HELLO READERS.....
This chapter is a long chapter. I hope you stay with me till the end.
⚠️Trigger warning : Mention of violence, physical and sexual assault.⚠️
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Shaurya's POV
The road that once gave me solace now feels suffocating. The silence, which I once embraced, now claws at my skin like an unbearable weight. The headlights cut through the darkness, illuminating the empty path ahead, but my mind is clouded with the image of the broken girl beside me.
Her fragile body lies in the passenger seat, wrapped in my coat, but it does nothing to hide the horror carved into her skin. Her breaths are shallow, barely there, as if life itself is slipping through her fingers. My hands tighten on the steering wheel. I've driven this road countless times, a path leading to my hidden empire, but tonight, every second feels like a curse.
The weight of what she has endured presses against my chest like a boulder. I steal a glance at her-her face, smeared with dried blood, her lips trembling even in unconsciousness. Bruises paint her skin, a testament to the monstrosity she suffered.
Every bump in the road made her wince, but she never made a sound.
A silent scream.
That's what this was. A scream that no one had heard. A plea that had been ignored.
The hospital loomed ahead-Kaala Darbar's hidden sanctuary. To the outside world, it didn't exist. No official records, no legal standing. But for those who lived in the shadows, this was the only place that guaranteed survival. A safe haven for those too wounded to seek help in the light.
It wasn't just a hospital-it was a battlefield where we fought death itself.
Inside, bullet wounds were stitched up in silence. Broken ribs were mended without questions. The scent of antiseptic mixed with the iron tang of blood. Some called it a place of healing; others called it a graveyard for the reckless.
But for me, it had always been a necessity.
And tonight, it was her only chance at survival.
I pressed the accelerator. Every second counted.
The car screeched to a halt in front of the hospital's entrance. I didn't wait for the engine to die down before stepping out. The cold night air did nothing to calm the fire raging inside me.
I opened the passenger door and carefully lifted her into my arms.
Too light. Too lifeless.
My coat was slipping off her frail body, exposing the bruises, the deep cuts-proof of the nightmare she had endured.
The heavy doors of Kaala Darbar's hospital swung open before me. The dim, sterile lighting did little to mask the stench of blood and antiseptic that hung in the air.
This was not an ordinary hospital. It wasn't meant for the innocent.
The patients here were men who had bled in the dark, warriors with wounds that could never be reported, criminals whose only lifeline was this hidden sanctuary.
I walked past a man clutching his side, his hand soaked in blood, while another sat with a bandage wrapped around his head, muttering curses under his breath.
Broken bodies. Shattered souls.
But none of them had suffered the way she had.
My steps didn't falter as I moved deeper inside.
At the end of the hall, Veer stood waiting. His face was unreadable, but his eyes flickered to the girl in my arms before returning to mine. He wanted to ask, but he knew now wasn't the time.
Beside him stood Dr. Mehta, the only doctor I trusted with lives that existed beyond the law.
Dr. Mehta nodded, quickly motioning for a stretcher. For the first time, the walls of this hospital felt suffocating. The place that had seen countless lives saved and lost suddenly felt too slow, too inefficient.
I clenched my jaw as I placed her on the stretcher. The moment her body left my arms, I felt an unfamiliar ache settle in my chest.
She looked even smaller against the white sheets, like a delicate piece of art destroyed beyond recognition.
As the stretcher disappeared behind the operation theater doors, a suffocating silence settled around me. My fists clenched at my sides, my nails digging into my palms, but the pain was nothing compared to the storm brewing inside me.
The OT doors creaked open, the sharp sound slicing through the suffocating silence.
My muscles coiled, every nerve in my body on edge.
My white shirt-her blood had soaked into it, dried into the fabric like a stain that would never fade.
Dr. Mehra stepped out, her gloves still dripping red. Her eyes held the weight of something unbearable.
My stomach clenched.
"How is she?" My voice was clipped, sharp.
She pulled down her mask, exhaling heavily.
"She's alive."
A pause.
The kind that cut deeper than words.
"But barely."
My fingers twitched.
Veer stood beside me, his silence mirroring my own storm.
The doctor hesitated, shifting on her feet. Something in her posture told me I wasn't ready for what she was about to say.
"They didn't just hurt her," she finally said, her voice unsteady. "They... destroyed her."
My lungs burned, but I forced my breathing to stay slow, steady. I had to listen. Had to hear every fucking word.
The doctor's eyes flickered toward me, gauging if I could take it.
"Her back..." She swallowed. "It looks like someone used a belt. Or a whip. Deep lashes, some fresh, some old-meaning they made her suffer in intervals. They didn't just beat her. They made sure she felt every second of it."
Veer turned away, jaw clenched.
