MY HEART BLEEDS

On the day of the marriage

ARJUN POV

Lying beside my one-hour-old wife, I contemplated my next move. I am the man who plans everything ahead and systematically. But this, looking at the unconscious figure, whom I fucked forcefully, was never my plan. I never intend to go for his daughter. And I definitely did not plan to marry and fuck her into unconsciousness.

It’s been three years since I got laid. After, my wife, Tanvi I hardly had any interest in any other girl. For the sole purpose, my mind and heart were filled with her memories and the urge to kill every bastard who laid their filthy hands on my wife was beyond my control. I wanted their blood in my hand.

My heart bleeds every time my mind reminds me of that dreadful day, I held my Tanu for the last time in my arms. I knew the bastard had a daughter. We did collect information about him and about his weakness. He did a bit pretty good job of hiding his daughter by sending her to Shimla for studies. No one would have guessed that one would send his only daughter to a place that is not as city-type as Mumbai. Everybody would have searched for his daughter in famous cities or different countries but definitely not Shimla.

Even after searching for months, we came up with nothing. I was growing frustrated and I was furious. At one point we did want to give up and search for another weakness, which was none. The bastard would give his life without any fight, if not for his family. And the only family he has now is, his daughter, Shweta Rajput.  

Like a ray of sunlight, after a week of heavy rainfall, she came. Served herself on a silver platter to us. She gave a surprise visit to her father for his birthday. The girl was fucking a photocopy of his father, yet with extreme beauty and innocence. After spying for a pretty good time, it came to our knowledge that she has just given her twelfth standard exam and waiting for the result. She has come here for vacation and to celebrate her father’s birthday. The only mistake she did was coming to Mumbai unannounced.

Even though we did find out about her, I and my brother Rahul, never intended to go for her. In our field, we don’t go for children, girls, or women. She was just a small pawn in my revenge game. We thought about using her as bait to catch her father if our initial plan failed. She was our Plan B.

We did get hold the bastard without her and the only thing he chanted was he is innocent and he doesn’t have any hand in my wife’s death. The same old dialogue, I scoffed. Though we almost beat him to death, the bastard was more than willing to lose his life than accept his fault. At a point, my brother and I almost, keyword almost, believed him, but then I knew better than believing him. Though he was on the verge of losing his life, still there was no fear or pain. He was calm as if it doesn’t matter even if he dies.

I was not satisfied with his reaction. I wanted to inflict more pain, to the point that he wishes death than staying alive. I wanted to see the same pain I saw in my wife’s eyes before she died. I wanted him to go through the same emotion I went through when I held my wife for the last time in my arms, seeing her taking her last breath. Helplessness is what I felt.

His whole world shook when he saw his daughter running right into my arms. He feared me at that moment when he realized, I have something more precious to him than his life and that gave me weird kind of satisfaction to my restless heart. That is the moment I planned on breaking his daughter to punish him and I did what I did.

Looking at that bastard’s daughter, who is still lying unconscious beside me, I lost myself in the memories of past. Tanvi, fought hard to overcome rape and the loss of our child. She was three months pregnant when she was brutally raped again and again. She wanted to come back to me whole heartedly, mind, body and soul. She did or so I thought until I saw her blood sweeps out of a little bullet hole in her chest.

By the time I reached her, her breaths were faint and become less and less. I pulled my wife’s limp body into my chest as my heart ceased to beat and I wished I die along with her. I begged and demanded her, “Don’t leave me, don’t you dare leave me.” Yet she left me alone in this world.

A series of gun shots pulled me out of my past memories. Jumping to my feet, I dressed quickly and took hold of my pistol. Running towards the hallway, I searched for my men who were badly wounded. We couldn’t guess from where the bullets were flying or who were the shooters. Each one of us took cover behind every desk, chair and pillars. We strode out of the room carefully when the sounds of the guns stopped.

Scanning the surroundings, my best fighters came up with nothing. Not even a single man, and then something stroke my mind and I ran towards that my enemy’s room and… he was dead. A clear shot between his eyes, something else caught my attention, a beeping sound to be exact but where. My men as well as I, searched frantically each and every corner of the room, and my right-hand man Vikram, came up with the answer. A fucking time bomb that has less than five minutes to explode.

“Everybody fucking clear the area fast” I ordered.

“Boss you have to get out first” Vikram screamed. I nodded curtly. Then I noticed he was still standing and somewhat hesitating. “Are you planning to die Vikram?” He nodded in no. “Then why are you still standing here?” saying that I pulled him towards the main door.

“Boss I think you should check that girl once. What if she is still alive?” That halted my movement.

“You think I care Vikram.” I hissed. “I fucking don’t care if she’s still alive or dead. I don’t give a damn. She can go to hell for all I care.” I screamed.

“But boss she is your wife.” He whispered and I glared at him.

Clenching and unclenching my fist I ordered “Get out of here, I will bring her if she is alive.”

Running towards my new wife’s room I found her still unconscious and alive. Taking a deep breath, I covered her in a blanket as she is butt naked with my marks all over her body and lifted her bridal style. I ran towards the gate as fast as my feet could carry. Getting inside the car, I placed Shweta beside me and my driver drove the car as fast as he could. I saw the house blowing up not once but four times. How many bombs were there? I wondered.

Looking at my new wife I smirked. So if I can’t get my revenge on that bastard, I can still take it on you. Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear I whispered “Welcome to hell wifey.”