Chapter 27 | Protective Arms Around

Rehnuma..

Tu jo mila sab mil gaya

Dil ki namaaze jaake

Pahunchi falak se aage

Toh jaake paaya tujhko

Mere rehnuma..

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Returning from Ashika's apartment, a mix of relief and tension swirled within me. Her pain and grief still lingered, piercing my heart like a dagger. The image of her pale face haunted me, etched in my mind like a persistent specter. I couldn't shake off the feeling of responsibility, the weight of her suffering settling heavy on my shoulders.

In the sanctuary of my room, I gazed at her picture, emotions swirling in a tumultuous dance. Pain, anger, failure – I couldn't define the turmoil within.  Her smile, her laughter, her tears – all etched in my memory, refusing to be erased.

Lying on my bed, determination solidified, hardening into an unyielding resolve. That leech has to face the devil now, and this devil Aahan Singh Randhawa is going to make his life a living hell." Vengeance burned within, a slow-burning fire fueling my every thought. A smug smile spread across my face as I mentally crafted a torture list, each item meticulously designed to inflict maximum suffering.

"That basterd won't die easily," I vowed, my voice barely above a whisper. "He'll beg for mercy, plead for death." My thoughts darkened, consumed by the shadows of retribution.

As exhaustion claimed me, I drifted into a troubled sleep, Ashika's face haunting my dreams. Visions of her tormentor's twisted grin fueled my resolve, steeling me for the battles ahead.

I woke up before dawn, driven by a singular focus: earning jaana forgiveness. Yesterday's events lingered, fueling my determination. Her ignorance was intolerable; I craved her attention, her smile, her laughter. The thought of her silence was suffocating, and I knew I had to act.

After getting ready, I carefully selected a white rose, its purity symbolizing my intentions. I crafted a heartfelt note, pouring my emotions onto the page, My love, forgive me. I can't bear your silence. I placed the rose and note outside her door, hoping for reconciliation, hoping she'd see the sincerity in my words.

At the office, frustration simmered. My calls to her were met with rejection, each ignored intensifying my anger. How dare she dismiss me? No one ignores me, I thought, fury spreading like wildfire. My mind raced with memories of our time together, memories now tainted by her silence.

I slammed my fist on the desk, sending papers scattering. "You can't, sweetheart. You have to pick up my call," I seethed, my voice echoing through the office. Assistants scurried, sensing the storm brewing. My rage intensified, destroying office decor. Shattered glass, overturned chairs, and torn papers reflected my turmoil.

"Who does she think she is?" I roared, pacing furiously. "No one has ever dared ignore me." My entitlement and possessiveness boiled over, fueled by insecurity and fear of rejection. I was a man accustomed to control, attention, and sometimes her behaviour was an affront to my ego. How stubborn she is.

My inner monologue spiralled: "She can't ignore me. I won't allow it. You will get punishment darling a painful but pleasurable punishment. Wait for that" The thought sent a shiver down my spine, an intoxicating feeling.

I glared at my phone, still seething with anger from the earlier confrontation with Ashika's silence. The screen lit up, displaying a call from Raj, one of Ashika's appointed guards. My interest piqued, I answered abruptly, hoping for news that would alleviate my frustration.

"Speak," I growled, my tone leaving no room for hesitation.

Raj's hesitant voice faltered, "B-boss...I-I have some bad news." His trembling was palpable, even through the phone.

My patience wore thin. "If you're not going to open your mouth properly, I'll shut it completely," I warned, my anger simmering just below the surface.

Raj's tremble intensified. "B-boss, the queen is...missing." The words hung in the air like a challenge, igniting a firestorm within me.

My heart sank, panic surging through my veins like ice. "WHAT DO YOU MEAN MISSING?" I thundered, fury exploding. "WHERE IS SHE? WHY AM I PAYING YOU IF YOU CAN'T EVEN KEEP HER IN SIGHT?" My questions poured out in rapid succession, each one fueled by desperation and rage.

Raj stuttered, "W-we were following her, b-boss, but then...Mark got into a conflict with someone, and she vanished." His explanation only fueled my anger.

My mind reeled with worst-case scenarios. "WHERE IS MARK?" I bellowed, demanding answers.

