Chapter 20: 17. she is dead.

(𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘢𝘭 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘦𝘯𝘴𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵)

(I want you all to listen this song while reading his pov specially the line : tere bin jee na paaunga sach mein mar hi jaaunga)

Vidyut's pov

The suffocation in the room is unbearable. The gun in my hand feels heavier than it should, as if it carries the weight of all my regrets, anger, and frustration. My fingers twitch, and the cold metal sends a shiver up my spine. Across from me stands Advika, her eyes wide with a mixture of pain, disbelief, and something else-something I can't quite place. My mind, fractured between rage and despair, kept replaying my brother Avyut's words. His betrayal wasn't just personal-it was calculated. He didn't want me destroyed; he wanted Advika to hate me, our parents to turn their backs on me.

Why? All because of one past mistake.

But I can't hate him. Villains aren't born as villains; they're forged by circumstances. I understand that. Yet, understanding doesn't ease this choking rage. Right now, the only way forward feels like destruction-hers, mine, and anyone else who dares stand in my way.

Her voice cuts through the suffocating air.

"Vidyut, listen to me."

I shake my head, my voice sharper than intended.

"Not today, Advika. Not today. Just get out of my house. Leave just leave Advika , you are not worthy of my love i don't care if you are alive or dead. "

Her lips tremble, but her voice is firm.

"This is my house too."

I laugh bitterly, a sound that echoes with nothing but emptiness.

"Yeah, I got it. Legally, it was yours because you were married to me. But soon, it'll be mine-once we're divorced."

Her face crumbles. That look-it's unbearable. It's as though I've taken a sledgehammer to her soul. The person I once promised to protect from all harm is now standing broken beyond repair, and I am the one holding the weapon.

She steps back, her voice barely a whisper.

"Divorce?"

I tilt my head, feigning nonchalance even though her pain burns me alive.

"What are you so shocked about, Advika? You were the one who wanted it, right? On our wedding night? Now what?"

Her tears flow freely, but she doesn't break.

"Vidyut, we had solved everything. Why are you doing this? I know you love me more than this. I know there's a reason. What's the truth?"

I let out a hollow laugh, the irony bitter in my throat.

"The truth? Yesterday, I asked you for the truth, and you refused to give it to me. You hurt me. And now you want me to open up to you? To tell you my truth? But you know what, Advika? You might have your truths and reasons. But me? I have none.

"I never loved you. Even your own parents didn't love you. They hated you. How could someone like me ever love someone like you?"

Her eyes widen in shock, but I don't stop. I can't stop. The words spill out like venom, poisoning everything.

"How could I love someone who doesn't care for anyone? Who doesn't feel anything? You're nothing but a girl with money-empty, emotionless. A live dead body who pretends to be a perfect daughter and daughter-in-law. Do you even know how to love? How to show emotions? No, you don't. And that's why I wanted to hurt you. You rejected me once, didn't you? When I talked about marrying you. And now, I reject you. I'll hurt your ego and make you feel what rejection truly means."

Her trembling hand covers her mouth as if to stifle a sob. But I keep going.

"You're nothing but a burden, Advika.  And now, so do I--

Before I can finish, a sharp sting explodes across my cheek. My mother stands there, her eyes blazing with a fury I've never seen before. Her voice is cold, yet it cuts deeper than any blade.

"And you are nothing but a stranger to me from this moment on."

I stare at her, my chest tightening.

"What... did that hurt your ego, Vidyut?" she says, mocking me. "You claimed I was the most precious person in your life, didn't you? But from this moment, Vidyut Ekansh Singh Rajvansh is dead to me. I only have two children: Abhigyaan and Mishva. You... you are no longer my son."

Her words crush something inside me, but I force myself to laugh.

"Then you should leave, Maa. You're staying in a stranger's house, after all."

I turn away, refusing to look at her. My back burns with her disappointment, but I don't dare to face her.

