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Viransh's POV:-
Anger. It's consuming me like a raging inferno, leaving no room for logic or restraint. I hate this feeling, this unbearable weight in my chest that only destruction can ease. My fists are clenched, my jaw tight, and all I can think about is letting this fury out. Someone needs to pay.
I know exactly where to direct this storm brewing inside me. Without a second thought, I stormed down to the basement, each step a release of my seething rage. The cold, damp air hit me as I opened the door, and there he was-the man who dared to cross the line, tied helplessly to the chair.
The sight of him brought a cruel smirk to my face. His wide eyes screamed fear, and that fear fed my anger in the most satisfying way. It was time to make him understand the cost of his sins, to show him what happens when someone dares to defile the line I refuse to let anyone cross.
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Author's POV:-
Diya sat in her room, her thoughts spiraling out of control. Guilt weighed heavily on her chest as she replayed the events of the previous day. She believed she was the reason behind the humiliation Viransh, also known as "The Hawk," faced. Every moment of his fury replayed in her mind, making her hate herself even more. Her inability to fix things gnawed at her, and the weight of her emotions became unbearable. Yet, what she didn't know was that Viransh, the man whose anger terrified her, had an entirely different outlet for his wrath.
While Diya was drowning in guilt, Viransh descended into the depths of his basement-a sanctuary where his fury found its release. In the dimly lit room, a man sat tied to a chair, trembling in fear. He wasn't just anyone; he was a corrupt politician, a man who had played a key role in the heinous crime of human trafficking. For Viransh Rajvanshi, also known as "The Shark," leader of The Crimson Cartel, this was justice. His cartel wasn't a
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Viransh's POV:-
Anger courses through my veins like molten lava, fueling the beast within. Right now, all I crave is to unleash this fury. But I'm not one to target the innocent. That's not my code, and that's not who I am. My wrath is reserved for the monsters, the ones who dare to cross the line.
That's why I'm here, in my basement, staring at the filth tied to the chair in front of me. A man who dared to profit off the suffering of women, treating them as commodities to be bought and sold. Women, who are revered as goddesses, reduced to mere objects in his disgusting trade. Smuggling drugs and weapons is one thing-illegal, yes, but tolerable in this twisted world we operate in. But this? This is a line no one should cross.
I step closer, my smirk widening as I watch the fear in his eyes grow. He knows what's coming. He knows there's no escaping me. His muffled pleas seep through the cloth tied around his mouth, but I have no intention of listening. His time for mercy passed the moment he decided to ruin innocent lives.
"Funny, isn't it?" I say, my voice cold and laced with disdain. "You didn't care about their screams, their suffering. Did you think I'd care about yours?"
I tilt my head, considering my options. My eyes fall on the bottle of acid on the table, its menacing clarity reflecting the dim light. A fitting start, I think. Without hesitation, I uncork the bottle and pour a stream of it onto his arm. The flesh sizzles, the acrid smell filling the room as his muffled screams echo around me.
"Hurts, doesn't it?" I taunt, leaning in close. "Imagine how they felt-the women you sold like cattle."
He writhes in agony, but there's no escape. Every part of him is restrained, tied securely to the chair. He's completely at my mercy-a mercy I don't intend to offer.
Grabbing my dagger, I drive it into his thigh without hesitation, twisting it as he jerks violently against his restraints. His eyes widen in terror, and I pull the cloth from his mouth just enough to let him speak.
"Scream," I whisper, my voice low and threatening. "And I'll make sure your suffering drags on for days."
He shuts his mouth instantly, his tears streaming as he nods frantically. Pa disgust, pulling the d I shake my head in e with a sharp jerk.
One by one, I take his fingers, slicing them off with precision. His screams are barely contained, his body trembling as I continue my work. The knife glints in the dim light as I drive it into his eye sockets, blinding him permanently.
"You don't deserve to see the world you've polluted," I sneer, wiping the blade clean on his shirt.
I'm not done yet. Not until I've carved a message onto his chest-a reminder of the price of crossing the Crimson Cartel. The words are jagged, deep, and final. When I'm satisfied, I plunge the dagger into his heart, watching as the light drains from his eyes.
As I stand over his lifeless body, I feel the rage ebbing away, replaced by a grim satisfaction. Justice has been served.
But the fire isn't completely extinguished. There's still one more person on my list-the eagle who dared to cross my path. He's out there somewhere, hiding like the coward he is. But when I find him-and I will-he'll face a fate far worse than this.
Feeling the weight of my exhaustion, I decide it's time to return home. The familiar routine of my workout grounds me, burning off the last of my anger. And as I finally collapse into bed, the darkness of sleep claims me, offering a rare moment of peace.
Tomorrow is another day. Another battle. And I'll be ready.
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Diya's POV:-
As the morning sun painted the sky in hues of orange and gold, I found myself in the temple, seeking solace. My mind was restless, consumed with thoughts of Viransh and the chaos that unfolded yesterday. It felt like the temple was my only escape. Little did I know, the universe had different plans.