Raj's fear-drenched voice replied, "H-he's...looking for her, b-boss." His words offered little comfort.

"YOU'RE BOTH INCOMPETENT FOOLS!" I roared. "TODAY IS YOUR LAST DAY. FIND HER, OR YOU'RE DEAD TO ME." I slammed the phone down, cutting the call.

Panic and rage warred within me. How could they lose her? Where is she? Who took her? My mind raced with questions, each one amplifying my desperation.

My mind was racing with questions: Who took her? Who's behind this? The thoughts swirled like a vortex, fueling my rage. Suddenly, a name flashed in my mind, and a sinister smile spread across my face. Darkness welled in my eyes as I clenched my fist and cracked my neck. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of my growing fury.

"Now chua ne aapne bill se nikalne ki kosish kar hi Li," I muttered, my voice dripping with malice. The words hung in the air, a promise of retribution. I dialed Mark's number, my eyes narrowing as I listened to his hesitant report. "I know who's behind this, and one more thing I want all the man who is involved in guarding my angel " I growled. "Get me his location. Now." Mark's hesitation was palpable, but I wouldn't tolerate any weakness.

"I'll call you in a minute, Boss," Mark stammered. I cut the call, my patience wearing thin. Well, one thing I knew that cowed was gonna connect himself. My phone buzzed instantly with an unknown number. I knew exactly who it was.

"Randhawa, Randhawa, who's feeling now?" a sarcastic voice taunted. My anger flared, but I maintained my composure.

"Finally, the rat is ready to come out of his hole. I'm impressed. Lekin kahi tera bill kisine today tho nahi." I replied

"Don't cross your limits, Randhawa. Don't forget that girl is in my trap." He chuckled, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

My fury intensified. "You're forgetting your aukat, kutte. Don't you dare touch a single strand of her hair." He laughed, his voice grating on my nerves. "Randhawa, come fast. We'll talk face-to-face. Or come alone." I chuckled, my voice laced with venom. "Tu jaise gaali ke kutte ko marne ke liye maine akela hi kaafi hu."

Our sarcastic conversation continued, each exchange fueling my determination. He  thought he had the upper hand, but I would prove him wrong. I would show him the true meaning of power.

"You're brave behind your goons. Let's see how long you last alone.""

"I'll show you what alone means. You'll beg for mercy." He replied

: "Mercy? You're the one who'll need it." I chuckled Demo dekhau, abhi 1 min ke ander ek call aayega, oops 30 sec last 5 sec, 4 3 2 1 and boom. Dhamaka..

Sir sir our east cost whereabouts are blast with unknown reason. Again sir our southskirt weapons wherehose are totally burnt in blast. I heard his man telling him a report.

Look whatever you are what I did in just 30 sec, I destroy your two illegal means off behudda and bakwas whereabouts. Tho soch jab maine tere samne aaunga tho Tera kya haal kar dunga. Jinda jala dunga harami!! Or ek secret batau ...

I know, who are you." I whispered slowly. "And your all the things which you tried to rebuild in this 3 year. I thought I will handle you in different ways but you want this then I'm gonna give you with interest darling." I said while cutting my call.

My anger boiled over, but I remained focused. First I would rescue my jaana, no matter the cost.

"Hello Mark get ready for my Signal."

"Yes boss."

As I stepped into the decrepit palace, a chill ran down my spine. The air reeked of decay and desperation, heavy with the scent of rotting flesh. Cobwebs clung to the chandeliers like skeletal fingers, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Every step echoed through the deserted halls, amplifying the sense of foreboding.

I navigated through the labyrinthine corridors, my footsteps deliberate and calculated. His men surrounded me, their guns trained on me. I glared at them, my voice low and menacing.

"Don't touch me. I'm going to myself."

They exchanged nervous glances, fear flickering in their eyes. They knew better than to cross me.

As we proceeded deeper into the palace, the shadows grew darker and more menacing. Finally, we arrived at the throne room, where Imman Maksud sat like a bloodthirsty king. His smile was a cold, calculated gesture, but his eyes betrayed a glimmer of fear.

I ignored the theatrics, my gaze piercing.

