Soon after, we reached our penthouse. I again pulled her body in my arms and made my way inside. She is now totally silent, just shaking a little bit.

Putting her on the sofa I hurriedly fished the first-aid kit from one of the kitchen's cabinets. While applying the antiseptic solution on her arm she hissed badly. I don't know how to dress up someone's wound. I never did. So, I made my hands touch her injury as lightly as they could. While doing so, I could feel her gaze on me.

I looked at her face to which her eyes welled up again and she immediately looked down. I sighed and grabbed the antiseptic cream.

"It's hurting..." she commented while I was applying the cream.

"I will do it gently."

"Not here." I looked at her face, not getting the meaning of her words. Her face was crunched as she sucks her lower lips. Her other hand clutched the shirt around her chest.

"What should I do?"

I put the antiseptic away and kneeled in front of her. Grabbing both of her knees I shook her gently. She looked at me as she chewed her lower lip. Making a direct eye contact with her, I said-

"Be mine."

"Huh?"

"Be mine, Vani. I promise I will make the world kneel in your feet. I'll not let a single scratch touch you. You will never cry again. Give me a chance. Let me love you."

I wanted to say this to her the day we got married.

Getting no words from her, my hold on her knees tightened. Why can't she give me a chance? Why can't she trust me once? Just give me a word, my love. I guarantee you will not regret it. Just a word. But she didn't seem to answer anything, why? 

Calming my raging hormones, I got up.

But before I could move forward, her small hands grabbed my wrist. I looked down to see her neck hung low.

"My waist," she muttered. I frown.

"Injured... my waist." her mouth tried to make a sentence but as soon as I got what she was trying to say, I again kneeled and pulled her shirt up from her waist.

There were scratches arched from the back side of her waist to her stomach. The area was scorching red and was bleeding. Clenching my jaw, I again dipped the cotton in the antiseptic solution.

"I'm sorry, but I don't have the energy to attend to my injury." She whispered.

"You don't need to feel sorry. I'm more than happy to attend to your needs. Even if you have no energy, I'll pull up in my arms. You can rely on me. You have me now. But my love don't do this again." I ranted while applying the ointment on her waist. I didn't fail to notice the goosebumps rising on her waist whenever my fingers touched her.

"Don't injure yourself for anyone. If anyone says something to you, tell me their names. I'll make sure that person bleeds till death. I'll make sure that person never sees you again and this world." I could feel my eyes burn.

For her, I can burn this whole world and let her dance on their ashes. But my trance broke when I heard her wince.

"Does it hurt?" I tried to make my voice as gentle as it could. But she said nothing. Her silence is pricking in my heart. After I dressed her wounds, I again looked at her. She was looking at her hands blankly.

"Can you walk?" she sighed and nodded no. Swiftly, I again pulled her body in my arms and started walking upstairs.

Now, I noticed. She weighs almost nothing. I can walk for a whole day with her in my arms.

Putting her in our bed, I covered her body with the blanket. Her steady breaths put me at ease. I kissed her puffy eyes and dabbed her head for few times.

"Sleep well, my love." With this, I got up and left the room.

Her cries are still echoing in my ears. Her begging is still twisting my guts. Her painful screaming still roaming in my head. She doesn't deserve this.

I made my way out and sat in my car again. I took my phone out from my pants pockets and dialed a number which I hadn't dialed for 2 months now,

"Hello-

"Do we have something to play?"

"Dude, it's 10:00. Why do you need something now?"

"Siddharth, answer my question only, there is no need to question me back." My voice came dangerously low, I don't like it when someone questions me back.

"Chill dude. Remember a guy who once claimed to be a lawyer and almost scammed the media?"

"..."

"I have my hands on him. Go to our warehouse and you will find him there. And don't worry, there is no scratch on his body till now. I saved him exclusively for you." I could feel him winking on the other side. Groaning, I hung up and left for my warehouse where I would hunt that mouse.

This place was my favourite till I married Vani. And you see the preference changed. 

In somewhere between Aravalli hills, I had a property. That was a 'gift' from my enemies. Should I say I got it or snatched it? Whatever, but an abandoned villa seems a good personal torcher ground.