"Her thighs..." The doctor shook her head. "Blade marks. Someone cut into her. Some wounds are shallow, but others... others will never fade. They carved into her like she was a fucking toy."
My fingers curled into fists.
"Her wrists and ankles," she continued, voice growing heavier. "MinorFractured. The way her bones have shifted... she was tied so tightly, for so long, that the circulation nearly stopped. The bruising suggests she struggled. Fought. But they didn't let her go."
A muscle in my jaw ticked.
"Her chest..." She inhaled sharply. "Acid burns. Not enough to kill, just enough to scar. To cause pain that would linger."
My grip on the chair tightened, the wood creaking under the pressure.
"But the worst..." The doctor's voice dropped.
I already knew.
I fucking knew.
But hearing it...
"Her lower body..." She bit her lip.
I stayed still, deadly still.
"She was brutalized beyond comprehension."
My stomach twisted.
"Semen samples confirm at least four different men." Her voice wavered, disgust lacing her words. "But that's not all."
Her throat bobbed.
"They used objects. Things that should never be inside a human body."
Something inside me cracked. A silent, violent shatter.
"She has a severe uterine infection. If she doesn't respond to treatment..." The doctor exhaled. "We may have to remove her uterus. She may never be able to conceive."
Silence.
A thick, suffocating silence.
"She hasn't eaten properly for three days," the doctor continued, shaking her head. "They starved her, kept her weak. She wasn't just tortured-she was broken piece by piece."
A sharp exhale left my lungs.
"This didn't happen in a few hours." The doctor's voice was barely above a whisper. "This was three days of hell."
My hands trembled.
I had seen things. Done things.
But nothing-nothing-had ever felt like this.
I looked down at my bloodstained shirt.
I had to find them.
I had to kill them.
Slowly.
Painfully.
The way they did to her.
"There is more...." Dr. Mehta said
I looked in her eyes.
"She also has severe vocal cord damage," the doctor continued. "Whether it was due to the trauma or the force used to silence her, we don't know yet. But she has lost her ability to speak, at least for now."
A hollow feeling settled in my chest.
"She didn't scream," I murmured.
The doctor looked at me in confusion.
"When I found her," I clarified, my voice hoarse, "She wasn't crying. There were no screams, no sobs-just a smile."
The doctor's expression turned heavy. "Some survivors go into psychological shock. Their minds shut down to protect themselves. She could have lost her ability to react to pain".
"I will do everything in my power to save her," the doctor said, looking directly at him.
"But..."
My eyes snapped to hers. "But what?"
"I can fight for her, give her every ounce of medical expertise I have. But in the end, she has to fight too. She has to respond to the treatment, to hold on. I can only do this much. The rest is up to her."
I stepped closer, my voice low, dangerous. "You have to save her."
The doctor nodded. "I will give my thousand percent. But does she want to be saved?"
That question sent a crack through my chest.
The doctor walked away, back into the OT.
The walls of the hospital blurred around me, the steady hum of machines drowned by the silence roaring in my ears. My legs felt numb, my body betraying me as I stumbled back and collapsed onto the chair with a dull thud.
My elbows rested on my knees, hands threading through my hair as I forced air into my lungs. It wasn't working.
Veer crouched beside me, his voice low but urgent. "Shaurya... what happened?"
I exhaled sharply, shaking my head. My throat burned, my entire body rigid as if frozen in time.
I had seen it.
In her eyes.
Not just pain. Not just fear.
Hopelessness.
A hollow emptiness that no amount of vengeance could ever fill.
I swallowed, my voice barely above a whisper. "She doesn't want to live."
Veer's brows furrowed, his grip on my shoulder tightening. "What the hell are you saying?"
I turned to him slowly, my eyes burning. "She was ready to surrender, Veer." My voice cracked, but I didn't care. "She wasn't just suffering. She was begging-not to be saved. But to be freed."
Veer stiffened, his jaw clenching.
"She has already accepted death." My breath came out uneven. "It wasn't just her body that was broken in there. It was her soul."
My vision blurred as the image of her face-pale, lifeless, her eyes staring into nothing-burned into my mind.
For the first time in my life, I wasn't afraid of losing a battle.
I was afraid of losing her.
Because how do you save someone... who doesn't want to be saved?
I sat motionless, my hands still trembling, the weight of her pain pressing against my chest like an unbearable burden.
Then-footsteps.
Steady. Unhurried. Heavy with purpose.
I didn't need to turn to know who had arrived.
A presence that carried the same darkness I did. A force that moved like a storm, unshaken, unwavering.
The air shifted as they came to a halt beside me. No words were spoken. None were needed.
They had seen the blood on my hands.
They had felt the weight of my silence. And they knew.
The four pillars of Kaala Darbar had assembled.
And hell was about to be unleashed.
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