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At the mention of Shaurya's name escaping Pihu's lips, Rudra's fingers tightened around her jaw, not painfully but with enough force to remind her of his possessiveness. His voice, cold and authoritative, cut through the charged atmosphere, "I've already warned you, Pearl. Never let another man's name touch your lips."
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the situation, Pihu's fear crystallized into something more profound. Her voice wavered as she questioned him, her innocence laid bare, "Why have you done this to them? Please release all of them. They've done nothing to you. It's me you're after."
Rudra's lips curled into a sinister smirk as he responded, his words laced with a chilling sense of satisfaction, "I merely taught them a lesson for daring to defy me, for interfering in matters that concern us. And as for letting them go, I shall. But there's a condition—you must marry me."
Pihu's heart felt as if it was being shredded by Rudra's declaration, her tears cascading down her cheeks as she confronted the brutal reality that surrounded her. Yet, amid the turmoil that enveloped her, her father's unwavering voice broke through the chaos. He shouted with a fierce determination, "Pihu, you mustn't consider us. Don't succumb to this. Just leave from here."
Samarth's battered form added his voice, the pain he endured evident in his tone, yet his resolve was unshaken. "Absolutely,Pihu. Your father speaks the truth. You need not carry the burden of our well-being. Just go. You don't have to bind yourself to this... this bastard."
The weight of their words bore the strength of unconditional love, urging her to find her own path amidst the darkness that threatened to engulf her.
However, Rudra's response to their pleas was a chilling chuckle, a stark reminder of the power he held over their lives. Pihu, standing beside him, felt a shiver run down her spine as he spoke, "Do you believe she can simply leave from here if I don't permit it? Samarth Singh, it appears you've yet to learn your lesson. Allow me to impart some manners."
A signal from Rudra prompted Veer to move forward, seizing Pihu's wrists in an iron grip. Rudra advanced towards Samarth, his movements deliberate and menacing. The sharp crack of his gun striking Samarth's face echoed through the hall like a gunshot of its own, and both Pihu and Shivani screamed in unison, "No!"
Samarth's body crumpled under the force of the blow, the sickening thud echoing the brutality of the act. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, staining the pristine floor, as his pained groans filled the air. Pihu's heart clenched in agony, a surge of anger and helplessness surging within her. She strained against Veer's grip, her voice a blend of fury and despair, "Stop this! Please, Mr. Rathore, enough!"
But amidst the chaos, Shaurya's voice broke through, a mixture of defiance and determination despite his battered state. His eyes bore into Rudra with a fiery intensity, undeterred by the pain he was enduring. "You may think you have power over us, Rudra, but remember this—fear and pain won't bind us to you. We'll stand against you no matter what you do."
Rudra's attention swung toward Shaurya, his lips curling into a chilling smile. As he listened, anger surged within him, the veins on his temples pulsing. "Such spirit, Shaurya," he retorted, his tone laced with both disdain and a dark amusement. "Let's see how long that fire burns."
In a chilling instant, Rudra aimed his gun toward Shaurya's leg and fired. The gunshot echoed through the hall, and a wave of shock swept over everyone. Shaurya's agonized cry filled the air, his body crumpling to the floor as pain tore through him. Pihu was frozen, unable to comprehend the brutality that had unfolded before her.
Rudra's demeanor remained impassive, a cruel smile playing on his lips as he turned his gaze toward Pihu. The room seemed to shrink around her, the air growing thick with a sense of impending doom. With a voice that was chillingly calm, Rudra spoke, his words heavy with malevolence, "You see, Pearl, every defiance comes with its consequences. Every act of resistance has its price. This," he gestured towards Samarth's and Shaurya's battered form, "is just a glimpse of what awaits those who dare to cross my path."
Pihu's trembling lips formed a plea, her voice a mere whisper, "Please, Mr. Rathore, stop this. I beg you."
His laughter sliced through the tension, cold and mocking. "You still don't understand, do you? This is the only way you will learn, the only way you will realize the futility of opposing me."
Pihu could feel the weight of Rudra's gaze upon her, his eyes burning with a mixture of triumph and possession. He circled her slowly, like a predator assessing its prey, his voice a sinister whisper in her ear, "Each scar, each bruise, each scream—they will bind you to me, Pearl. You'll understand that your defiance is futile, that I am the only one who holds the power to protect or destroy everything you hold dear."
Again, Rudra's gun found its target, this time aimed at her family members, poised for action. His question was chillingly direct, "Whom should I shoot next, Pearl? Your father, your mother, your two brothers, or your best friend?" The tension in the room was unbearable as Pihu's heart raced.
Before she could process the situation, a gunshot rang out, the sound reverberating through the air. Pihu's heart seemed to stop as she closed her eyes, her entire being consumed by fear and despair. Her breath caught, and her entire world seemed to crumble as she braced herself for the worst.
Slowly, she opened her eyes, her vision blurred with tears, and her heart clenched even tighter. As her vision cleared, she saw everyone still standing, untouched by the lethal threat that had hung in the air just moments before. A surge of relief washed over her like a balm to her frayed nerves, yet the ache in her heart only intensified. The contrast between the dread and the reprieve was overwhelming, a tumultuous cocktail of emotions.
As her gaze shifted towards Rudra, she found his demeanor slightly changed, a glimmer of something beneath his stern facade. Her heart pounded as she locked eyes with him, a silent exchange laden with unspoken turmoil. Her inner struggle was mirrored in his gaze, a storm of conflicting emotions that seemed to rage within him.
