Chapter 28 | Truth and Madness..

Tere ishq main saari hadde par karlu

Tujhe koi chye use phele uski jaan main le lu

Barbad kar du ise jahan ko main, agar

Tere sharir pe main ek kharch bhi dekh lu

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As I stepped into the torture room, the haunting melody of Imman's screams enveloped me. "Haye kya Dunn hai!" he wailed, his voice cracking under the unbearable pain. Mark meticulously severed his fingers, amplifying Imman's anguish. The terror etched on his face resembled a fish gasping for water, providing me with twisted satisfaction. His pleading eyes and contorted features only fueled my determination.

I stood before him, scrutinizing every twitch, every tremble. Before ending his miserable life, I needed answers. What dark secrets lay hidden behind his twisted grin? What did he know about my sweetheart past? Why did he target her? What sinister motives drove him to inflict such brutality? My mind raced with questions, and I was determined to uncover every shred of truth. As I am well aware of the fact that he is behind me. But...

"Tell me, Imman," I demanded, my voice cold, calculated and devoid of empathy. "What's your connection to Ashika? What did she do to deserve this brutality? Speak now, and perhaps you'll find mercy." Imman's screams subsided, replaced by labored breathing. His chest heaved, and his eyes begged for respite. "P-please... mercy," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

My gaze intensified, burning with anticipation. "Mercy?" I repeated, my tone laced with disdain. "You showed none to Ashika. Now, talk! Unravel every mystery, every secret. What do you know about her? Why did you hurt her?" Imman's terrified gaze locked onto mine, and I sensed his resolve crumbling. "I'll... tell... everything," he whispered, his words dripping with desperation. I nodded, my determination for truth intensifying. "Begin."

Imman's words dripped like venom as he revealed his twisted tale. Three years ago, he infiltrated my business, stealing equipment and deceiving me. His illicit empire thrived on gunrunning, organ trafficking and other nefarious activities. But what nauseated me was his involvement in human trafficking, particularly women. The thought of innocent lives being brutalized and exploited made my blood boil.

My anger flared, remembering how I'd almost killed him then. However, someone had freed the captives, frustrating Imman and foiling his sinister plans. "How does Ashika fit into this?" I growled, my patience wearing thin. Imman's pained smirk ignited my fury. "She's a bird, beautiful and elusive," he taunted. Possessiveness consumed me. "How dare you!" I roared, beating him with a rod. "She belongs to me! Only I have rights over her! You'll never speak of her again."

Imman spat blood, his eyes pleading for mercy. "She... was one of them... kidnapped... helped the others escape," he stammered. My heart swelled with pride. "My lioness, Ashika!" Her bravery and resilience left me breathless. Imman coughed, struggling to continue. "She outsmarted me... released herself and the others... after enduring unimaginable torture." My devotion intensified. "My brave, beautiful baccha!" Tears of pride welled up in my eyes.

Ashika's strength and resilience solidified my resolve. I vowed to protect her forever. "You underestimated her," I sneered at Imman. "She's not just any bird; she's my lioness, and she'll never be caged."

I settled into the ornate chair, crossing my legs with calculated nonchalance. Imman cowered beneath my cold, dark gaze. His shivering fueled my sadistic satisfaction. My inner devil reveled in his terror. I love that when people are afraid and terrified of me. I got sukoon looking at them when they are under my mercy. I smirk at him, looking at his miserable condition.

"Tell me about Ashika," I commanded, voice dripping with menace. "What secrets do you hide?"

I'm well aware of the fact that he knows something important, something which I related to my jaana. Maybe the truth of her hunting past because I get his call records of 3 years ago of him with that basterd Ashika step dad. Which connects him. He must know him.

"How do you know Abhishek Pathak." He remained silent and maybe fainted. But Imman's silence infuriated me. "Mark, bring the bucket of water and burning rod. You know Mark, his one eyes I pulled off from the socket that time, now it's time for another one what say." I asked Mark who is holding a burning rod, I told him to penetrate that rod straight to his eyes. And Imman's screams filled the room. " Wow Mark kitna maja aa raha hai na." I asked him.

