"STOP FUCKING TELLING ME AND GO FUCKING FIND HER!" Panic filled my voice as I barked at Bondita's bodyguards at her college. These fuckers were no use. They'd called me some minutes ago saying they can't find Bondita after she left with that fucker Yash... and the second I heard it, I left the meeting. I have to find Bondita, no matter what. If she was last seen with Yash? That's not even the issue. I don't give a shit about Yash. I know Bondita. She'd never willingly go with him... but that fucker could have forced her. And I swear to all fucking gods, if he put a single hand on Bondita, I'll kill him... I'll fucking kill him.
The car screeched to a stop in front of the college as I got out. One of Bondita's bodyguards stood there, his eyes downcast as I glared at him. What the fuck was he doing here when I told them all to go find Bondita? I was about to snap, but he shivered and handed me something-two phones... One was Bondita's, as I recognized instantly. The other? I didn't know. And there was also a letter. The bodyguard mumbled, "We found this where we last saw Ma'am and Mr. Yash."
Fucking shit.
I grabbed the items and looked at the phones. If one was Bondita's, the other had to be Yash's. But my eyes quickly caught the letter in my hand. I shoved the phones into my pocket and opened the letter.
'Hello Anirudh Roy Choudhury,
You found the letter? That means I found your soft point... well, your weak point really. If you're reading this letter that means your little wife's little pussy will be jumping on my dick.'
I growled like an animal, my grip on the paper almost tearing it apart as I continued reading.
'Don't take it obvious Never to be Brother-In-Law. You took my sister away, and I took your wife away. It's all the same. But let me tell you, my sister is gone forever, but your wife will stay, and I'll make her life hell... so much that she will regret she was married to you. She will regret even why she was born. And don't try-you can't find her... but keep her phone with you. I'll update you about her... and about how good she feels while I fuck her.
No need to mention my name-you know me, Never to be Brother-In-Law.'
"Fuck, Fuck, FUCK. NO." I choked on the words, crumpling the letter as I slammed my fists on the side of the car. Chandra-fucking-chur. That motherfucker took Bondita.
Bondita has nothing to do with any of this-she doesn't even know a thing about it. God, I should've been with her. This is all my fault, for fuck's sake. And my biggest mistake was loving someone like FUCKING MISHTI. She's not even fucking alive but is still causing trouble in my life.
Memories rushed through me.
Eight years ago...
It was my first day at college, and I was filled with excitement, my thoughts bouncing between the new experiences awaiting me and the anticipation of a fresh start. But all that was swept away in an instant.
Out of nowhere, a scooter swerved right in front of the car, its rider clearly struggling to keep control. I had no time to react as I saw the girl fall off the scooter, crashing to the ground with a sickening thud. My heart skipped a beat, and without thinking, I jumped out of the car.
When I reached her, I saw her lying on the ground, her hair sprawled around her face. The wind shifted, lifting some strands to reveal her features. Her face was... striking. There was something about her, an energy, a fire that I couldn't ignore. She had this sharp look in her eyes, even though she was on the ground, and for a moment, I just stared, unable to focus on anything else.
"Are you just going to stand there, or are you going to help me?" she snapped, her voice strong despite the situation.
I blinked, my mind slowly catching up. I reached out, offering my hand to help her up. "Sorry about that. Let me help you."
She looked at my hand for a second before grabbing it, and the second our fingers touched, I felt a strange, undeniable spark, as though something had shifted in the air between us. My heart raced, and for a split second, everything else seemed to fade away. It was just the two of us.
But then, with a huff, she pulled her hand away and stood up, brushing herself off. She shot me a glare that could have melted ice. "Rich people and their fancy cars," she muttered under her breath, clearly annoyed. "You can't even drive properly without hitting people."
I was about to apologize, but before I could, she surprised me again.
"Listen, since your car's the reason my scooter's now in ruins, you'll have to pay me for the damage. 2000 rupees should cover it," she said matter-of-factly, her tone serious.
