Hai .

Hello.

Happy reading

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The farmhouse's dim lights cast long shadows as Arjun, Abrahm, and Aman dragged Avyansh Khanna into the cold, damp basement. His face, once smug and arrogant, was now pale with terror, blood trickling from his mouth after the first blows. Arjun's expression was stone cold, devoid of any mercy. This wasn't just about revenge, it was justice for what Avyansh had done to Pallavi, for the torment she had endured.

Arjun didn't waste time. He walked over to the corner of the room where a metal rod, still glowing with the heat of the fire, lay waiting. The air around it shimmered with the intensity of its burn. Grabbing it with his gloved hands, he turned to face Avyansh, whose eyes widened in fear.

"This is the same pain you gave to Pallavi, but your punishment will be even more agonizing." Arjun growled, his voice low and dangerous. "Lekin tumhari saza usse bhi zyada takleef wali hogi."

Without waiting for a response, Arjun swung the burning metal rod with precision, smacking it against Avyansh's back. The sickening sound of burning flesh filled the room, and Avyansh screamed, his body convulsing in pain.

"Kaisa lag raha hai, Khanna?" Abrahm asked, his voice cold as he stood beside Arjun, arms crossed. "Yeh sirf shuruat hai."

(How does it feel, Khanna? This is just the beginning.)

Avyansh whimpered, his body shaking uncontrollably. He had always been the one in control, the predator. But now, he was the prey. The burns on his back mirrored the ones he had inflicted on Pallavi, and with every hit, Arjun could feel his rage intensify.

"Tumne Pallavi ko cigar se jala kar sukoon mil raha tha na?" Arjun seethed, swinging the rod once again, this time striking Avyansh's side.

"Aaj main tumhe har ek chot ka jawab dene wala hoon." He pressed the rod once again in his back .

(You enjoyed burning Pallavi with a cigar, didn't you? Today, I'll make sure you pay for every single wound.)

The smell of burnt skin filled the room as Avyansh's cries echoed through the basement. Aman stood by, his fists clenched, watching the scene unfold but knowing that this punishment was well-deserved. Avyansh had tortured Pallavi relentlessly, and now, he was getting what he had given.

Arjun, not satisfied yet, leaned down, his face inches from Avyansh's.

"Tumhe laga tha, tum bach jaoge? Pallavi ke liye jo dard tumne banaya, woh tumhe palat ke nahi milega?" He snarled against his face .

"You thought you'd escape? That the pain you caused Pallavi wouldn't come back to you?"

Avyansh, barely conscious, whispered through his broken lips,

"Mujhe maar daalo... bas maar daalo..." He roared in a cracky voice.

(Kill me... just kill me...)

But Arjun wasn't done.

"Tumhari maut itni aasan nahi hogi," he said coldly, grabbing Avyansh by the collar and dragging him out of the basement. "Ab tumhe pata chalega asli dard kya hota hai."

"Your death won't be that easy. Now, you'll know what true pain feels like."

The dim moonlight barely penetrated the thick fog that clung to the farmhouse grounds as Arjun, Abrahm, and Aman stepped out from the cold chamber to an open area , Avyansh, bloodied and broken, was barely conscious,

Arjun's eyes gleamed with a lethal coldness as he picked up a pair of iron pliers from the table. He looked down at Avyansh, whose face was now pale with fear, his breathing shallow, eyes filled with dread. Every inch of him trembled.

"Tumne Pallavi ko iss halat mein dekha hoga," Arjun muttered, the words dripping with venom.

"Ab tumhe pata chalega, us dard ka asli matlab."

(You must have seen Pallavi like this. Now you'll learn the true meaning of pain.)

Arjun crouched beside Avyansh, gripping the man's fingers tightly before slowly, deliberately, wrapping the pliers around his thumb. Without breaking eye contact, he yanked. The crack of bone and tearing of skin was sickeningly loud. Avyansh let out a blood-curdling scream, writhing in agony, but Arjun wasn't done.

"Har ungli ke saath tumhara paap kum hoga," Arjun sneered, moving to the next finger. "Ek ek kar ke, tumhari zindagi tumhari aankhon ke saamne bikhar jayegi."

"With each finger, your sins will lessen. One by one, your life will shatter before your eyes."

Another finger. Another snap of bone. Avyansh howled, his body convulsing. His voice cracked under the strain, but Arjun showed no mercy. He methodically broke each finger, savoring every crack, every scream that echoed in the open area .

Abrahm stood by, his arms crossed, watching silently, his fury still burning hot. But his patience had run thin. He walked over to the table, grabbing a whip with barbed wires intertwined in its length. Without a word, he swung it, the sharp edges tearing through Avyansh's flesh, leaving deep, bloody gashes.