"Where is she?" I demanded, my voice devoid of emotion.

That mother fucker smile widened, but he remained silent.

"What's the hurry, Randhawa?" he asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

I chuckled, relishing the fear that flashed in his eyes.

"Don't play a game if you can't handle your own game, Mr. Imman Maksud," I replied, my voice laced with venom.

Imman's face paled, his eyes widening in shock.

"H-how did you...?" he stammered.

"I know all about you," I said, my eyes glinting with amusement. "Your simple death wouldn't suffice. You deserve more."

Imman's fear was intoxicating. He struggled to maintain his facade, but I saw the cracks.

"Randhawa, what happened three years ago won't happen again," he spat, attempting to sound brave. "You and that girl will die by my hand. She definitely has to be death after all, the main connection in my distraction"

My fury boiled over, but I maintained my composure.

"How is my angel involved with you?" I growled, narrowing my eyes.

Imman's smile returned, twisted and sinister.

"You'll soon find out," he said, his voice dripping with malice.

I laughed, the sound echoing through the throne room.

"Your bravery is admirable, Imman," I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. "But you're no match for me."

Imman's eyes flashed with anger, but I saw the fear lurking beneath

"So, Imman, you think you can hide behind your twisted games? Where is Ashika?"

"Ah, Randhawa, always so quick to jump into the fray. You'll soon learn the truth." He smirked

"Truth? You mean the truth about your pathetic attempts to harm Ashika? I'll never let that happen. Enough games, Imman. Where. Is. She?"

"Patience, Randhawa. You'll soon discover Ashika's true value. And when you do, it'll be too late." He chuckled

"You're playing with fire, Imman. And I'll be the one to burn you." I said with burning eyes.

As I stood before Imman, my eyes blazed with fury, my voice low and menacing. "Don't you dare to touch her, even a bit, Imman. And this is not a warning." I could feel my anger simmering just below the surface, threatening to boil over at any moment.

Imman's smile grew wider, his eyes glinting with malice. "I already have," he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. His words were like a match to gasoline, igniting a firestorm of rage within me.

My mind raced with possessive thoughts, each one fueling my fury. She's mine. Only mine. No one touches her. No one hurts her. She belongs to me, Aahan Singh Randhawa. The thought of Imman's hands on her, his eyes on her, was unbearable.

I managed to control my rage, but my voice trembled with restraint. "Really, you touched her? Well, I have to prepare something special for you." My smile was cold, calculated.

Imman's confidence wavered, his voice trembling. "W-what special?" He took a step back, his eyes darting around the room as if searching for an escape.

I chuckled, my laughter maniacal. "If you touch her, I'll cut off your fingers, one by one. If you abuse her, I'll cut out your tongue. You speak too much, after all." My eyes glinted with sadistic pleasure as I detailed his punishment. "And if you touch her nail, I'll snatch it off, along with your skin."

Imman's face paled, sweat beading on his forehead. He looked like a man staring into the face of death itself.

"But my favorite part?" I leaned in, my voice dropping to a whisper. "Peeling your skin, layer by layer. Watching you write in agony." I savored every word, every syllable.

Imman's eyes widened, horror etched on his face. He looked like he was about to collapse.

"And then, of course, there's burning in acid. Melting your flesh, bit by bit. Hearing your screams echo through the darkness." My voice was a slow, deliberate drawl, designed to maximize his terror.

Imman's breath came in ragged gasps. "S-stop," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

I laughed, relishing his terror. "Oh, I'm just getting started." My mind conjured more twisted tortures, each one more brutal than the last.

"Hanging him from hooks, watching him dangle in agony. Injecting him with venom, feeling his body contort in pain. Or Burying him alive, listening to his muffled screams.

Imman's terrified expression was intoxicating. I savored every moment, every twitch of his face.

"You should have stayed away from her, Imman," I whispered, my voice dripping with menace. "Now, you'll suffer for eternity." My words hung in the air like a death sentence.

As I maintained a steady gaze at Imman, our conversation served as a mere facade. My mind was already racing ahead, focused on finding Ashika. I had located her earlier, near the abdomen room, surrounded by hospital equipment. The image of her vulnerable and helpless fueled my determination. But I needed to keep Imman distracted, buying time for Mark to get into position.