"Vidyut, stop right there!" Avyut's voice thunders as he grabs my collar. His voice drops to a low growl just a whisper no one can hear

"This was never the plan, Vidyut. Never. We weren't supposed to hurt Mom."

I shrug him off, my voice colder than ice.

"What's so bad about it, Avyut? You've hurt her before, haven't you?"

He shoves me hard. "Shut up, Vidyut!"

"Why? What's wrong, Avyut? Feeling guilty now?"

"It's her house, Vidyut! Whatever belongs to us belongs to her. No matter what happens, we can't disrespect her!"

Before I can retort, my mother's scream pierces the air.

"Enough! Both of you, shut up!"

She walks to Advika, her face softening as she cups Advika's face gently.

"Stay safe, Advika. The next few hours will be dangerous for you. And I'm sorry... sorry for everything."

With that, she turns and leaves. I watch her go, my chest tightening. What did she mean by 'dangerous'?

Avyut looks ready to punch me, but Advika's voice rings out.

"Avyut, stop right there!"

Her steps are firm as she approaches me. Before I can react, her hand connects with my cheek, hard. The sting doesn't compare to the pain in her eyes.

"You'll regret this, Vidyut. You'll regret everything."

I smirk bitterly. "I already regret it, Advika. But not for hurting you-for loving you. Someone like you never deserved it."

Her hand strikes me again, but this time, I feel the weight of her shattered soul behind it.

"You're right, Vidyut," she whispers, her voice trembling. "We should get apart. Thank you. Thank you for making this birthday the most memorable one. You promised me I'd never cry on my birthday again. You promised you'd make me feel loved. But see? Promises are meant to break, aren't they?"

Her voice cracks as she steps back. "I told you I didn't believe in love or promises. And you swore your love would be enough. You swore you'd protect me. And now... now you've become just like them."

Her words rip through me, leaving nothing but a hollow shell.

She backs away, her voice filled with venom.

"You've asked for this, Vidyut. Now you'll see my revenge. The revenge of love. I hate you, Vidyut. I hate you."

I toss the divorce papers at her feet.

"Sign them," I say coldly before walking out of the house.

My vision blurs with unshed tears as I get into my car, driving recklessly.

I didn't know how I ended up in the warehouse. The air smelled of blood and death, and the screams of a man being tortured echoed around me.

The warehouse reeked of blood and fear, a stench I had grown accustomed to but never truly embraced. The dim lights swayed overhead, casting erratic shadows on the damp concrete walls. The man tied to the chair whimpered, his breaths ragged and uneven, each one punctuated by a soft, pained groan.

Arjun, my most trusted enforcer, was relentless. The iron rod in his hand gleamed under the flickering light as he raised it again. The sound of metal meeting flesh rang out like a gavel in a courtroom, sentencing the man to more suffering.

I stood at the edge of the room, my back straight, hands tucked into my pockets. My face betrayed nothing. No anger, no satisfaction, just a cold, detached calm. I had learned long ago that giving in to anger made you predictable, reckless. In my world, predictability was a death sentence.

"Boss," Arjun called, his voice cutting through the man's sobs. "He's not talking."

I stepped forward, my shoes clicking against the floor. The sound alone was enough to silence the room. Every gaze turned to me, including the man in the chair. Blood trickled down his temple, his swollen eyes barely managing to stay open. Despite his pain, there was something in his gaze-a flicker of hope, a silent plea for mercy.

I stopped just a foot away from him, my eyes boring into his. I saw his fear, his desperation, but also his humanity. It wasn't weakness that made me pause. It was control, the restraint I had mastered over the years.

"Leave," I said, my voice calm but firm.

Arjun hesitated, confusion flickering across his face. "Boss, he hasn't-"

"Now," I interrupted, my tone colder, sharper.

The iron rod clattered to the floor as Arjun obeyed, his footsteps echoing as he exited. The door creaked shut, and the silence that followed was deafening.

I crouched down, bringing myself to the man's level. His breathing quickened, his body trembling as if he expected the worst. I didn't touch him. I didn't say a word.

