Chapter 19: 16. un-known person

𝘼𝙪𝙩𝙝𝙤𝙧'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫

Vidyut's head pounded as he stirred in the oppressive darkness, the stale air pressing against his skin. His throat was dry, his body sluggish. He blinked rapidly, trying to adjust his eyes to the faint glow in the corner of the room. The sensation of rough, biting ropes around his wrists and ankles sent a jolt of panic through him.

“What the—” he murmured, twisting his hands.

Flashes of memory came to him in broken fragments—his hands clutching a glass of whiskey, the loud chatter of the pub, the neon lights blurring as he stumbled to his car. But then? Nothing. How had he ended up here?

He tugged harder at the restraints, the coarse ropes digging into his skin. The frustration and confusion boiled over into a scream. “Hey! Let me out of here! Who the hell did this?”

The sound echoed around the room, swallowing his voice whole. Silence answered him. His heart hammered in his chest as he strained to hear something, anything, when faint footsteps broke through the void.

The door creaked open, and Vidyut squinted at the figure that stepped into the dim light. The man had a presence that made the air heavier. Vidyut’s breath hitched when the stranger moved closer, revealing a face with eyes that chilled him to his core—one a piercing, icy blue, the other a deep, sinister brown.

“Who are you?” Vidyut snarled, his voice filled with anger but undercut by unease.

The man’s lips curled into a smirk, his mismatched eyes gleaming with malice. “Guess.”

Vidyut’s heart skipped a beat as the realization hit him. His voice faltered, barely a whisper. “Avyut?”

The man leaned closer, his grin widening. “Yes, bade bhai. Avyut Ekansh Singh Rathore. Surprised?”

Vidyut froze, his mind spinning. Avyut. His twin. The brother he hadn’t seen in years, the shadow of their family’s darkest secrets.

“What...what are you doing here?” Vidyut spat, regaining his composure. “Why now? Haven’t you caused enough damage already?”

Avyut chuckled, a low, menacing sound that reverberated through the room. “Oh, bade bhai, you haven’t changed a bit. Still so righteous, so quick to judge. But tell me, how does it feel? To be tied up, helpless? Not so golden now, are we?”

“Cut the crap, Avyut!” Vidyut roared, pulling against his bindings. “What do you want?”

Avyut’s smile faded, replaced by a dark, serious expression. “Advika,” he said, his voice a dangerous whisper.

The name hit Vidyut like a punch to the gut. His body tensed, his eyes narrowing. “Stay away from her, Avyut. I’m warning you.”

Avyut tilted his head, feigning innocence. “Oh, really? And why would I do that? After all, didn’t you throw her away yourself? Didn’t you accuse her, blame her, hurt her?”

Vidyut’s chest tightened, his mind flashing back to the night he had doubted her—the accusations he had hurled, the heartbreak in her eyes. “How do you know all this?” he demanded.

“I know more than you think,” Avyut said, circling him. “Secrets that would unravel your perfect little world. But that’s not important right now. What matters is her. My Advika. My star.”

“You’re delusional,” Vidyut said through gritted teeth. “She’s not yours. She’s not something to be claimed or possessed.”

“Oh, but she is,” Avyut countered, his mismatched eyes gleaming with obsession. “She’s mine, bade bhai. She just doesn’t know it yet. But she will. I’ll make sure of it.”

“Stay away from her!” Vidyut roared, his voice echoing. “She deserves better than your twisted games!”

Avyut leaned in close, his tone mocking. “And what do she deserve, bade bhai? The man who shot her?”

The words hit Vidyut like a physical blow. His breath caught in his throat. “Shot her?” he whispered, his voice breaking. “What are you talking about? Is she...is she hurt? What did you do to her, you bastard?”

Avyut chuckled darkly. “Oh, I didn’t do anything. You did. Or did you forget how your anger consumed you? How you pulled the trigger?”

“You’re lying!” Vidyut yelled, his voice trembling with fury. “If she’s hurt, I swear I’ll—”

“She’s fine,” Avyut interrupted, waving his hand dismissively. “For now. But you see, bade bhai, you’re the real danger to her. Not me.”