Making my way in, I was greeted by a blood stench. And unknowingly it reminds me of her blood. My rage fueled. She shouldn't bleed even a drop of blood. I could hear my sharp footsteps as I proceeded to go in. Everything was dark, but when screams echoed in the darkness it had some beautiful effects.

Soon after, I saw a man tied in a chair, with his head hung low. If his head was not dangling lightly, I would have assumed he as dead. But his bad luck.

He flinched when I closed the door behind me and locked it. His bloodshot eyes looked at me fearfully. Yes fear, that's what I like.

"L-leave me. I-I hadn't d-done anything." He tried.

"Not anything?"

"Y-yes. p-please, help me."

"Too bad." I picked up a ride which was silently residing below the window. Room was utterly dark, only the moonlight was coming through the window and ventilation.

With the swift turn of my wrist, the rode connected to his face. His mouth splattered blood. I frown at his lack of response. He is supposed to scream, beg me to leave him. I pulled his hair up only to see him smirking. Too bad, I know how to remove arrogance.

I dropped the rode and picked up a knife lying exclusively for me. While picking it up I saw various needles, hammers, axes, nails, plucker and many more things residing on the table. Smirking to myself, I made a mental note to use everything to the full extent. Nice job, Siddharth. Nice job.

He was still smirking at me. Exhaling I let my negative side take over me. Knife would be the best starter. Nodding to myself, I slid the knife to his chest and poked slightly. I see a drop of blood. He hissed but refused to give me the response I wanted.

I changed the position of my knife and let it slide under his skin. Now, I could see a good amount of his skin which was peeled by my knife, followed by his blood. I let the knife go further.

"Leave me, you bastard!" he yelled. Now, now. We are getting on the track.

"This is just starters, sweetheart," I whispered looking directly at my knife which was still peeling his skin. He yelped. Now, we got a good amount of patience and willpower.

I made the distance from his body and again went toward the table and picked up a handful of needles. His eyes were following my gestures and I see confusion on his face.

I grabbed his jaw and pulled out his tongue. His eyes widened; guess he was not expecting this. I poked one needle on his tongue, and he screamed. Another one, another scream. Now, this is what I wanted. His eyes shed warm liquid. But I couldn't care less. 6 needles on his tongue and 18 screams. I had a weird fetish to count the screams of my prey. It gives me satisfaction.

Removing my hand from his jaw I picked up nails and hammer. His face was now pale, but still, he couldn't guess my next step.

"Look, sweetheart, look here." I grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled his neck up. He should look at me with fear. I should see fear in his eyes.

Placing the nail on his left knee, I felt his shivering. His throat made noises.

"Be clear Sweetheart. What are you saying?" I chuckled as I looked at him. His pupil shrunk when he saw my face. Yes, the way I wanted.

He started wriggling violently like this is how he is going to be free. Fool.

"Sit still, sweetheart. My aim will be missed." Without doing much I hit the hammer on the nail. His mouth screamed. My heart felt at peace. I gave another blow to the nail, and it directly went inside his knee.

I wiped my face and looked at the masterpiece I created. His face was filled with needles, legs with nails. Fingers broken; half of the skin peeled off. Locking the door, I left the man inside. I glanced at my hands which were now smeared with blood.

To think, I would do this again after I married to my sanity. But my rage did blow off to some extent. The rage I felt after 4 months. This is the longest I held within myself. For this whole 4 months, her mere presence was doing the magic. But when I saw her losing her calm like that, I couldn't hold himself.

I checked in at my home at 5:00 a.m. I frowned at the lack of interaction. Usually, Vani wakes up at 4:30, and today she is 30 minutes late. I very well know her obsession with getting on time, she is not even 1 minute late. And now, 30? That's weird.

I made my way up to our room only to see her sleeping soundly. My heart melts at the scene. She looked so peaceful and serene at this moment. I wish she was always this peaceful. I never believed in God, but she did. And for her sake, I pray to the upper entity that she will always find peace and happiness in whatever she does. I pray she finds her happiness once again.