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Flashback

Advika sat on the edge of her bed in London, the city lights casting a soft glow through the window. She had just wrapped up her day, but there was one more thing she had to do—call her parents.

Her phone buzzed in her hand as the video call connected, and the warm, familiar faces of her parents, Ravindra and Kiran, appeared on the screen. They were in India, on a road trip, as always keeping their spirits high, despite the time zone difference.

“How’s my baby doing?” Her mom’s voice filled the screen, her smile as radiant as ever.

“I’m good, Mom. Just busy with work. How about you guys?” Advika smiled back, settling into the corner of her bed.

“We’re having a great time, sweetheart. Just waiting for a little snack to come up on the road. Don’t worry about us, we’re fine.”

Her father’s voice added in the background, filled with the same warmth.

They chatted for a while, as Advika’s heart swelled with love and longing. The sound of the road and cars passing by could be heard in the background. It was so normal, so peaceful. Her parents were on the move, doing what they loved.

But just as the conversation was winding down, her mother’s voice became muffled. Advika glanced at the screen, realizing her mom had forgotten to end the call.

“Mom?” she called out softly, about to end the call herself.

But then…

A noise, faint but unmistakable, came through the phone. It wasn’t the usual road noise. It was a sound of scuffling, muffled voices, and something… else.

Advika’s curiosity piqued. She adjusted her phone, leaning in closer, listening intently. She could barely make out the words, but the rising tension in their voices was unmistakable.

Suddenly, a loud crash echoed through the line, followed by her father’s voice, filled with alarm, “Kiran! What—?”

There was a thud. A struggle. Another crash. Advika’s heartbeat quickened, her throat tightening in fear.

“What’s happening?” she whispered to herself, her hands shaking as she pressed the phone tighter to her ear, straining to hear.

The muffled voices on the other end grew louder, chaotic. She could hear her mother’s voice now, frantic, crying out her father’s name, then a man’s voice, calm and cold, cutting through the chaos.

“Shut up. Both of you.”

Her eyes blurred with tears as she strained to hear their voices one last time.

Her mother was crying now, her voice breaking. “Please! Please don’t hurt us!”

“Too late for that,” came the cold response.

The phone screen trembled in Advika’s hand, her heart shattered into a thousand pieces as she heard the sounds of the struggle intensify. But all she could do was listen. Listen to her parents’ last moments. Listen as they screamed for their lives, listen as the darkness closed in.

Then, silence.

A dead, hollow silence.

Advika’s chest tightened as the phone screen went blank. The call had ended—only a few seconds after that haunting silence.

She had heard it all. Every cry, every plea. She was helpless. The daughter who should’ve been there, unable to protect the two people who meant everything to her.

Her heart shattered as she slid to the floor, cradling the phone in her hands, knowing it would never bring them back. She was too far away to stop it. Too far away to save them.

And in that moment, all Advika could feel was a hollow, aching rage, the kind that only a daughter could feel for her parents—her parents, who were taken from her so violently, so unfairly. The vengeance was already burning deep inside her, and she vowed, silently, to make them pay. Every single one of them.

She gathered all yeh proofs but she trusted the wrong person The men she thought will help her to have justice betrayed him , the courtroom had felt like a cage, and Advika had been trapped inside it. The judgment was delivered—her last hope for justice shattered. She couldn’t stand the weight of the loss, the failure of the law, and the betrayal by the very system meant to protect her.

Out of frustration, Advika stormed out of the courtroom, her fists clenched at her sides. The rage burned inside her like a fire she couldn’t control. She needed to find somewhere to release it, somewhere that once gave her solace.

She drove through the empty streets, not caring where she was going. The destination, however, was already set in her mind.

The temple.

She pulled into the temple’s quiet, dimly lit courtyard. The silence in the air seemed suffocating, the stillness almost mocking her.

As Advika stepped inside, the faint scent of incense hit her nose, but it did nothing to calm her mind. The stone walls seemed indifferent, the ancient statues lifeless and silent. The sacred space that had once felt like a refuge now felt cold and hollow.

She walked past the idols of the gods, her heart full of bitterness. The rage that had been simmering in her for months, years even, now reached its boiling point.

