TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ : Mild Abuse

Strong language, Trauma.

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KRITI POV

SOMEWHERE IN THE DARK

I remember walking into the safe house after threatening Nikhil and the stunt my professor pulled on me, changing my clothes after a hot shower and then something hit my head, hard, too hard and now this?

This feels wrong.

Like I’m somewhere I’m not supposed to be. And deep down, I know I’m really not.

Damn my anger issues.

I blink a few times, but all I see is darkness!

Gasp.

Did I turn blind? Or did my lens get stuck in the back of my eye? Wait, I don't even wear lenses unless it's some mafia event.

I shift. Pain bursts through my body as if I've been beaten up for hours together and a string of curses rip out of my throat.

“Motherfucking son of a bitch!” I groan and pull my arm only to realise that I'm tied to metal chains which are rattling. The room reeks, not like my cocoa butter scent but of blood and grime, very cold and unsettling.

I kick my feet in the air, trying to kick something, anything just to know if I have something around me so that I could escape with it's help.

“Where are we trying to run, hmm doll?”

I freeze as I hear the voice, it's distorted because of the mask or maybe something with which he's covering his face, something that is used alot by bhai and papa when they threaten someone.

“Who the fuck are you?” I grit my teeth and all that idiot does is laugh, a creepy robotic laugh.

“Oh, my my! Singh's daughter is indeed a firecracker! I must say that I was expecting a leg opener like his wife and certainly not this.” He speaks in a condescending tone and I freeze.

How does he know about my mother? Bhai and papa told me that she died while giving birth to me and we never speak about her.

“You sorry failed lab experiment! What the fuck do you know about my family huh?” I pull myself forward with a jolt, the chains clanged in the dead silence, each sound louder than the last but then, his laughter follows again.

“Easy now, kitty.” He purrs, his hand slowly tracing the skin on my shin, all the way to my thigh and that's when it hits me that I'm not wearing my clothes but something is covering me, maybe a bedsheet or some cloth.

A fucking piece of cloth.

“I'll fucking kill you, you bastard. Ek baar papa ko pata chalne de, then you'll understand who The Real Rajat Singh is.” I spat angrily and his hand stopped dead on my inner thigh.

Good.

“Rajat Singh, hmm, that fucker and I have a score to settle and me?” I feel his mask touching my nose as I tremble slightly, his hand now tracing my cheeks softly, “I'll make sure he watches you bleed while they both remain powerless”, he growls softly.

“What the fuck do you-” I groan, kicking my feet in the air as pain shoots through my entire body again.

His one strong muscular palm is pressed up against my mouth and the other on my inner thigh and it's very painful.

The position.

The hands.

A thud sound is heard maybe he removed his mask and tossed it somewhere in the room, his voice clear now,

“Now now, I'm being nice here but you're yelling at me-” he buries his face in my neck as I feel his subtle grazing against my neck as he plants a few soft kisses and I hate this feeling.

It's uncomfortable and I don't like it. I kick again with whatever strength I could grasp but pain bursts through my neck, like a bite and sting together followed by something wet and slippery, going down my neck.

“Mhmmm, so sweet. Just like how I imagined you would taste, doll.” He muses and I shake my head continuously.

My eyes are covered, hands tied with chains and a complete unknown stranger who's on top of me, kissing my neck like he owns me all while I'm covered with just a sheet.

“Stop it.” I whisper, even the strongest of the people fall weak at one point in their life, never did I imagine that mine would come so early.

“Free yourself and I will.” He whispers, his hot breath against my earlobe as he nibbles on it and I feel something rubbing against my stomach,

No, no, no.

“Mhmm..I never got hard so quick,” he takes a deep breath in against my neck, “no wonder everyone is envious of Rajat and Veer. They get to see you, have you-”

“THEY'RE MY FAMILY! HE'S MY FATHER AND VEER IS MY BROTHER!” I scream and I don't recognise my own voice as I choke on my tears.

I didn't even realise that I was crying till I felt a salty taste against my tongue.

“You'll scream my name soon, baby.” He chuckles, and I hear the belt unbuckling sound.

“Don't you dare.”

“Your father will watch live! Oh wait-” he laughs, “he is actually.”