" Yes Boss." Mark replied while smiling ohh now he started adapting the environment well for him.

" Now it's your turn, Talk!" I demande.

Gasping, Imman revealed, "Abhishek Pathak hired me to kidnap Ashika." What he..he is the one, fucking basterd consume my angel childhood and then sold her to him. Anger took over me I started beating him without care. He is screaming but I didn't hear him at all that basterd I want him right know, I want him, I fucking want him.

"Boss"

"Boss!" Mark shouted I glare at him. " Bos-s he is going to die."

"That's the thing I want Mark." I said

"But Boss,  he must be aware of something more." Yes he is right I can't let him die easily. Okk

"So Mr. Imman told me all the truth. Fast fast"

" I d-on't do-n't know a-nyth-ing." He said shuttering. What he said, how dare he didn't know anything. He had to know all this thing. I poured acid on his hand and he screamed his lungs out.

" Haha ha.... kaisa laga. Be a good boy, OPPS now you are not a boy" I pouted. " Be a good blood old man and tell me the fucking truth." I shout at him.

"He planned to murder her father, marry her mother, and claim the inheritance." Rage consumed me. "You monster!" I pounded Imman's battered body.

"Why?" I growled, my eyes blazing. Imman coughed blood. "He worked under Ashika's real father... After killing his father he thinks that all the property and money are under the name of her mother so he thinks of manipulating her mother to control, All the property but later he got to know that all the property and money belongs to Ashika and she only got all this thing after getting married" My possessiveness surged. "Mine," I snarled.

Mark intervened, "Boss, he's losing consciousness." I glared. "Keep him awake. Our conversation is far from over." Imman's terrified gaze locked onto mine. "Please... mercy."

Imman revealed Abhishek's true intentions: "He planned to marry me Ashika, gaining control of her inheritance." My mind reeled. "How do you know Abhishek?" Imman whispered, " I didn't know him personally it's just a work connection nothing more. He promised me a give share and one of partnership....But before everything happened Ashika's escape ruined everything. And you get the opportunity also and destroy everything but that time I get saved and I have to leave the country. Just because of you and her I'm in this condition. He shouted angered

Fury boiled over. "You'll pay for your sins." I rose, towering over Imman. "Your secrets are mine. Ashika belongs to me now." Mark's warnings fell deaf. "Let him suffer."

Here's Mr. Randhawa's perspective:

As I watched Imman's fate unfold, my satisfaction grew. saving victory. Mark ensured Imman's body dissolved completely in the acid. My eyes gleamed with a cold calculation.

As I stood amidst the shadows, Imman's agonized screams faded into silence. The acid's deadly embrace consumed him, erasing his treacherous existence. "Nayak nahi khalnayak hu main," I whispered, my voice a melancholic melody.

I turned to Mark. "Ensure no traces remain." My instructions were clear. With Imman's demise, my possessiveness over Ashika intensified. And Mark's efficient hands ensured nothing remained. My gaze swept the room, verifying the eradication of evidence. Ashika's secrets were now mine alone. Possessiveness flared within me. My lione

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I lay trapped in slumber, haunted by nightmares. Memories of the kidnapping assaulted me - merciless hands, cruel laughter, and helpless screams. I stirred restlessly, mumbling incoherently, "Don't hit me...leave me alone." Sweat dripped from my brow, soaking the plush pillow. My chest heaved, and ragged breathing filled the silence. Fear gripped my face, eyes wide with terror.

Jolting awake, panic consumed me. Tears streamed down, mingling with anguish. The deep wounds throbbed, intensifying my agony. My body burned, every nerve screaming in protest. Disoriented, I gazed around, struggling to comprehend my surroundings. Opulent shadows enveloped me, soft lighting dancing across the luxurious room's grandeur.

Majestic chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow. Velvet curtains draped elegantly, framing the window. Intricately carved furniture adorned the space, exuding sophistication. A delicate vase on the nightstand held a single, exquisite rose. The room's splendor starkly contrasted my shattered psyche. Anxiety gnawed at my soul. I struggled to calm my racing thoughts, but memories of the ordeal lingered, taunting me.