Stopping in front of the idol of the goddess, Advika stared at it, her hands shaking with fury. "Pathar ki murti!" she yelled, her voice raw with anger. "What good are you? What good is your silence? You stood here, watched my parents die, and you did nothing. Nothing! All these years I prayed to you, asked for justice, but you couldn’t care less. You did nothing."

Her breath came in sharp, ragged bursts. "You allowed them to kill them, to take my world from me. You let them murder my parents here in this very temple, and all you could do was watch. And now, what? You’re still sitting here, pretending to be the one who protects, the one who listens. You failed me—just like everyone else."

Her fists clenched tighter, her body trembling with the force of her emotions. "You’re just a stone, aren’t you? You’re no different than the monsters who killed my parents. You failed me just as they did. You’re worthless. PATHAR KI MURTI!"

She sank to her knees in front of the idol, her tears blurring her vision. But these weren’t tears of grief anymore. No, these were tears of anger—pure, unrelenting rage. "I was just a little girl, praying for my parents, for a chance to save them. But you didn’t even blink. You didn’t even flinch when they took them from me. So what’s the point of praying to you? What’s the point of believing in you?"

The idol, silent and unmoving, gave her no answer.

"Fine." Advika’s voice was cold now, her anger focused. She stood up slowly, wiping away the tears. "I see now. I can’t count on you. You’re nothing."

With one last look at the statue, Advika turned, her face set in determination. "If I want justice, I’ll take it myself. And you… you can keep your silence."

Present Day

Advika stood in front of Raghav now, her heart steeled with the same determination that had ignited in the temple. The gods had failed her. The law had failed her. But she wouldn’t fail herself.

"I’ll make you pay," she said, her voice steady and filled with a deadly calm.

The night was thick with tension, the air cold and still. The temple, ancient and unyielding, loomed behind them like a silent witness to the sins of the past. Advika stood face to face with Raghav, her fingers tightening around the gun in her hand.

Vivan and her uncle stood a few feet away, watching, ready to intervene if necessary. But before anyone could act, Raghav’s eyes flickered with a last desperate idea.

With lightning-fast reflexes, he lunged forward, slamming the temple doors shut with a heavy thud, trapping himself and Advika inside. The sound echoed through the hollow stone walls, sealing them in as Vivan and Advika’s uncle rushed forward, pounding against the doors.

"Advika!" Vivan’s voice was sharp with panic.

Before she could react, Raghav struck. His foot swung out, kicking the gun from her grasp. It skidded across the floor, disappearing into the darkness.

Advika’s breath hitched.

She had come straight from the hospital, her body weak, wounds still fresh. She was in no condition for a physical fight, but she had no choice. She lunged at him, fists clenched, driven by pure instinct.

Raghav, stronger and unharmed, easily dodged her attack. With a brutal shove, he sent her crashing backward. Pain shot through her spine as she hit the cold stone floor, gasping for breath.

Raghav towered over her, his lips curling into a smirk. "You really thought you could win?" he sneered, watching her struggle. "You’re just as weak as you were back then. The little girl who lost everything."

Advika’s vision blurred for a moment, her body screaming in pain. But then, something shifted.

The flickering oil lamps cast long shadows across the temple, and for a split second, she felt something—an unseen presence, an energy that filled the sacred space.

Her eyes flickered to the trishul resting in Mata’s murti's grasp.

A weapon of divinity. A symbol of justice.

With a burst of strength she didn’t know she had, Advika lunged forward, wrapping her fingers around the metal. The second her hands touched it, a strange calm settled over her.

The temple was eerily silent except for the pounding on the heavy doors outside. Vivan and Advika’s uncle were trying to break through, their voices desperate, but inside—inside, it was just her and Raghav.

He smirked, thinking he had the upper hand. But he didn’t know—this fight had already been decided the moment he killed her parents.

Advika took a slow step forward, the trishul gleaming in her grip.

And as she moved, the past came rushing back.

The first one—Vishesh

She remembered the way he had begged for his life, the way he had tried to run when he realized who she was. But there had been no escape. She had intoxicated him alcohol, his own habits of drinking heavily and trusting her made him lose his life . The moment she got a chance she pushed him from the club building closing his chapter.