My hands remained in my pockets, my expression neutral. I had always been careful. Anger was a fire, consuming and uncontrollable. Letting it take over meant losing myself, losing the sharp edge that made me untouchable. Others saw rage as power. I knew better.

"Do you know why I'm here?" I finally asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man's lips trembled, but no words came out. I remained standing there the weight of the encounter settling in my chest. It wasn't guilt-it was the knowledge that I was capable of more than this. But I chose not to. Not because I was weak, but because I refused to let my anger define me.

In my world, power wasn't in the act of destruction. It was in the choice to withhold it. I was going to say something Then came the call.

"Sir, your wife's Dead body was found in a car engulfed in flames... there was

nothing left to save her life"

The phone slipped from my hand. My vision turned red. The world blurred as the sound of the man's screaming grew louder. I turned to him, gun in hand. Without a second thought, I pulled the trigger.

One shot. Then another.

The man fell silent. The others in the warehouse, the 74 criminals I'd kept alive for slow death, screamed in terror. My rage consumed me. I didn't stop until every single one of them was dead, their bodies littering the floor in a grotesque tableau of my fury.

Agastya burst into the room. "Vidyut, stop! Have you lost your mind?"

"Yes!" I roared. "I've lost everything. She's gone!"

The monster inside me was unleashed. I burned down the warehouse. Then I drove recklessly to the spot where Advika's car was found. The road ahead twisted and turned, but I barely saw it. I was consumed by rage, my mind a whirlwind of fire and destruction. I saw the place where we used to be happy

The anger inside me grew higher, but I didn't stop. My eyes were locked on the building. The place I once called home.

I reached it. I didn't hesitate. I pulled a lighter from my pocket and ignited the last fuse. The blast was like a thunderclap, and as the building crumbled in front of me, I couldn't help but feel a twisted sense of satisfaction.

I had burned it all. Everything they had taken from me, everything I had ever loved, was now reduced to ash.

As the building fell in flames, I turned to face the men who had tried to stop me. They were cowering, fear flashing in their eyes. But there was nothing left for them. No mercy. I drove the car.

As I neared the location, smoke choked the air, the silhouette of the burning building rising in the distance. It was chaos. Flames licking at the sky. People running around, like ants trying to escape the inferno they had unleashed. But I didn't care. I didn't care about the fire, the destruction, the people. I only cared about one thing.

Advika.

The car skidded to a halt at the place, and before I could even pull the handbrake, I was out, my boots slamming on the ground. I barely saw the men who came rushing toward me, trying to stop me, shouting at me to go back.

But I didn't hear them. My focus was locked on that inferno ahead, the place where I last thought I might find hope.

"Vidyut, you can't go in there! It's too dangerous!" One of the men called out.

I didn't even glance at him. I just kept walking, my pace quickening.

"Stop right there! You don't understand-" another man shouted, stepping in front of me.

In one smooth, calculated motion, I shoved him aside, not a hint of hesitation in my movement. My body was consumed by rage, my every step bringing me closer to the wreckage, closer to the truth.

More men stepped forward, blocking me, desperate to stop me from going any further.

"You have to listen! We don't know who did this!" One of them yelled.

I didn't listen. I couldn't. My only thought was to reach her, to know she was okay, to find answers, no matter what it took.

Another man tried to grab my arm, but I spun around, my fist crashing into his face with a sickening thud. He dropped like a ragdoll, unconscious before he even hit the ground.

I kept moving forward, every barrier they put up just pushing me further. I wasn't here to fight them. I was here to burn everything to the ground if that's what it took to find the truth. I was here to save her.

"Vidyut! Stop! You're going to kill yourself!" someone shouted.

I didn't hear them. The smoke and flames were growing thicker, the heat from the fire pressing against me like an unrelenting force. But I wouldn't stop. Not now. Not ever.

I could see the wreckage now, the charred remnants of the building, still smoking. The people inside-the ones who thought they could kill her-didn't know what was coming for them.