Where am I? I thought, bewildered. The room's luxury seemed surreal. I scanned for clues: a door, a window, any escape. My gaze fell upon a figure standing motionless in the shadows. My heart skipped a beat. Fear resurfaced. Who are they? Friend or foe?ss, forever bound to my dark realm.

Terror gripped me as the figure emerged from shadows. I flinched, retreating backward, voice trembling. "Who's there?" I stammered, eyes wide with fear. The woman, 30-40 years old, with worn clothes and a gentle demeanor, approached cautiously. Her soft features didn't alleviate my dread.

"Who are you? Where am I?" I demanded, scanning the luxurious room for escape routes. The woman's hand extended, palm upward. "Ma'am, please calm down. You're safe. Sir will arrive soon. Drink some water." Her gentle tone only intensified my panic.

My mind racing, I thought: Kidnapped. Trapped. Who is this Sir? What does he want? Memories of the kidnapping flooded back. I shrieked, sobbing uncontrollably. More workers rushed in, concern etched on their faces. The room swirled into chaos.

"Please, Ma'am, calm down," one pleaded, trying to soothe me. But fear consumed me. I couldn't trust anyone. I cowered, protecting myself from potential harm. Tears streamed down my face. "Let me go!" I begged, voice hoarse from screaming.

"What did you do with her Maala." One of the workers asked her. I listened to their talk and still felt scared of them.

"I didn't do anything, she started screaming suddenly." She replied with her convenience tone.

"If Boss gets to know about this. What will you do he already told you to take care of ma'am in his absence and not let her shades a single tear. But look at her condition she is looking sacred and panicked. Ohh God Maala we all are dead if he looks at her like that." That same workers said to her and now the fear is clearly visible on her face.

I wasn't able to understand what they were talking about and whom they were talking about. I only want to protect myself right now. Please bhagwan jii, I want to go home. Tears are still shocking my cheeks it seems like, they are not planning to stop anytime soon.

AAHAN.

oh God why now. Again, him WHY am I remembering him this time but when I was unconscious I felt like I heard him. Like he is calling me. But right now I'm alone. Was he there or am I just hallucinating. But right now my concern is to get free from this unknown mansion. Please someone help me.

"Boss come fast please." That same guy said over his phone, I don't know whom they are calling but thought of that monster sending shivers down to my spine. My whole body is trembling with the thought of him around myself. I can't survive if he again did the same thing with me. I felt like dying.

Terror's dark shadows still enveloped me, kidnapping memories swirling like a relentless storm. Clutching the blanket, I cowered, trembling. Staff members swarmed, their calming words mere background whispers, ineffective against my inner turmoil. My shattered psyche refused solace, fearful of another betrayal.

The door burst open, and I flinched, eyes squeezed shut, bracing for impact. "Don't come near!" I whispered, fragile, vulnerable. Then, his voice. Mr. Randhawa's soothing melody wrapped around me like warmth, dispelling the chill.

"Sweetheart, ....Jaana," he whispered, kneeling beside me. My eyelids lifted, meeting his concerned gaze. His eyes, like tranquil oceans, calmed my turbulent soul. I dissolved into tears, embracing him desperately, arms wrapped tightly around his neck, clinging to safety.

His reassuring grip enveloped me, gentle fingers stroking my tangled hair. "Baacha, calm down. I'm here. No one will hurt you." His promise echoed, calming my fractured soul. Choking sobs racked my body. He pulled me closer, his chest absorbing my tremors. "Ok, I won't leave. Calm down, baby." His warmth seeped into my bones.

Effortlessly, he lifted me, cradling me like delicate glass. Sitting on the bed, I wrapped my legs around his waist, seeking refuge. His gentle whispers, soft temple kisses, and soothing strokes calmed my ravaged emotions. Time stood still as his protective embrace enveloped me.

In his arms, I felt sheltered, protected from the world's cruelty. "Shh, Jaana. I've got you. Forever." His vow echoed, a beacon of solace, reassuring me that I was home.