Pihu's voice quivered as she found the strength to speak, her words a delicate balance of surrender and resistance, "I agree to marry you." Her voice bore the weight of her resignation, the desperation to shield her loved ones from further torment.
As those words hung in the air, Rudra's facade of composure seemed to shatter, revealing a glimpse of the tempest brewing beneath. His normally controlled eyes flickered with a complex medley of emotions – triumph for having his way, an undeniable longing that he fought to suppress, and perhaps a faint twinge of guilt, but only for being the cause of her tears. Deep within, he grappled with conflicting thoughts. "I never wanted to see you cry like this, Pearl," he thought, his inner turmoil battling against the path he had chosen. "But you've forced me. But I promise this is the last time I'll make you cry."
With a strained effort, he cleared his throat, his voice betraying a trace of uncertainty masked by his customary smugness, "You've made the right decision, Pearl." His words held an undercurrent of tension, a testament to the intricate maelstrom of emotions churning within him. He momentarily averted his gaze, as if seeking a respite from the maelstrom of emotions within him, before turning his attention to Veer with a curt order, "Veer, bring the marriage contract."
Pihu's family and friends watched the unfolding scene, their expressions a mosaic of concern, helplessness, and sorrow. Their eyes conveyed a deep sadness for the harrowing situation they found themselves embroiled in. As Pihu's sacrifice became unmistakably clear, their hearts ached for her and the burdens she was shouldering. In the midst of their shared anguish, an unspoken vow passed between them, a silent promise to stand by her side through the trials that lay ahead.
Pihu's tears flowed unabated, her heart heavy with the weight of her decision. But amidst her distress, she found a shard of courage to speak up again, her voice trembling with desperation, "Please, Mr. Rathore, I beg you, take Shaurya and my Uncle to the hospital. They need medical attention. Also, release my family and Shivani." Her plea was raw and earnest, her voice carrying the pain of her circumstances. Even as she grappled with her own anguish, the well-being of her loved ones remained her utmost concern.
Rudra's gaze remained fixed on her, a play of emotions flickering in his eyes—a subtle conflict, a hint of turmoil, and a glimpse of something more profound. Yet, despite this maelstrom of feelings, his determination appeared unwavering. He observed her for a lingering moment, a mixture of intentions concealed beneath his façade.
As he uttered his command to the guards, a subtle hesitation tinged his voice, almost as if he wished to shield her from further distress. "Guards, bring them to the hospital and escort the others back to the room." His words carried a semblance of authority, but also a touch of restraint, a fleeting attempt to soften the blow he had dealt. As his orders were set into motion, the room was once again in motion with the orchestrated ballet of guards and footsteps.
Pihu's heart, heavy with apprehension and sorrow, prompted her to gather her strength and voice her concerns. She attempted to protest, her words a desperate plea for leniency. However, Rudra's response cut through her appeals, firm and resolute, "But I will not release your family and Shivani until after our marriage, in accordance with the rituals."
The weight of those words bore down on Pihu, a collision of conflicting emotions within her. The notion of performing sacred rituals with someone like Rudra felt like a cruel twist of fate. The rituals she had once revered, believing in their sanctity, were now being tainted by the circumstances she found herself in. They had lost their purity, their essence marred by the forced nature of this union.
For Pihu, those rituals had represented a union of souls, a bond that transcended the physical realm. It signified a commitment for seven lifetimes, a testament to enduring love. But now, standing in the midst of her predicament, those same rituals felt like chains that bound her to a fate she hadn't chosen.
Tears welled in her eyes, a testament to her internal struggle. She met Rudra's gaze with a mixture of anguish and defiance, her voice laced with raw emotion. "These rituals were meant to unite souls willingly, to celebrate love and commitment. They were never meant to be imposed, to become shackles of a forced alliance."
Rudra's response was laden with a mix of understanding and possessiveness, a paradox that echoed the complexity of his emotions. His gaze bore into Pihu's, a fierce determination shimmering within his eyes. His voice, though tinged with a hint of tenderness, held an unyielding authority as he retorted, "Ah, my dear Pihu, your noble thoughts are a reflection of your pure heart, but life often takes unexpected turns, leading us down paths we never envisioned. While you may see these rituals as chains, I see them as threads that can weave together even the most disparate souls."
He took a deliberate step closer, the air charged with an unspoken intensity. His fingers brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his touch gentle yet tinged with a possessiveness. "Love, in its many forms, is not bound by circumstances or intentions. It's a force that transcends barriers, defies logic, and brings together what may seem impossible." His hand, warm against her cheek, mirrored the intensity of his gaze. "While our beginning may be unconventional, who's to say that it won't evolve into something profound and genuine?"
Rudra's reply was laced with a mix of affection and possessiveness. His need to possess her, to claim her as his own, was palpable in his every word and gesture. In his mind, the rituals were not mere shackles; they were a canvas on which he aimed to paint a picture of devotion, even if born from the complexities of their situation. He was determined to forge a connection that defied all odds, a connection that was as unbreakable as it was unconventional.
Pihu's tear-filled gaze remained locked onto Rudra's, her turmoil and defiance still evident. As his words settled between them, a profound silence descended upon the room, punctuated only by the echoes of their unspoken thoughts.
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To be continued....