"Get out of my way!" I yelled, a guttural growl slipping past my clenched teeth.

They tried again to stop me, several of them pulling on my arms, trying to drag me back, but their efforts were futile. I pushed forward, my rage now so intense it was a physical thing, pushing everything around me away.

"You're making a mistake!" One of them screamed, but I didn't care. They didn't matter. None of them mattered.

I reached the entrance of the building, but it was barely recognizable now. The walls had crumbled, the flames licking at the last remaining structure. Advika-my Advika-could be inside.

I kicked the last piece of debris away, my breath shallow as I stepped forward, my heart pounding in my chest. Every step felt like I was walking through fire.

Please be alive, please be alive...

I didn't know who was behind this. I didn't care. I'd make them regret it. Every second of it.

The flames threatened to swallow me, but I stood tall. This is my wife. I will not let her go.

As I stepped further into the smoke and chaos, everything blurred. The world around me faded as I reached the heart of the destruction, every part of my body pushing to the limit.

"Vidyut! Get out of there now!"

But I didn't turn back.

I'd already lost enough. I wasn't leaving without her. As someone pushed me aside as I approached, the sirens screamed, the fire brigade already trying to douse the flames, but it was useless. Nothing could stop it. Nothing could bring her back. The vehicle that had been her deathtrap lay mangled and burned beyond recognition, surrounded by an inferno that consumed everything in its path.

Her car...

The firefighters scrambled to get control of the flames, but there was no way to undo what had been done. The crackling of the fire, the heat, the overwhelming devastation-it made my blood boil. I was going to burn everything in my path, just like they had burned her.

"Advika..." The word slipped from my lips, barely audible, but the fire around me only seemed to mock my pain.

I could see the paramedics trying to pull her out, their movements hurried, but the damage was already done. She was gone. There was nothing left to save. They were futilely trying to cover her up with sheets, trying to shield her from the world that had already taken her.

"Get away from her," I snarled at them, my voice thick with fury and grief.

They hesitated. The fear in their eyes was evident, but they knew who I was. They knew what I could do. I wasn't here for their sympathy. I was here for her.

"She was mine," I growled again, my fists clenching. "No one touches her. No one moves her until I say so."

The paramedics backed away, the fear in their eyes turning into a quiet resignation.

I knelt beside the stretcher as they pulled her out, her body almost unrecognizable, burnt to the point where only the faintest trace of her features remained. The stench of charred flesh filled my nostrils, and I felt as if my soul was being consumed by the flames.

They tried to cover her, but I couldn't look away. I reached out, touching the edge of the sheet that covered her body, feeling the heat that still radiated from the wreckage. This wasn't her. This wasn't the woman I loved, the woman I had shared a life with. This was nothing but ashes.

The medics tried to stop me as they pulled a body from the wreckage-a body burned beyond recognition. My knees gave way.

"No. This isn't her. This can't be her."

But it was.

Something inside me snapped. The monster was no longer just inside-I was the monster. The world would feel my wrath. The Vidyut who loved, who cared was gone with her...

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𝘋𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘩𝘢,

𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘪 𝘬𝘩𝘶𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘺𝘰𝘰𝘯 𝘬𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘺𝘦 𝘩𝘶𝘮𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘱𝘯𝘢 𝘱𝘺𝘢𝘢𝘳 𝘣𝘩𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘢

𝘛𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘫𝘢𝘢𝘯𝘦 𝘴𝘦 𝘫𝘰 𝘢𝘢𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘨𝘪 𝘵𝘩𝘪

𝘜𝘴𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘭 𝘬𝘰 𝘩𝘪 𝘫𝘢𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢..

𝘌𝘬 𝘱𝘢𝘭 𝘮𝘦𝘪 𝘩𝘪 𝘔𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘴𝘢𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘣 𝘬𝘰 𝘬𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘮 𝘬𝘢𝘳 𝘥𝘪𝘺𝘢...

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