I clung to Mr Randhawa, tears streaming down, my trembling body seeking refuge. His strong arms enveloped me, warm breath soothing my skin.

"Shh, Jaana, my sweet baby," Mr Randhawa whispered, his voice a gentle melody. "No one will harm you. You're mine, forever. Your beauty, laughter, and tears - all mine to cherish, protect." His fingers stroked my hair, calming my shattered nerves.

"Y-you won't leave me?" I stuttered, fearful. Randhawa's grip tightened, assuring me.

"Never, Jaana," he vowed. "I'll protect you from the shadows themselves. No darkness will touch you." His conviction echoed deeply.

I gazed up, meeting his intense eyes. "They...they said-" My voice faltered.

Mr Randhawa's expression darkened. "Their words mean nothing. I'm your truth, Jaana. Your shield. Your sanctuary." His voice dropped to a growl. "No one will snatch you away from me."

Tears flowed anew. "But...what if-" I whispered.

Mr Randhawa's face is set in determination. "No ifs, Jaana. You're mine. I'll unleash hell's fury if anyone touches you. Your hair, skin, soul - all mine. Forever is bound to me." His eyes blazed with possessive passion.

I trembled. "You'd...do that...for me?" I asked, awed.

Mr Randhawa's voice cracked with emotion. "I'd burn worlds. Destroy universes. Your safety is my religion. Your love, my worship. You're mine, Jaana. Forever mine." His lips brushed my temple.

Mr Randhawa's possessive gaze enveloped me, simultaneously soothing and terrifying. I felt trapped, yet safe.

I don't know what he was saying but his protective embrace felt like a drug. Which heals any wound any misery and roughness.

I clung to Mr Randhawa, sobbing uncontrollably, my mind numb to everything except his protective embrace. His soothing words blended into a calming melody, but I couldn't discern their meaning. My tears slowly dried as I rested my head on his neck, feeling the warmth of his skin.

As awareness crept back, I realized I sat on his lap, surrounded by the warmth and security of his presence. I pulled back, gasping softly. Our faces were inches apart, his dark eyes burning with intense warmth. The gentleness of his gaze surprised me.

Mr Randhawa's fingers caressed my forehead with tender care. Soft lips brushed against my hair, sending shivers down my spine. "Are you okay, sweetheart?" he whispered, his voice low and husky. I froze, startled by the kiss, my heart racing. What he did, is he kissed me. Oh my God.

Embarrassed, I tried shifting, but Mr Randhawa's grip tightened. "Let me go," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

"Don't protest, Seat like a good girl. I didn't want to leave you now so it's better to be like that ok" he said with a husky and dark voice and His eyes held mine, warm and commanding.

I wasn't able to say anything about it. His words seem hypnotic to me and my body is also reacting like the way he wants. Also Exhaustion overwhelmed me. My wounds ached, and my energy drained. I surrendered, resting my head on his chest. His heartbeat soothed me.

"Bring water and light food," Mr Randhawa instructed someone nearby. I tried protesting. "I'm not hungry."

"Shh if you didn't eat anything how will you take your medicine and get well like a lioness hmm." He cooed me like some child who is refusing to eat. But right now I didn't have any appetite.

" Please I don't want to have anything." I tried to convince him with my pleading tone but ..

Mr Randhawa's gaze turned firm. "Eat, I don't want my lioness looking like some weaker and pale kitten." His tone turned rough and I understand that this devil wants me to eat without uttering any single word.

Ye itna dominating kyu hai. Ise samjha main kyu nahi aata kuch. Sirf khud ki hi chalani hai. Yaha betho, ye Khao, yese raho. Oh God.

How will you heal?" His voice softened and he again said the same thing in different ways, like seriously Mr akdoo bakadoo devil . "Don't be a pale kitten. You need strength." He said softly his voice seems genuine to me. I hesitated, then nodded, succumbing to his care.

I sat ensconced in Mr Randhawa's lap, enveloped in warmth and security. His gentle fingers stroked my hair, while soft kisses brushed against my scalp. Time stood still. Our synchronized breathing was the only audible sound, a soothing melody.