Imman's smile grew wider, his confidence increasing with each passing moment. "You'll never leave this place alive, Randhawa," he sneered. His words were laced with malice, but I remained unfazed. I chuckled, my eyes never leaving his. "We'll see about that." The tension between us was palpable, the air thick with anticipation.

Suddenly, Imman's expression changed, his eyes narrowing. "Capture him!" he barked at his men. My gaze flicked to the side, where Mark emerged from the shadows, gun trained on Imman's men. "Not so fast," Mark said, his voice cold and authoritative. Fighting erupted, guns blazing, punches flying. Imman snarled, lunging at me.

"You didn't do good things, Randhawa. I'm going to kill you!" he spat. We clashed, our movements swift and deadly. I parried his blows, landing precise strikes. "You're no match for me, Imman," I sneered. Imman's face twisted with rage. "Stay back, Randhawa! I'll shoot you!" He raised his gun, finger on the trigger.

I took another step forward, my eyes locked on his. "Really? Then shoot," I taunted. Imman's eyes widened, his finger tightening on the trigger. But before he could fire, Mark intervened. Mark's shot rang out, striking Imman's leg. He collapsed, screaming in agony. I turned to Mark. "Take care of him. I need to know what he knows." Mark nodded, securing Imman.

As I stepped into the room, my heart shattered into a million pieces. Before me lay my sweetheart, Ashika, her lifeless form a stark contrast to the vibrant, radiant woman I knew. Her face, once a canvas of warmth and laughter, now wore a pale, haunted expression, marred by the ugly bruises that testified to the merciless beating she had endured. My gaze roved over her fragile form, drinking in every detail, every mark, every sign of suffering. Rage and darkness surged through me, my eyes burning with an unquenchable fire, fueled by the desire for vengeance against the monster who had inflicted such cruelty upon her.

My hands trembled as I gently lifted Ashika into my arms, cradling her as if she might shatter into a thousand pieces. Panic set in, my chest constricting with fear, my breath catching in my throat. I felt like I was dying, my world crumbling around me, leaving only ashes and despair. "Sweetheart, my love," I whispered, my voice trembling, cracking with emotion. "Open your eyes, baacha. Wake up, baby. Come back to me." I called her every sweet name I could think of – jaana, love, my heart – willing her to respond, to stir, to awaken from this nightmare.

My lips brushed against her forehead, and I felt her shallow breaths, her heartbeat faint against my chest. She was alive, but barely. My resolve hardened, forged in the fire of my love and determination. Imman would pay for this. I would make sure he suffered for every bruise, every tear, every moment of fear Ashika endured. My heart for my baby, once full of laughter and joy, now swelled with a fierce protectiveness, an unyielding devotion to the woman I loved more than life itself.

As I held her close, I felt the warmth of her body, the softness of her skin, and my heart ached with longing. How could anyone harm her? How could anyone seek to extinguish the radiant light that was her? My thoughts were a jumbled mix of fear, anger, and desperation, but one truth stood clear: I would do everything in my power to ensure she was safe, to shield her from harm, to love her with every fiber of my being.

As I snapped back to reality, I swiftly lifted Ashika into my arms, cradling her against my chest. My heart still raced from the shock of finding her battered and bruised. I rushed towards my car, gently settling her into the passenger seat, ensuring her safety and comfort. The image of her fragile form, pale and bruised, seared itself into my mind, fueling my determination to protect her.

"Davit, drive as fast as you can," I instructed, my voice firm and urgent. Every moment counted, and I couldn't bear the thought of delaying her medical care. I quickly dialed Mark's number, my fingers moving swiftly over the keypad. "Get our family doctor, now. And make sure it's a female." I ended the call, my gaze returning to Ashika.

Her serene face, despite the bruises, stirred a mix of emotions within me. My heart swelled with love, concern, and protectiveness. "My baby," I whispered, my voice trembling. "You're safe now." I stroked her hair, gently, trying to reassure her, even in her unconscious state. My eyes narrowed, thoughts shifting to Imman. "He's the reason for her condition... I'll send him to hell for sure." Rage simmered beneath the surface, but I pushed it aside, focusing on Ashika's well-being.