I saw Ramyashreeji, her face lighting up as soon as she spotted me. She was insistent, almost adamant, about taking me to her home. My heart raced. How could I explain that her son, Viransh, was upset with me? That he might not want to see me? But Ramyashreeji was relentless, her words overflowing with affection.
"They'll adore you," she said with a smile that warmed my heart. "My husband, my in-laws-they've heard so much about you from me. You're practically family."
Her unwavering love made me emotional. My own mother never held such affection for me, yet here was someone else's mother showering me with trust and care. Before I knew it, I was walking through the doors of the Rajvanshi household.
The warmth of the place was overwhelming. I was greeted by Rudraksh and Aarav, two bundles of mischief and laughter. Ramyashreeji explained that there were no girls in the family, so the boys always enjoyed the company of women. Their jokes and antics made me laugh-something I hadn't done wholeheartedly in a while.
And then there was Viraksh Uncle. He reminded me so much of my father-calm, kind, and full of wisdom. As we conversed, I felt a deep connection, a fatherly bond I hadn't experienced in years.
"You know," I said, hesitating as I spoke, "you remind me of my father."
Viraksh Uncle smiled, his eyes soft with understanding. "A daughter's words are the highest blessing for a father," he replied, placing a gentle hand on my head. "And in this home, you'll always be a daughter."
Tears threatened to spill, but I held them back. His words touched a part of my heart I thought I had closed off.
As the family gathered for breakfast, Aarav revealed an amusing piece of family history. He was Arnav's twin, born just a minute before him. The way he exaggerated the significance of that single minute had everyone laughing, especially me. For a moment, I forgot all my worries.
Then there was Devaik Oberoi, Viransh's best friend. He was warm, protective, and surprisingly brotherly. "You're like my little sister now," he said, ruffling my hair.
"And you're my little one," I teased back, grinning.
For the first time in a long while, I felt a sense of belonging. This family, with their love and laughter, made me feel at home-something I'd never felt in my own house. As I looked around, a silent prayer escaped my lips.
"Please, God, let this happiness last. Let nothing change."
In that moment, surrounded by the Rajvanshis, I felt a kind of joy I'd never known-a joy I wished could last forever.
And I went to take a walk in the garden and there came Devaik and both of us had a conversation
"So, you're the famous Diya I've been hearing so much about. Ramya aunty won't stop singing your praises." Said Devaik And I blushing slightly "I'm not sure what I've done to deserve it, honestly."And he said "Well, from what I see, you're exactly the type of person this family needs-a little sunshine to balance out Viransh's storms." he chuckles
I laughing nervously "I'm not sure Viransh would agree. I think I'm more of a headache to him."He said grinning "That's probably true, but trust me, he needs it. He's always too serious. Someone has to shake things up for him."
I smiling softly said "You're really close to him, aren't you?"
And he replied "He's like a brother to me. We've been through everything together. And now, it seems like I've gained a younger sister too."
I blinked in surprise "Me?"
And he replied softly "Yes, you. Don't look so shocked. You're part of this crazy family now, whether you like it or not."
I started tearing up slightly "You have no idea how much that means to me, Devaik. I've always wanted a brother who'd look out for me."
And he placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder "Well, you've got one now. And just so you know, if anyone messes with you-even Viransh-they'll have to answer to me."
I laughed softly "Thank you, Devaik. I feel so lucky to have met all of you."
Devaik with a warm smile "The feeling's mutual, little one. Now, let's go. If we're late for breakfast, Aarav will eat everything, and you'll be left with crumbs."
As we walked back to join the others, I felt an unfamiliar warmth in my heart. For the first time in a long while, I felt like I had a family-people who cared for me, laughed with me, and made me feel like I truly belonged.
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Viransh's POV :-
When I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock, it was already 10:00 a.m. A rare occurrence. I don't usually sleep this late, but strangely, last night, I felt peace-a sensation that had eluded me for years. It wasn't the kind of peace that comes with happiness, but the sort you find after venting out every ounce of your frustration.
Dragging myself out of bed, I let my thoughts wander. My family is sweet-too sweet, sometimes. But life didn't give me the luxury to bask in that sweetness for long. When Rudraksh was born just a year after me, the attention shifted. I wasn't just the eldest-I was the one expected to lead, to carry the weight of responsibilities far too soon. A part of me still aches for the boy who wanted to stay small, who wanted to be cared for instead of constantly protecting others.
Shaking off the nostalgia, I walked down the stairs, and that's when I saw her. My blood boiled instantly.
"Not practically-you're intrigued," mocked my subconscious.
I hated how it sounded like the truth. But my anger took over. My eyes zeroed in on her. She was standing with my family, looking so... at ease, like she belonged there. Who did she think she was, invading my space like this? My glare must have been scorching because, as if sensing it, she turned around. The moment her eyes met mine, she froze.
Yes. That's what I wanted. That flash of fear. That moment when people realize the danger standing before them. Her wide eyes, her trembling form-it satisfied a dark part of me.
I descended the stairs slowly, deliberately, smirking as I watched her squirm. Before I could say a word, my mother spoke, her voice cheerful.
"Viransh, meet Diya. The girl I've been talking about all week."
Oh. So, this is her-Diya. The girl who has somehow become the center of my mother's attention.
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