The door creaked open, breaking the silence. A maid entered with a tray laden with steaming food, fragrant aromas wafting through the air. Randhawa whispered, "Time to eat, sweetheart." His warm breath caressed my ear.

I shifted uncomfortably, "Let me go. I'll eat myself."

Mr Randhawa's grip tightened. "No, Jaana. I won't leave you. You're safe with me." His eyes burned with intensity.

"How will I eat?" I protested, frustration creeping in.

Mr Randhawa's lips curled into a gentle smile. "I'll feed my sweetheart. You're too weak to hold a spoon." He spooned steaming soup, bringing it to my lips.

I scrunched my nose at the pungent smell. "Ugh, what's this?" Ab kya mujhe ye manhus si.... Before I completed the sentences he said the exact line which I'm thinking about. How.. is he Tantrik, or chudail, not chudail tho. Because he is HE.

He chuckled. "Don't stress your pretty little head my lady and focus on your soup. And I know what your pretty head is thinking, Manhus si sakal wala soup Right, but you have to drink it. And Don't worry, it's good for you. Drink quietly, and I'll get your favorite dessert." His teasing tone was irresistible.

Is he serious, do I look like a child well what can I expect from this oldie. he is bragging me with the dessert. But think about dessert Ashika... Ok fine

Dessert? My resolve crumbled. For dessert, I'd endure anything. "Fine, but hurry up."

MR Randhawa's soothing words distracted me as I sipped the soup. "You're doing great, Jaana. Every spoonful makes you stronger." His voice wove a spell around me.

"Tell me, what's your favorite book?" he asked, diverting my attention. What should I tell him that I like dark romance and fantasy types of books. And my favourite is ... Many like twisted series, hunting Adaline, corrupted pleasure, healing me, many more ahhh. 'kya swal puch liye isne' I'm not saying any truth...No a big no... Let me think about something maybe I had read some soft type of novel ohh yaa I remember

"The Little Prince," I replied, sipping the soup.

"Why?"

"Because it reminds me of myself - fragile, yet strong." Our eyes met, sparks flying.

Before I knew it, the bowl was empty. Mr Randhawa beamed. "Good girl! You finished it.

"Now, my dessert!" I said excitedly

He laughed softly and said "can't wait right sweetheart. Well here is your chocolate mousse." He summoned the maid with a smile.

I'm eating my dessert and I still feel his graze on me. But forget it.

I finished dessert, and Randhawa handed me medicine. "Rest, Jaana," he said gently, guiding me to bed. His caring gesture contrasted with my growing unease. As he caressed my head, memories flooded back. Oh fuck How long have I been here I want to go home? Panic set in.

"I want to go home," I blurted, desperation creeping into my voice. Mr Randhawa's brow furrowed. "What?" Confusion tinged his voice. I repeated, more forcefully, "I want to go home, now!" Frustration overwhelmed me.

His eyes darkened, anger flashing. "You can't go," he stated coldly. "Why?" I pressed, defiance rising. Pain shot through me. "Mujhe jaana hai! Bas" I hissed, dammit now it's also irritating me. Mr Randhawa's gaze intensified, his jaw clenched.

Mr Randhawa's anger escalated. He fisted his hands, took a deep breath, and approached me. I know he is trying to subside his anger it is clearly visible. "Sleep, sweetheart. The doctor will check on you tomorrow. I'll take you home then." His calm tone contrasted with my escalating anxiety.

I yelled, "Why don't you understand? I want to go home." But suddenly Regret washed over me as his fierce gaze pinned me. He is furiously looking at me. His eyes lost all softness, resembling a lion's glare. He marched toward me, lifting me effortlessly. And lie me on the bed and cover with the viel, he is holding my both the hand firmly.