I stop struggling as soon as those three words leave his mouth, I'm about to say something but then the cloth on my eyes is yanked off and I blink a few times, adjusting to the lighting.

The room is dirty, bloody and filled with mud and I'm on one beautiful bed, a complete contrast to the view in front of me.

I look in front and a tripod is kept there with a camera as the red light blinks indicating that it's on.

More tears stream down my face.

“Aww! Don't worry, you'll cry more soon.”

I look at the source of the voice but there is no one in the room but me and my eyes land on the syringe that is on the ground.

He removed his mask and kissed me but it wasn't just the bite alone but the needle that was injected on my neck.

I'm going crazy, aren't I or is it already too late to realise…

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ABHIMAAN POV

I look at the glass hitting the flower vase and a sharp breaking sound cuts in and the one who threw it? Pacing around like a man possessed, a man waiting for his darkness to take control of himself and destroy anything and everything that comes in his way.

Veer. Rajat. Singh.

That's how the world knows him, the perfect heir to Singh Corporation, the perfect son of The Rajat Singh, CEO OF SINGH CORPORATION, the man who rules both, the underworld and the business world with iron fist.

And right now? They both are spiralling, not Rajat but Veer, as he paces around while Rajat just sits on the maroon arm chair swirling a whiskey glass, looking all too calm for a man who's daughter has been kidnapped and I don't like it.

Shouldn't he be going crazy like how his son is?

He should.

“Sir-”

“WHAT THE FUCK? WHO IS IT? DID WE COME TO KNOW WHO IT IS?!” Veer roars at the poor servant who almost pissed in his pants, he did I guess.

“N-no s-sir-”

“NO?” Veer speaks all too calmly, the entire mad man persona gone and this demeanour of him is what I personally fear the most and everyone else in the mafia.

The Veer who's out of control, spiralling and breaking things can be controlled but this? The one who's controlled, the intimidating one? He's hard to control.

No, he can't be controlled.

“Stop.” Rajat speaks calmly as he stands up, straightening his grey tux and walks towards the servant who's ready to faint any second now and nods.

The servant taking a cue, he starts speaking again, “A parcel was sent.”

He speaks in a shaky voice as he brings out a brown envelope, “I-it says K-kriti-”

“WHAT? HAND IT HERE.” Veer snatches it and tears the top of it and I wait along with his father.

“Just take it out already! We're not doing some pregnancy reveals. No need to be dramatic.” I chime in, riling him up and he shoots me a glare and I return it with my own.

“What is it, Veer?” Rajat asks, now getting impatient.

“A pendrive.” He speaks slowly.

“Plug it in.” I give the servant a nod who walks out, leaving us three alone in the huge living room.

We both stand on either side of Veer as he plugs in the pendrive in his laptop and the screen goes black to suddenly a dirty room with just a beautiful bed with crumbled sheets and Kriti—

“Is that Kriti?” Veer asks in a horrified tone as if the world has slipped off under his feet.

My Kriti. My Sin.

All tied up to the bed with metal chains and just a white bed sheet covering her beautiful wheat like skin.

“That fucker won't live-”

“Mhmmmm… D-o-n't tou-ch m-me-”

All three of us look back at the screen as we hear her broken tone, pleading someone not to touch her.

Who the fuck would dare to touch what's mine?

“What the fuck! Kriti! Baby! KRITI!!!!” Veer growls as if she could hear him.

“She can't hear you-” I say calmly while observing Rajat who's deep in his thoughts and given our history and how much I know him, I'm sure he has it figured out.

Old bastard.

“THEN HOW THE FUCK CAN WE HEAR HER? THERE HAS TO BE A FUCKING WAY!” Veer continues like a madman, not ready to listen.

“HA HA HA HA”.

All of us freeze as we hear laughter, a cold robotic laughter coming from the other side of the screen.

“My My! Missed me fuckers?” The unknown masked man speaks as he sits in front of the camera on the bed where Kriti is laying more like restrained.

“Who the fuck are you?” Veer growls angrily, ready to kill.

“Awww! Cute but now I want to talk to Rajat and my lovely traitor Abhimaan or more like Rajat's dog.”

I clench my jaw, it's HIM— NEEL MALHOTRA son of Vaibhav Malhotra and the head of my former organisation.

A blood and lust thirsty bastard.

