Chapter 25: The Beast Unleashed

The hospital was too quiet.

Too still.

Too fragile for the storm brewing inside Abeer Rathore.

He sat beside Diya's bed, his fingers slowly tracing her wrist.

His jaw was clenched. Tight. Unyielding.

His mind?

It was already painting the walls red.

Tara had betrayed them.

And she wasn't alone.

Whoever thought they could take Diya from him...

Whoever thought they could hurt her and walk away...

They had made a mistake.

Because Abeer wasn't a man who forgave.

He was a man who burned.

And by the time he was done, there would be nothing left of them but ash.

Diya stirred.

Her body was weak.

Her throat dry.

But she still managed to reach for his hand.

"Abeer..."

His head snapped toward her, his expression unreadable.

"You're awake," he murmured. Like a fact. Like a command.

Diya winced. "You... shot Tara?"

Abeer didn't even blink.

"She deserved worse."

Diya swallowed.

"Abeer, please—"

His fingers curled around hers, his grip unrelenting.

"You almost died," he said, his voice quiet, lethal.

Diya's chest tightened.

"I'm alive," she whispered. "You don't have to—"

"Don't," he cut her off.

His thumb brushed over the bruises on her wrist, the marks left from the IV, from the machines keeping her alive.

"You don't get to tell me what I have to do, jaan," he murmured.

His dark eyes locked onto hers.

"Not when I almost lost you."

The Bloodbath Begins

Aditya hesitated.

"Boss..."

Abeer's gaze was ice-cold. "Speak."

Aditya exhaled. "We found them."

A slow smirk spread across Abeer's face.

"Where?"

Aditya shifted. "An abandoned warehouse near the docks. We intercepted a call—they were planning to move against you tonight."

Abeer stood up. Calm. Collected. Deadly.

"Good."

Diya felt her heart drop.

"Abeer, stop," she pleaded. "You don't have to go after them yourself."

Abeer turned to her, his expression unreadable.

"You don't understand, jaan," he said softly.

"I'm not going after them."

His voice darkened.

"I'm erasing them."

The warehouse was silent.

Dark.

The men inside had no idea what was coming.

Abeer walked in, alone.

No backup. No mercy.

The first man barely had time to react before Abeer put a bullet between his eyes.

BANG.

Blood splattered.

The others scrambled for weapons.

Too late.

Abeer moved like a shadow.

One. Two. Three more dead before they could even lift their guns.

He grabbed the last man by the throat, slamming him against the wall.

His voice was calm. Controlled. Deadly.

"Who sent you?"

The man choked. "I—I don't know—"

CRACK.

Abeer's fist met bone.

The man screamed.

"Who sent you?" Abeer repeated, his voice eerily patient.

"I—I swear, I was just following orders!" the man gasped.

Abeer smirked.

"Then you were following the wrong ones."

And then—

BANG.

The body hit the ground.

And Abeer never looked back.

By the time Abeer returned to the hospital, he was covered in blood.

Not his own.

Never his own.

Diya gasped when she saw him.

"Abeer..."

She tried to sit up, but he was already beside her.

His fingers tilted her chin up.

His voice was low, quiet. Dangerous.

"You're safe now, jaan."

Diya felt something crack inside her.

Because the way he said it—

Like he had ended the world for her.

And maybe he had.

Maybe he always would.

She reached out, her hand brushing over his blood-stained shirt.

"Abeer..."

His grip tightened.

"I told you, jaan," he whispered, his lips barely grazing her forehead.

"I don't lose."

Diya shivered.

Because in that moment, she realized—

She wasn't just safe.

She was his.

Completely.

Irrevocably.

And there was no escaping him now.