Vidyut’s mind raced, guilt and rage warring within him. “If you so much as touch her—”

“I won’t,” Avyut said, cutting him off. “I won’t harm her. I’ll respect her, her boundaries, her decisions. But I will make her love me. Even if it means destroying you in the process.”

“That’s not love,” Vidyut spat. “It’s obsession. And it’s wrong.”

“Call it what you want,” Avyut said, his tone icy. “But she will be mine. And if she refuses...well, let’s just say the people she loves won’t be so lucky.”

Vidyut’s blood ran cold. “You wouldn’t dare,” he growled.

“Try me,” Avyut said with a smirk. “And remember, bade bhai, the only reason she’s still safe is because I allow it. Keep that in mind while you decide whose side you’re really on.”

With that, Avyut turned and walked out, his laughter echoing through the darkness.

Vidyut slumped in his chair, his mind reeling. Memories of Advika’s smile, her laughter, her unwavering strength flooded his thoughts.

“I won’t let him hurt you, Advika,” he whispered, his voice trembling with resolve. “Not again. Not ever.”

•𝘼𝙙𝙫𝙞𝙠𝙖'𝙨 𝙥𝙤𝙫

I opened my eyes to white walls. The stark brightness seared into my mind like an unwelcome memory. My gaze darted around the room as a strange emptiness filled me, but one name escaped my lips, the name that tethered me to my sanity.

“Vidyut...”

The door creaked open, and for a fleeting second, I thought it was him. My heart soared, hoping against hope that he had come, that he regretted what had happened and was here to make things right. But as the figure stepped closer, my smile turned into a frown. This wasn’t Vidyut.

The same face, yes. But those eyes—one  blue, the other a brown. They were wrong. He wasn’t my Vidyut.

“Who are you?” I demanded, my voice trembling. “How can you have the same face as Vidyut? Who are you?”

The man took a step back, raising his hands slightly, his expression neutral yet cold. “Avyut. Avyut Ekansh Singh Rathore.”

I froze. His words echoed in my ears, a cruel melody of confusion and disbelief. “Avyut? Vidyut? What is all this? What’s happening?” My voice cracked as the memories flooded back. The fight. The gun. Vidyut...shooting me.

I instinctively looked down at my stomach, searching for a wound that wasn’t there. My trembling hands clutched the hospital gown as I remembered the terror that consumed me before I fainted. “He shot me,” I whispered, more to myself than to anyone else. “He aimed the gun. I saw him. Why...why am I not hurt?”

Avyut’s voice broke through my spiraling thoughts. “You’re not hurt because I pushed you aside before he pulled the trigger.”

My eyes snapped to his. “Why would you do that? Where is Vidyut? How could he behave like that? He was on the verge of killing me!” My voice grew louder, shaking with fury and betrayal.

“Calm down,” Avyut said, his tone firm yet measured. He maintained his distance but gestured toward a glass of water on the bedside table. “You need to rest. The doctor will check on you soon. Yelling won’t change what happened.”

The door opened again, and a familiar figure rushed in. Vidyut’s mother. Or was she now also Avyut’s mother? The thought twisted in my mind, making everything more confusing.

“Advika,” she said, tears streaming down her face as she hugged me. “I’m so sorry—”

I pushed her away, my chest heaving. Memories of their mistrust, the accusations, the pain they had caused me surged like a tidal wave. “Don’t,” I said coldly.

Her expression crumpled, but before she could say anything, Avyut cut in. “Mrs. Rathore,” he said with icy finality, “Advika needs rest. She doesn’t want to talk to you right now. Please leave.”

His words, laced with venom, surprised me. He wasn’t calling her Maa. Why? And the look of disdain he gave her father—it was hatred, pure and raw. My mind swirled with questions, but I stayed silent, too exhausted to unravel this web of madness.

