.

"What happened? This used to be your favorite style." I speak, my voice cold. I pull out the belt.

He tortured my mother with a belt. And he used to enjoy it.

"J-ja-haan-"

"Shut the fuck up," I cut him off. My voice is devoid of any emotion.

He tries to move back and I whipped.

He screamed. Just like my mother used to.

I do it again and he yelps in pain. I love it. I love his screams. I love his pain. I fucking love it.

I hit him repeatedly.

I stop just when he is about to pass out.

I kneel near him and hold his jaw, which is all bloody, in a tight grip.

"Do you know what my biggest regret is?"

"Not killing you years ago when I was a child. I should have killed you back then," I say.