Just then, my phone rang, shrill in the silence. Mark's name flashed on the screen. I answered curtly, "What?" Mark's hesitant tone only fueled my frustration. "Boss, the doctor is currently out of station," he said. My anger flared, tempered only by my concern for my sweetheart. "I don't care. I want her at my mansion, now. Send my private chopper to pick her up. You have 20 minutes, sharp." I hung up, my mind racing with logistics.

"I'll get you the best care, jaana. You'll be safe, I promise." I glanced at my love, her chest rising and falling with each shallow breath. My heart ached, but determination hardened my resolve. I would stop at nothing to ensure her recovery and protect her from harm. The thought of Imman's cruelty only strengthened my resolve.

As Davit sped through the streets, I held Ashika close, whispering reassurances into her ear. "My love, you're going to be okay. I won't let anyone hurt you again." Tears pricked at my eyes, but I blinked them back, focusing on the road ahead.

As I stepped into my mansion, relief washed over me at the sight of my chopper landing on the terrace. The doctor had arrived, and I knew Ashika was one step closer to safety.

"Mark, you save your life, Nahi tho pata nahi main khud kya karta tumhare sath" I thought.

I gently carried my sweetheart to the room, laying her on the bed with utmost care. The doctor, Dr. Sharma, followed closely behind.

"Examine her, Doctor," I instructed, my voice firm but laced with concern.

Dr. Sharma began her examination, her expression grave. "Mr Randhawa, it appears she's suffered severe physical trauma. The bruises and lacerations suggest a brutal beating."

I clenched my jaw, rage simmering beneath the surface.

"Also, I sense she's experienced a panicked attack, which likely caused her to faint," Dr. Sharma continued. "Her vital signs are unstable, and we need to monitor her closely."

I watched, my heart aching, as Ashika's face contorted in pain. She hissed, her body tensing.

I turned to Dr. Sharma, my eyes are blazing. "Treat her carefully, Doctor. If not, this same injection will pierce your skin very efficiently."

Dr. Sharma's eyes widened, but she nodded promptly. "I understand, Mr Randhawa. I'll administer the medication slowly and carefully."

I sat beside my jaana, cradling her in my arms. "Inject slowly, Doctor. I don't want her to feel any more pain."

Dr. Sharma nodded and began the treatment. "We'll need to run some tests to determine the extent of her injuries, sir."

I nodded, my focus on Ashika's fragile form. "Do whatever it takes, Doctor. Just make her better."

Dr. Sharma's expression softened. "We'll do everything possible, Mr Randhawa. But I must warn you, her recovery will take time."

I looked at my jaana, my heart swelling with love and protectiveness. "I'll give her all the time she needs. Just make her whole again."

As the doctor departed, I wrapped my arms around Ashika, holding her close. Her fragile form against my chest stirred profound emotions. "You'll be the death of me someday, love," I whispered, kissing her temple gently. My fingers caressed her cheeks, and I murmured, "I love you, jaana. You're my treasure, my everything."

Rage simmered beneath my devotion, fueled by memories of Imman's brutality. "You know love I don't wanna leave you for a sec but, That mother fucker needs punishment, naa love. I won't tolerate a single scratch on your body, yet he inflicted such unbearable agony." My jaw clenched, determination hardened.

I tucked jer into the blankets, ensuring her comfort. Then, I dialed Mark's number. "Have you arranged the special treatment for our guest I hope he is enjoying it?" I asked, my tone dripping with malice.

Mark confirmed, "Yes, boss. He's enjoying ... hospitality."

I smirked, imagining Imman's anguish. "Good. Let him savor the pleasure of hell. His suffering will mirror the pain he caused." My inner devil stirred, craving satisfaction. "Not yet, though. He'll receive what he's earned – relentless torment."

"As you know, Mark I felt I like satisfying, but not fully I want to treat him personally because he deserves the best treatment in the world. And he also demanded himself and what he wants so how can I not give him what he wants. Right Mark" I smirk thinking about him and his painfully screamed how pleasurable it would be.

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