"Pallavi ke pair tod diye the tumne," Abrahm snarled, his voice low and menacing. "Ab tumhare pair bachaake kya karun?" He growled

(You broke Pallavi's legs. Why should I spare yours?)

He brought the whip down again, the force snapping against Avyansh's legs. With every strike, the barbs dug deeper, ripping apart flesh and muscle. Blood pooled on the floor, and Avyansh's screams became hoarse cries for mercy, but no one listened.

Aman, standing in the shadows, finally stepped forward. His face was calm, but his eyes were dark with vengeance.

"Abrahm, ek last cheez bachi hai," he said, his voice deadly quiet.

(Abrahm, there's one last thing left.)

Abrahm nodded, understanding. He walked to the side of the room and grabbed a bucket of salt. Slowly, deliberately, he tipped the bucket over Avyansh's open wounds. The salt stung as it entered the gashes, causing Avyansh to scream even louder, his voice a broken whisper of agony.

"Dard abhi shuruat hai," Arjun whispered in Avyansh's ear, his voice as cold as ice. "Tumne Pallavi ko jitna dard diya, tumhe usse kai guna zyada milega."

(Pain is just the beginning. The suffering you gave Pallavi, you'll feel it tenfold.)

Avyansh, his body shaking uncontrollably, begged through his gasps.

"Mujhe maar daalo... bas khatam kar do..."

(Just kill me... end it...)

But Aman crouched down, gripping Avyansh's face tightly.

"Torture sirf Pallavi par nahi ki gayi thi, Khanna. Tumhara ant bhi ka shuruvaat bhi tabhi huyi , fark ithna hai ki , ithna dardnaak maut milega ki , aane wale kisi bhi janam mein tum pallavi kya , kisi se taraf , aankh utake dekhne keliye sou baar sochega " Aman growled in cold yet demeanour voice.

(The torture wasn't inflicted only on Pallavi, Khanna. Your end and its beginning also started then; the only difference is that your death will be so excruciating that in any of your future lives, you will think a hundred times before even daring to look up at any girl )

Then, Aman's eyes shifted to the corner of the room, where a large rope , he tied his neck with rope and chocked his neck , and left the rope at the time he felt like avyansh left his breath ,"

" Tumhe ithni jaldi sukoon nahi milegi , ek ek second tadap tadap ke maroge tum " Aman said calmly, pressing the shoe on his face and roughly kicked his face .

Finally, Arjun grabbed Avyansh by the hair and dragged him to an isolated area that seems like a jungle which is connected with the form house .

Avyansh's broken, mutilated body left a trail of blood behind. They reached the jungle area , where Zeus ( mother of alex ) the jaguar still waited, pacing restlessly in her cage.

Arjun pulled open the cage door, allowing Zeus to step out. Her powerful body moved with grace as she circled Avyansh, her eyes blazing with the fury of a predator who had found its prey.

" Zeus, this is the man who touched your lady boss. Now it's time for you to take revenge. " Arjun said quietly, his voice filled with command .

With a low growl, Zeus lunged at Avyansh, her claws sinking into his chest as she tore through flesh and bone. His screams filled the night air once more, but this time, they were weaker. Zeus didn't stop. She ripped through his shoulder, separating it from his body, blood spraying everywhere.

Avyansh begged for death, but his tormentors stood silently, watching as Zeus tore him apart. Piece by piece, limb by limb, until there was almost nothing left.

Finally, as Avyansh lay on the ground, barely alive, Zeus let out one last roar and bit into his throat, ending his suffering for good.

Arjun, Abrahm, and Aman stood still, the weight of justice heavy in the air. They didn't speak as they turned away, leaving the remains of Avyansh Khanna to the wilderness. The night was silent now, the only sound the faint rustling of the wind as they walked back to their cars.

"Agar Arjun Srivastav ne kisi ko khatam karne ka socha, toh na rahegi koi gawah, na rahega koi saboot. Jab woh faisla leta hai, toh bas maut ki khamoshi chhodi jati hai. '

"If Arjun Srivastav decides to eliminate someone, there will be no witnesses, no evidence left behind. When he makes a decision, only the silence of death is what remains. " He says and keeps his shades and leaves the jungle along with Abrahm and Aman..

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After 36 hours , late night in the hospital..

Pallavi slowly blinked her eyes open, her vision blurred at first before clearing to reveal Arjun sitting beside her. His hand gently caressed her hair, his face etched with worry. He hadn't noticed she was awake, too lost in thought. With her free hand, Pallavi reached out and touched his cheek softly.

