SHE- DEVIL

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• Forced Marriage for Revenge   NOT NOW. HOLD BACK. LISTEN.

  Ayaan POV“We want him alive, Ayaan. Let him go.” Screams.“Stop this madness right now.” More screams and more punches.The room is absolute chaos. Screams and shouting echoing off the wall.Some tried stopping me, couldn’t recognize who it was. Then Viren uncle, stepped up, his arms wrapped around mine in a desperate attempt to pull me back, to pull me away from the one person who knows the truth.“Stop it, Ayaan. We want answers and we will get it only if he is alive.” His voice extremely strained but I barely registered his words or the logic, beneath the roar of blood in my ears and the fury pounding in my chest. His body wedging between me and the fucker tied to the metal chair. His face bloodied and body bruised.One eye swollen shut and the other barely open. Lips split, blood smearing down his chin. His fingers long gone from his palms, work of my men. No more pulling trigger job for him.My fist flew again, rage guiding it as it landed squarely on my Shweta’s culprit’s face

• Forced Marriage for Revenge   Pleasure Meeting You

  Ayaan POV“What’s the story?” I asked again to ease of some tension that has been building up all these time.“Shweta’s mom, Niharika Bhabhi (Sister-in-law) was supposed to get married to some mafia guy, we didn’t know who he was at that time. Bhabhi was against that alliance. She kind of hated her future husband. We four, Aadi sir, Viren sir, your dad and myself, had gone to Goa to meet an investor for our business. We all had been staying at a Five Star Hotel and Bhabhi was getting engaged in that same hotel to that other guy.” Akash uncle stated.My dad continued “The groom was a widow and had a son. But that was not the reason she said no for that alliance. There were rumors at that time that he had killed his first wife just for some sick fun and he was in search of a young bride for him who should also take care of his son. Bhabhi hated that piece of shit. She knew how he was. After all, we all belonged to the same circle. We had heard about her many times at that time. All the

• Forced Marriage for Revenge   Art of Losing

  Ayaan POVPower and money were the lifeblood of their world, that bought respect, loyalty and ultimately, survival. For the men, who lived their whole life on streets on empty stomach had better understanding about that.They were like a double edged sword and they all were willing to wield it, no matter the cost. Those who held power were witnesses that wealth followed power, like a loyal shadow trailing its master. Every mafia man knew that to rise through the ranks, one had to be willing to do whatever it took to grasp and hold on to power.My nana, my dad, my uncles and maybe my mom and her sister knew it too. So, they did what had to be done to survive and rise above the ranks.Victory is not always about fighting till you die or till you win. No, sometimes it’s about mastering the art of losing. The greatest victories come from knowing when to surrender, when to yield. My nana, my mom and my Badi-ma had mastered that art.They knew survival was impossible on that day, if they ke

• Forced Marriage for Revenge   How I met your mother

  “Around thirty- five years ago, we were nothing but local goons. Doing petty crimes, getting the job done for big mafias and so on. But then we all got greedy except Aadi. He knew the risks involved in our line of work and we all knew once we are in, there was no way out. So he warned to not get ourselves involved in all those things but we aren’t the one to listen, like ever.We went for it for obvious reasons, of course. One, more power and two, we had nothing to lose except our lives. And believe me when I say, spending most of your life in an orphanage and then on the streets with no food and constant fear, kind of makes you lose interest in living.” Akash uncle started, reminiscing his old days.“So, you guys did it nevertheless.” I completed for him.“Yes.” Came my dad’s reply from the passenger seat.“We were on a killing spree. Committed series of murders, blasted ennumber of warehouses and so many dons’ houses. We were unhinged. I think in a span of three months or less, peop

• Forced Marriage for Revenge    The Story Began

  Ayaan POVOur car hurtled down the road, eating up the miles in unimaginable speed. Its engine purring smoothly. Inside, we all sat in silence, all lost in our own thought. Akash uncle’s eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, his jaw set in a firm line.Beside him, on the passenger seat was my father, starring out of the window. His broad shoulders slumped slightly and eyes, exhausted.In the back seat, Viren uncle sat beside me. His eyes fixed on some point on the distance. From outside, his face looked calm and collected, but his eyes betrayed the intense emotions that threatened to overwhelm him.I ran my fingers through my hair once again, looking at the passing trees. So many thought running through our mind. Yet the main source of our thinking remains the same.Shweta.Save her. Get her back home safe as soon as possible. And kill the bastards who dared hurt my love.Clenching my fist, I took a deep breath trying to control the rage that is threatening to unleash on any second.

• Forced Marriage for Revenge   Brought and Served

  Unknown Person POV“Pack everything. We are leaving for Mumbai.” Said my daddy dearest barging in to my room. For heaven sake, it’s just six in the morning.This man has no manners at all, I thought to myself.“Now what happened?” I asked, frustrated to put up with my old father.“I don’t know, what I am going to do with you?” he screamed on my face. “Do you have any idea what the hell is happening in Maharashtra?”“What happened, again?” I stretched the word ‘again’ just to rile him up and got up from the bed and headed to the bathroom to finish my morning routine. And it worked like every other time. Because by the time I was out of the bathroom, my father’s face looked like a ticking bomb which could blast any moment now.“You useless piece of shit, somebody bloody blasted our house. And sent an anonymous mail which has every details of every crime we had committed till now. That bastard is threatening to expose us. Fucking check the phone.” Screaming, he threw his phone which I cau