I stared at her, trying to hide the surprise in my eyes. This girl was something else. I wasn't even sure how she was so calm about the situation, but I wasn't going to argue. If anything, I was more than happy to help her, even if it was a small price to pay for meeting someone so... unforgettable.
I reached into my pocket without a second thought, pulling out 2000 rupees and handing them to her. "Here. I hope it's enough."
She looked at the money for a moment, then glanced back up at me, her expression softening just slightly. "You don't have to look so happy about it," she said, but there was a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
I couldn't help myself. I smiled back at her, feeling a strange warmth in my chest. "I'm just glad you're okay."
She gave me a short, almost reluctant nod, and then, for a moment, we just stood there, looking at each other. The world seemed to fade away, and all I could focus on was her. This girl-this strong, fiery girl-was something I couldn't get out of my head.
And as she turned to leave, I watched her walk away, my heart still pounding, knowing deep down that I wouldn't forget her. She was the one.
Maybe it was love at first sight. I wasn't sure yet, but I knew one thing for sure-I wasn't going to stop thinking about her anytime soon.
--
I snapped out of the memories as I heard the bodyguards who were inside the college rushing back to me. Their faces were pale, their eyes full of guilt and confusion. "We... We couldn't find any trace that could lead us to Ma'am," one of them mumbled, his voice trembling. "No sign of her, sir... We've checked everywhere."
Of course, I should have known. Chandrachur wasn't a fucking idiot. He would never leave anything behind that could lead me to Bondita. He knew exactly what he was doing. He was one step ahead, just like he always was. I gritted my teeth, feeling the frustration and helplessness clawing at me. My mind raced. Where the hell was she? What was he doing to her?
I shoved the thoughts aside and stepped into the car, trying to focus. My hands were shaking with anger and fear as I reached for Yash's phone. It was locked, of course-he wasn't stupid enough to leave it open for anyone to see. But I didn't need much time. One minute, maybe two, and I had already cracked it open, bypassing the lock with ease. My heart hammered in my chest as I scrolled through the phone, checking his contacts, looking for anything that could lead me to Bondita. But there was nothing. Just the usual numbers, a few messages, things that didn't matter.
Then, I opened the gallery. The first image that appeared made my stomach turn.
There she was.
Bondita. My Bondita. She was pinned against a wall, her hands struggling to push against the force holding her. And then, I saw it. Yash's mouth was on hers, pressing against her lips, his hands gripping her body like she was nothing more than a toy. I could see the horror in her eyes, the shock, the pain. But there was nothing she could do. Nothing but let him steal something that should have never been taken.
My vision blurred with rage, my breath coming out in sharp, ragged gasps. The anger inside me was like a living thing, crawling through my veins, tearing through my chest. The image burned itself into my mind, every detail searing into my brain. I wanted to fucking tear Yash apart. Rip him to shreds. How dare he? How dare he touch her like that? How dare he fucking lay a hand on her? How dare he think he had the right?
The fury inside me exploded. I gripped the phone so tightly I thought it might crack in my hands. I slammed it onto the seat beside me, my hands shaking with adrenaline. But it wasn't enough. It would never be enough. My entire body was trembling with rage, my teeth clenched so tightly I thought I might break them.
I wanted to go to Yash. I wanted to find him, right now, and make him pay. But that wouldn't help Bondita. That wouldn't bring her back. I needed to focus. I had to find her. I had to make sure she was safe. But seeing that fucking image... it felt like a punch to the gut.
How could he do this? How could he violate her like that? She didn't deserve this. She didn't deserve any of it.
I couldn't breathe. I couldn't think straight. All I could see was the image of Yash and Bondita. All I could feel was the white-hot rage coursing through my body. I had to find her. I had to get her back. And I would kill anyone who stood in my way.
But first... first, I was going to make sure Yash never touched another woman again. He would regret this. He would regret every single thing he ever did to her.
I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but the fire inside me wouldn't go out. It only burned brighter. I couldn't let this go. I couldn't. Not when it was Bondita.
I would burn the world down if it meant I could save her.
The image of Bondita in that photo with Yash burned in my mind like fire. My fingers tightened around the phone as I fought to breathe through the suffocating rage. That same feeling of betrayal, that feeling of being deceived, crept up on me again like a shadow I couldn't escape.