"Arjun..." she whispered, her voice hoarse.

He snapped out of his trance, his eyes widening with both relief and guilt. "Pallavi... I'm so sorry," his voice cracked, the words heavy with emotion.

Pallavi shook her head slightly.

"It's not your fault" she reassured him, her voice gentle but firm.

She shifted slightly on the bed, wincing in pain, and then looked at him with a quiet plea in her eyes.

"Will you lie down with me here ,?" she asked, patting the space beside her.

Without a moment's hesitation, Arjun lay down beside her on the narrow hospital bed, careful not to hurt her. He turned toward her, his eyes filled with remorse

. "Still, never forgive me" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Pallavi smiled weakly, taking his hand and placing it gently on her stomach. She rested her head on his arm, sighing softly.

"Bilkul bhi maaf nahi karungi," she teased, a hint of playfulness returning to her voice. "Par iske badle mein aapko saza milegi."

("I won't forgive you at all. But in return, you'll get a punishment.")

Arjun chuckled softly, shifting her head to rest on his chest, his arm wrapped protectively around her.

"Mujhe har saza manzoor hai," he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

(I accept any punishment.)

She closed her eyes, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath her ear.

"Mein jab bhi aapko Arjun kehkar bulavungi, aapko mere saath khada hona hai," she mumbled sleepily. "Yeh hi aapka punishment hai."

(Whenever I call you 'Arjun', you have to stand by me. That will be your punishment.)

He smiled softly, brushing his lips against her hair.

"Agar tum nahi bhi bolti, tab bhi main hamesha tere saath khada pati," he mumbled, his voice soft yet filled with conviction.

(Even if you don't say it, I'll always stand by your side.)

In the doorway, Abhram stood silently, his eyes brimming with unshed tears as he watched the tender moment unfold. Aman placed a comforting hand on his shoulder, whispering,

"Yeh un dono ka waqt hai, hum baad mein baat karenge." He muttered and took him to cafeteria by giving some privacy to them

("This is their time; we'll talk later.")

Arjun glanced down at Pallavi, who had drifted off to sleep, exhausted from the effects of the medicine. He leaned close to her ear, his voice a mere whisper,

"Ab mein kisi ko bhi humare beech mein nahi aane dunga, Pallavi."

(Now, I won't let anyone come between us, Pallavi.)

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Metropolitan city

Mumbai

A bustling Mumbai street, horns blaring in the evening traffic. A guy in a police uniform waited patiently in his car at the traffic signal, his eyes wandering until they settled on a little girl selling flowers on the sidewalk.

"Fhool lelo baba, in fhoolon ki khushboo se mood fresh ho jayega," the little girl said, holding up a bunch of colorful blooms.

("Buy some flowers, sir, their fragrance will refresh your mood.")

The man in the car smiled softly, taking the flowers and handing her a 500-rupee note.

"Saheb, humare paas chhutte nahi hain," the girl stammered, wide-eyed at the large bill.

(Sir, I don't have change.)

"Koi baat nahi, baaki paise se chocolates khareed lena," he said kindly, rolling up the window as the signal turned green.

(No problem, buy chocolates with the rest of the money.)

The car moved forward, but the flowers in his hand stirred something deep within him. Staring at the vibrant petals, his eyes misted over.

"Tumhe pata hai, Anni, jab bhi in phoolon ko dekhta hoon, mera mood ekdum fresh ho jaata hai," he remembered her words .

(You know, Anni, whenever I look at these flowers, my mood instantly brightens.)

"Aisa lagta hai in phoolon ne toh mahool ke saath zindagi mein bhi khushnuma banayi hai," he continued remembering, smiling sadly at the memory.

(It feels like these flowers brighten not only the atmosphere but also life itself.)

His grip tightened gently around the flowers as his thoughts turned in pain .

"Kahan chali gayi thi, Pallu? Itni bhi kya badi galti ho gayi mujhse? Agar galti hui bhi, toh daant leti, jagda karti...humesha ki gussa ho jaati, lekin chod kar kyun chali gayi?" His voice broke, the weight of her absence settling heavily in his chest.

(Where did you go, Pallu? What mistake of mine was so big? If I made a mistake, you could have scolded me, fought with me... got angry like always, but why did you leave?)

"Ajeeb si tasalli milti hai tumhare baare mein sochne par bhi," he whispered, a bitter smile tugging at his lips. "Phir kaise maan lu ki yeh ishq bewajah hai?"

("It's strange, I feel comforted just thinking about you. So how can I believe that this love is pointless?")

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