"You're not going anywhere. And you have to Obey me, darling," he whispered, his breath hot against my ear. "Don't raise your voice ever again if you didn't want to face my devil and demand for punishment. And if you want. ..then I give you punishment. The best punishment you ever got. That is going to be your pleasure punishment without guilt hmm..." He kissed my ear lob softly. His words sent shivers down my spine. My whole body is stiff and I felt numb and intoxicating for a second. It's hot tho.... NOOO my subconscious mind whispers..

After that I didn't utter a single word. He gets after placing a soft peak on my fingers which he is holding all the time. As Mr Randhawa departed, I spotted red patches on his shirt. Is it blood oh my god. "Your back... Is it blood!" I gasped, alarm rising. He smiled faintly. "Just a colour, sweetheart." Unconvinced, I nodded softly. Maybe I don't want to hear the truth at least not now"Good night."

The door creaked shut, leaving me bewildered, fearful, and trapped. Mr Randhawa's enigmatic words and mysterious injury haunted me.

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I awakened abruptly, parched and desperate for water. Sleep's fleeting comfort escaped me, replaced by an unbearable thirst. I tossed aside the blankets, wincing as my wound protested every movement. The empty water jar on my side table mocked me, its hollow emptiness echoing my desperation.

"Oh God, where do I find water in this labyrinthine mansion?" I muttered, frustration etching my voice. And my pain also didn't help in this.

Gingerly, I dragged myself out of bed, each step exacerbating the pain. The corridor's opulence dazzled me - crystal chandeliers casting kaleidoscopic patterns, intricate furnishings, and lavish décor.

"Kitna luxurious hai ye," I breathed, awestruck by Randhawa's staggering wealth. Determined to find relief, I pushed forward.

A familiar voice drew me in - Mr Randhawa's low, mysterious tone. He spoke with the same guy, Mark.. their hushed conversation was intriguing. It's bad to hear someone's conversation right. But fuck my curious Ass.. what should I do.. my Curiosity propelled me closer. I crept toward the room, peering cautiously inside.

Mr Randhawa's battered back shocked me. When I took a close look I found his Wounds and cuts mirrored mine, his wounds are exactly the same way, like someone gave me on my body.  Is he beat.. oh God.. evoking a mix of horror and empathy. My hand instinctively covered my mouth, stifling a gasp.

Mr Randhawa's confession chilled me. Mark's words hung in the air: "Why do you do this with yourself, boss?" It means he did to himself, I gasped and tears pricked my eye.

Mr Randhawa's response sent shivers: "I failed to protect her...I'm more guilty then that fucking basterd Mark so I deserve more punishment. Right Mark" His said in a serious tone, which unnerved me, its maniacal undertones echoing through the room. Possessiveness dripped from every word, revealing a complex, intense personality. I felt chilli all over my body.

"But boss, what was your fault in this?" That Mark Guy asked again.

"It's all my fault Mark It's all my fault. I should have reached there before letting the man touch her. Tell me Mark, I'm guilty or not of course I'm, and I deserve punishment" He said not to show any kind of pain. The Mark guy is also speechless.

"Ok Boss, I have loaded your medicine and injection with the help of Miss Sharma, because you do not want to be treated by any female doctor. And at that time no other doctor can come, so you will have to apply it yourself." Mark said to him. Is he serious about how he is going to apply or inject himself.

"And boss miss Sharma is available here. Jab tak aap chaye."

"Hmm,  Mark, tell her that, Ashika had woke up some time ago and I gave her all the medicines and she needs to check her up in the morning. Be prepared." Mr Randhawa said without looking at him.

Before I listened more..Panic gripped me as a stray cat's meow betrayed my presence. I fled, heart racing, fearful of discovery. I hurriedly leave this place and go to my room and sit with thund. My mind is all messed up right now I don't understand anything right now, I'm just a puzzle.

Mr Randhawa's words haunted me. self-inflicted punishment,. Fear entwined with fascination. Where have I gotten myself into? What type of guy is he. Mr Randhawa's nature and behaviour is - complex, intense, and unsettling. His actions seemed to have driven me crazy.

I lie down on my bed, because my body and mind feel totally exhausted. Before I understand anything, medicine works on my body. I know that because I feel unconscious and when sleep takes over me I don't know ....

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