The doctor arrived, breaking the tension. He examined me, muttering reassurances I barely registered. When he left, Avyut sat in the chair beside me, handing me a handkerchief.

I stared at it, then at him. “Why are you doing this?”

He exhaled, leaning back. “Because you’re part of the family now. And because...well, I have my reasons.”

“What reasons?” I pressed, narrowing my eyes.

He avoided my gaze, his lips twitching into a smirk. “Let’s just say it’s personal.”

I had no energy to argue. My heart felt heavy, weighed down by anger and betrayal. Tears burned my eyes as I whispered, “Why does no one ever trust me? Why is my life like this?”

Avyut’s expression softened, and he hesitated before speaking. “Vidyut and I are twins,” he said finally. “When he shot, I pushed you out of the way. You fainted from the smoke and the stress. He and I fought after that, but...you were my priority. I brought you here.”

His words hit me like a storm, but one question drowned out everything else. “Where is Vidyut? Is he okay?” My voice cracked with desperation.

Avyut’s eyes darkened. “He’s fine,” he said, but then his tone turned bitter. “Maybe he’s out whoring around. Wouldn’t be surprising, would it?”

“Stop it!” I snapped, glaring at him. “I don’t believe you.”

He shrugged, unbothered. “Believe what you want.”

“I need to see him,” I said, swinging my legs off the bed.

Avyut moved to stop me but hesitated. “You’re not in a condition to leave. Rest until morning. Then, I’ll take you to him.”

“I’ll wait,” I said, glaring at him. “But I know Vidyut will come for me. He can’t see me in pain.”

A flicker of something—longing? Regret?—crossed Avyut’s face. “Happy birthday, star,” he said softly.

I blinked. “What?”

“It’s past midnight,” he explained. “It’s your birthday.”

I scoffed. “I don’t care about birthdays.”

He smirked. “You will. I’ll make sure of it.”

Morning came slowly. I found Avyut sleeping on the sofa, his face oddly peaceful. Why was he doing all this for me? It didn’t make sense.

When he woke, we talked briefly, mostly me demanding to leave and him trying to convince me otherwise. Finally, I called my men. Within minutes, I had Vidyut’s location.

I stormed into the house, my heart pounding as Vidyut’s voice rang out.

“People like you aren’t allowed here. Get the hell out!”

His words sliced through me, leaving me frozen. For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. Then his shadow appeared in the doorway, gun in hand, and his eyes—cold, unfeeling—locked onto mine.

“Vidyut,” I whispered, my voice trembling.

He aimed the gun at me again.

“Leave, Advika,” he said, his voice a low growl. “Or I’ll make you leave.”

Behind me, I heard footsteps. Avyut.

“Stop!” he shouted.

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𝘑𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪 𝘮𝘰𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘣𝘢𝘵 𝘬𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘳,

𝘋𝘪𝘭 𝘬𝘰 𝘮𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘰 𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘫𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢.

𝘞𝘢𝘧𝘢 𝘬𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘬𝘢𝘳𝘬𝘦, 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘩 𝘯𝘪𝘣𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘬𝘪 𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘩𝘢 𝘬𝘢𝘳,

𝘈𝘢𝘬𝘩𝘪𝘳 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘧𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘦 𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢.

𝘜𝘯𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘳 𝘦𝘬 𝘷𝘢𝘢𝘥𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘧 𝘧𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘣,

𝘚𝘢𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘪 𝘴𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳, 𝘶𝘯𝘩𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘣𝘢𝘴 𝘥𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘩𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢.

𝘗𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘪 𝘣𝘢𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘧 𝘦𝘬 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘢,

𝘈𝘶𝘳 𝘶𝘴 𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘶𝘫𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘪 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘺𝘢 𝘵𝘩𝘢.

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So yes after long this chapter is published possibly there are lot of reasons for that but one of the main reason is target which haven't been completed and as well my exams!!😑🤌😂 But it's done and I am back with my story and so many twistttsss!!

The main twist will be in next part the one reel which went viral I guess and many people came to read book from there and I know you all are waiting for the scene so wait for next part loveliesssss and complete the targets.

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