If Veer is the type to bathe in blood just to see how blood feels on the skin, Neel is the type who would stab you, taste your blood and if he didn't like the taste? He'll feed you to his bloodhounds and watch it live and then be like, “MEH. Again.” Just for the thrill of it.

Both are pure sadists and psychos and are always at each other's throat, waiting to pounce and eat the other alive.

The rivalry between The Singh's and The Malhotra ’s goes way back, even before the second and third generation was born and they came to an understanding too but then she happened,

Naina Roy , daughter of the business tycoon Garv Roy and deceased wife of Rajat Singh and mother of Veer and Kriti Singh.

Everything was perfect, an arranged business deal between The Roy’s and The Singh's or that's what was shown to the world.

Rajat after his ex cheated on him decided to keep his heart close and that the marriage was just a contract but slowly they both fell for each other but what neither of us could've ever imagined was Naina’s infidelity.

She and Vaibhav Malhotra were exes, strangers and enemies in the day but lovers at night, compassionate and one soul connection and after Rajat found out that his wife? Who has a son with him aged 8 is cheating on him while being pregnant with his second child?

The man saw red and the whole “negotiation” was long forgotten and after the delivery of Kriti, she ran or that was what we all know in the mafia world but otherwise she died while giving birth to Kriti in the hospital and the truth?

No one knows.

And me? I know that this was just a whole story and Naina? She's still somewhere dead or alive, I don't give a fuck but to get what I want? I need to find out the truth.

By hook or by crook.

“Tch tch! You know what Rajat? I was expecting your daughter to be a leg opener just like your whore wife but she hit me hard, too hard that I had to inject her.” Neel speaks as if it's a random tuesday gossip.

“You sorry fucker! Touch my sister-”

“I kissed her! Tasted her! Saw her bare. She has a pretty clover tattoo on her upper inner thigh and “carpe diem” is written.”

He yanks his mask off, his jet black locks falling over his handsome face, chiseled jawline and light brown orbs smirking,

“Want more details, Veer?” He continues in a mocking tone.

“Start counting Neel. The day I get my hands on you for touching my daughter? I'll make sure that you are conscious to witness and feel every torture I put you through and I mean it.”

Rajat speaks for the second time in the same calming tone and Neel just laughs.

“So, the oldie still has some stamina. Nice. I'll be waiting, Father-in-law.” He laughs and me and Veer just clench our jaws yet again and I'm so shocked as to why my teeth didn't break.

“Touch her and you'll pray that you were never born.” I speak in a deadly tone.

“So the dog can bark,” he smirks, “Though I must say I am impressed how they taught you to bite.”

“You-”

“Mhmmm..”

“Oh! Look at that Rajat, your daughter is up, I'll have some fun with her. You'll get the recording later.” He runs his hand through his hair as he winks at us and turns off the camera.

“What the fuck-” Veer stares at the screen, smashes his laptop in one corner of the living room and stands up with a jerk.

Powerful.

“Papa. We can't sit still. We have to do something.”

“Sit.”

“But pap-”

“I SAID SIT!” Rajat shouts and then I flinch, of course I did.

“We do not act on impulse. She's my daughter too! We focus and we think. Clear?” Rajat speaks in a threatening tone and all Veer and do I is nod.

“Words, you both.”

“Hmm.”

“Yes papa.”

“Good, I've told Nikhil, he'll be tracking her location, the device in her necklace.” He continues and we both stare at him.

“What do you mean by track, papa?”

He smirks as he confirms our suspicion.

“Ofcourse, why do you think I asked her not to remove the necklace? That's the sole reason.” He continues, sitting back down and just stare at him.

Damn, the old bastard, no wonder people bow whenever he walks into the room.

“So, what do we do?” I ask carefully.

“Attack!” Veer answers immediately.

“We? We wait till Nikhil is back and then we attack and cut so deep that his family would never ever think about coming near. Singh's again.”

With that he walks out, leaving me and Veer alone in the living room.

“That sorry fuck better start counting his days.” Veer snarls.

“He surely will.” I mutter.

Ain't no way no one's gonna hurt her but me.

No. One.

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Lol, so this was it. Fine, I get it I introduced a new character and yup, Neel is gonna be an important part of the story starting now.

Happiieee reading <3