His screams had echoed in her ears long after the flames had died down.

Then the second—Abhishek

He had a doubt on him and came there to kill her. He was the one who had hidden behind power and connections, thinking no one could touch him. She had made sure he felt what her parents had felt—helplessness.

His screams had echoed in her ears long after the flames had died down

She killed him by burning his im fire and then disposing his burnt body in the same place where they once had burnt his parents body.

They had paid.

And now, so would Raghav.

Her grip on the trishul tightened as her eyes refocused on the man before her.

For years, he had lived thinking he was untouchable. That the world would always protect him. That the law, the system, the very foundation she had relied on for justice would shield him from his sins.

But not this time.

This time, she was the law.

Raghav saw the change in her eyes. The moment he realized—she wasn’t hesitating. There was no uncertainty, no doubt.

Just justice.

"You wanted to know when this would end?" she said, her voice cold, steady.

Raghav’s smirk wavered. "Advika—"

She didn’t let him finish.

With one final step forward, she drove the trishul through his chest.

His body jerked, a choked gasp escaping his lips. Blood trickled from his mouth as his legs gave way beneath him. His hands clawed at the weapon, at the wound, at anything—but there was no saving him now.

He had run out of chances.

He had run out of time.

Advika stood over him, watching as his body slumped onto the cold stone floor. The life in his eyes dimmed, his breath turning shallow until, finally—it stopped.

A gust of wind howled through the temple, stirring the dust, making the lamps flicker wildly.

And for the first time, she felt them.

Her parents.

She didn’t see them, but she didn’t need to. Their presence wrapped around her like a silent promise, a quiet assurance—they were at peace now.

A breath shuddered out of her, but no tears fell.

She had no regrets.

The doors burst open, and Vivan rushed inside. His eyes scanned the temple, landing on her. On the blood-stained trishul in her hand. On the man lying lifeless at her feet.

For a second, there was nothing but silence.

Then, relief.

It was over.

Advika exhaled slowly, her grip loosening on the weapon. The weight she had carried for years—the rage, the pain, the burden of her parents’ injustice—it all lifted.

Justice had been served.

And this time, no one could take it from her.

He closed the distance between them and pulled her into his arms.

Advika stiffened for a second before exhaling a deep, shuddering breath, letting herself sink into his warmth. The storm inside her—the rage, the pain, the fight—had finally settled.

It was over.

She closed her eyes, her body exhausted, her mind slipping into a haze.

And the next time she opened them—

She was in a hospital room.

The bright white walls, the beeping of machines, and the faint scent of antiseptic filled the air. Her body felt heavier, the remnants of pain lingering in her muscles.

She blinked, adjusting to the light. And then—

Vivan.

He was right there, sitting beside her, his fingers curled around her hand. His usual composed expression was fractured with relief, concern, and something deeper—something unspoken.

“Vivan…” her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

His grip on her hand tightened slightly. “You scared the hell out of me, Advika.” His voice was low, filled with emotions he rarely let show.

She tried to sit up, but he stopped her with a gentle hand on her shoulder. “You need to rest,” he murmured.

A small silence stretched between them before Advika finally spoke, her voice softer this time. “It’s over.”

Vivan exhaled, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. “Yeah,” he said. “It’s over.”

She searched his eyes, finding something in them that made her heart ache in a way she didn’t fully understand. This man—who had walked into her life, collided with her in ways she never expected, stood beside her even when she hurted him , he was still here.

She had lost so much. But somehow, she still had him.

Her fingers curled around his hand, her strength weak but certain.

She looked at him softly and said,"I love you"

He looked at her lovingly ,"I love you too."

Vivan leaned closer, his forehead brushing against hers, a silent promise in that touch. Neither of them spoke. They didn’t need to.

For the first time in years, Advika felt free.

And this time, she wasn’t alone.

~Saach ki jeet hui,

Burai ki haar!!

Lad rhi thi voh insaaf ki jung,

Jisma ussa mil gya uska jeevan ka pyaar~