BHOR : Her time has risen

Chapter Three - The Great Loss

"Pedro, I'm ready to give it all to you, just let my wife go. Please!"

"alright. I accept." Sam knew it was all too easy for Pedro, he had another plan up his sleeve.

"Pedro, please, I'm surrendering to you," he said as he gets on his knees,

"Just look at that, the great Samarth Thakur, the great man that commands every single being, bowing down before me in surrender. Why did you drag the police into this matter?"

"I didn't call the police."

"You LIE ! !" he screamed at Sam jumping up from his chair. "what you don't know friend is that I can put a call through, right now and your wife will not only die, but have a rapeful, sorry... painful death. If you know what I mean." he said with a dirty smirk on his face. "Do you want to hear her voice?" beads of sweat were already forming on his head as he watched his brother dial the number, once the call went through, he put the caller on speaker.

"give the phone to her." he ordered.

"SAMARTH!" she cried, "Sam please help me, help me Sam, I'm scared... Sam? Sam?"

"Sneha! Sneha!" but Pedro ended the call immediately.

"now, her life's in your hands friend. Call them and tell them to retreat. It's a friendly matter or else," he said. Sam quickly called the Inspector.

"listen to me and listen carefully, you and the guards should retreat immediately!... don't friggin' tell me what to do! Her life's in danger so back off! This matter is between my friend and I and it is against the law to interfere in family matters!... GOOD." he ended the call. "listen Pedro, they've done as you wanted them to do. Please just let Sneha go, take me instead, please, I beg of you, my daughter's home alone, it's her birthday, don't do this Pedro, for the sake of our old friendship." he begged feeling entirely helpless,

"bring her in." he ordered, Samarth could only breathe a little. His heart broke into pieces when he saw them bring out his wife, in her white jeans and baby pink t-shirt all dirtied with dust, mud and sweat, and tears and don't forget the tricklet of blood on her forehead, she had a handkerchief tied on her mouth, and her eyes were blindfolded with a black blindfold. She was whimpering as she was led out by the guard who was in charge of her. On her hands was the red rough rope that tied them together, the same went for her legs, he wept for his dear wife, seeing her shiver in fear, he could feel to an extent the trauma she was going through. He made a step towards her , but was stopped by Pedro. He made a signal with his hand that they should let her go. They loosened the rope on her legs and pushed her to go forward, Sam was getting impatient, waiting for his wife to walk to him. All of a sudden sirens were heard outside, Sam panicked when glares from Pedro and his men were directed towards him, the entire building bustled with all of his men running off in different directions. Gunshots were heard already, firing at the police and making an escape route. Sam quickly rushed to Sneha who was walking slowly fell into his arms, he wrapped his arms around her, to feel the back of her shirt excessively soaked. He pulled her a bit away to see blood in his hands, then he looked up to see Pedro aim another bullet on her which went straight into her spinal cord, blood oozed out uncontrollably, he looked in horror as his wife slowly fell to the floor, he placed her head on his thigh, sitting in all the commotion, he took off her blindfold, her face held a painful smile,

"love you better half. Will always do." she whispered very slowly and then held on to his shirt very tight. "take care of her. Keep her far away from Dave." with that, she took her last breath and shut her eyes, as tears slipped down her cheeks.

Andrew hurried to him, and placed a hand on his shoulders,
"I clearly understand how you feel brother. Remember, I lost my wife in the same manner. Those kids I take care of, they're my strength. Although I know one of these days , Pedro will find me and put an end to me, I'll stay away for their sake, until I know they're mature enough and strong enough and they have mastered the art of living on their own before I begin to let my self loose. Samarth, I want you to put Dawn as your first priority. Make sure she's safe, your case isn't exactly like mine, he wants to make you lose all of the people you love, to weaken you, you need to be strong for Dawn. That's your only priority now. Okay? Take Sneha with you, let's finish off the burial rites, then I'll go back to where I hide out for now, until the day I'm ready to face death. Let's go. " Samarth didn't take time to reflect on Andrew's words, he picked up his bleeding, but now dead wife in his hands, with heavy tears in his eyes, he walked out of the building, her blood stains everywhere on him. The police followed behind him, their heads bowed down in grieve.

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Dawn sat patiently on her bed, waiting for her father and mother. Silently hoping that her thoughts wouldn't be justified. She began to hear bustling through out the mansion from outside, the sirens drawing her attention. She heard running footsteps, and her personal maid stared at her in horror. Dawn got up from her bed, and walked to the door.
The maid tried to stop her, but the deadly glare Dawn held on her eyes made her retreat. She found herself running down the stairs waiting patiently for her father at the door post of the living room with a hopeful smile,which later faded as she saw him coming, but not looking the same. She bluntly refused to look down in his hands, even though she could see it, she wanted it to be one of her nightmares but she was now faced reality when she saw him standing in front of her, with heavy red eyes, more tears streaming down his eyes, then she slowly looked down at his hands, her already pale looking mother, covered in her own blood. Her father didn't say a word, he didn't have the courage to. A broken man, what comfort or soothing words could he give to someone else facing exactly the same dilemma as he was facing. She made way for him as he walked to the couch and placed his wife, his late wife. He sat on the floor, holding her hand, and placed his head on her side, breaking down into uncontrollable tears and wails. The sound of a broken man. The police stood afar, vowing their heads down in grief. All the maids and servants dared not go close to him, as they were in a state of grief and shock as well. Dawn who was still in shock held back her tears, went upstairs to her room, and locked herself in as she slid down her door and broke down into painful tears. Tears filled with regrets that she never listened to her mom, and now her mom paid for her stubbornness.

The pain that she was never going to be able to say sorry to her mother, and that she was going to live with the guilt and regret for the rest of her life, it was totally unbearable for her and she felt like dying.