I closed my eyes, the memories of Mishti's betrayal crashing into me all over again.
---
7 years ago
It was Valentine's Day. A day meant for love, for celebrating everything beautiful about relationships. I had woken up early that morning, excitement in my chest. It was my first Valentine's Day with Mishti. I had a bouquet of flowers in my hands, carefully selected, with every petal representing a promise I'd made to her. I was looking forward to the day ahead, knowing it would be perfect.
I was eager to surprise her, to show her how much she meant to me. So, I walked through the hallway, thinking of her smile, imagining her face lighting up when I handed her the flowers. But as I got closer to her room, something stopped me.
I heard... moaning. It was soft at first, just a faint noise, and I thought maybe I was imagining it. But the sound grew louder, unmistakable, and I froze.
I leaned in closer to the door, trying to figure out what was going on. The moans became clearer, and that's when I saw it-them.
Mishti, my Mishti, was on the table in the middle of the room, her dress hiked up, her panties down. She was wrapped around another man, her hands on his body as he kissed her deeply. His pants were down to his knees, his back arched, while she clung to him, moaning with pleasure.
My heart stopped. It felt like the world spun beneath me as I staggered, struggling to process what I was seeing. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think. I just stared at them, frozen in disbelief.
The man pulled away from the kiss and smirked, laughing softly. "Well played, baby," he said. "I can't believe that your boyfriend really thinks you're going to marry him."
And Mishti, with a cruel, mocking laugh, replied, "I know, right? He's such a fool. He has no idea. After we get married, I'll run off with you, take all his money. He'll never know."
Tears began to burn in my eyes as the reality hit me like a wave. I wasn't imagining it. I wasn't being paranoid. She was cheating on me. My Mishti, the one I thought loved me, the one I trusted with my heart, had been lying to me the entire time. She had been using me for everything I had, laughing behind my back as she made plans with another man.
My chest tightened painfully, the betrayal cutting deeper than I could ever have imagined. I stumbled back from the door, my hands shaking uncontrollably as I fought to keep myself together. The bouquet of flowers fell from my hands, the petals scattered across the floor as I ran down the hallway, my heart shattered into pieces.
I had been a fool. A blind fool, thinking that she loved me, that I was everything to her. But I wasn't. I was just a pawn in her game.
The rest of the day was a blur. The hurt was too deep, the shock too much to process. Mishti never apologized, never even acknowledged her betrayal. She acted like nothing had happened, like I should have just accepted it and moved on.
But I couldn't. I couldn't forget what I had seen. I couldn't forget how she'd laughed at me, how she'd mocked me, all while I had been so in love with her.
That day, my view of love changed forever.
---
I tried to forget everything-her-but the pain was still fresh, still searing through my chest like it happened just yesterday. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her. Every time I thought about love, her betrayal haunted me. But I couldn't afford to dwell on that anymore. Not now, not when Bondita was in danger.
I had to focus. I needed to find her. No matter what it took, I couldn't let her suffer because of my past mistakes.
And then... something hit me.
The necklace.
The one I had gifted Bondita on her birthday. I remembered that it wasn't just a simple gift; I had it designed with a special feature-a tracker. I couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her without knowing where she was. It was my way of keeping her safe, my way of ensuring that no one could harm her without me knowing.
My heart raced as I realized-that's it. The tracker would lead me to her. I had to act quickly. I was sure she wasn't safe, not with those people. And if Chandrachur had his hands on her, God only knew what kind of danger she was in.
I took a deep breath, trying to steady my nerves. There was no time to waste. I grabbed my phone and called a man who worked for me, someone I could always rely on for this kind of thing.
The phone rang once, twice, and then I heard his voice on the other end.
"Sir?" he asked, his tone steady, professional.
"389D. Track this tracker as fast as you can," I said, my voice low and urgent.
I didn't need to say more. He understood.
I hung up, the weight of the situation pressing down on me, but I kn
ew that I was finally on the right track. I was going to find Bondita. No matter what.
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