Prashant carried the now unconscious Avantika to the autopsy table and gazed at her body with lustful eyes. 

He went through the tools she had and picked up a pair of medical scissors. He lifted the hem of her shirt and started cutting through the material. He removed the shredded shirt and traced his finger on her stomach. 

He leaned in and sniffed her hair smirking at his victory.

“Prashant!”

A loud voice bellowed and the disgusting man looked up while still leaning over Avantika's unconscious body. Prakhar stood outside the room, he could clearly see what was happening but Prashant had locked at the door from inside.

“Get away from her!”

“Hello brother! Long time no see. Itne saalo baad milne pr aise greet krte hai bade bhai ko? Where are your manners brother? Military mai kuch sikha nhi kya?”

Prashant said sarcastically and turned Avantika's body making her lay on her stomach as his hands inched towards her bra.

Prakhar continuously hit the door to break it open and he managed to do so just as Prashant unclasped her bra.

Prakhar shot him in the leg making him scream in pain and fall to the ground clutching his injured leg.

Prakhar immediately took off his t-shirt and pulled it down Avantika's body without glancing at her. Once the t-shirt was in his place, he looked at her face and caressed her cheeks before looking at the man before her, the man he called his brother, with bloodshot eyes.

“Didn't know she was yours brother. Pehle bata deta. I wouldn't have touched her.”

He said sickeningly and laughed while still clutching his leg in pain.

Prakhar clutched his collar and yanked him up.

“Bhut krli tune apne mann ki. It's time to reap what you've sown.”

He dragged Prashant in the basement and locked him up there.

When he was sure that Prashant was all locked up and tied and couldn't escape, he went back to where Avantika was. He called Aastha to get spare clothes for her and sat on the chair in the room waiting for her to gain consciousness.

About an half an hour later, she stirred and Prakhar got alerted. She opened her eyes and groaned. Her head was pounding because of the after effects of the drug that was injected in her.

She soon realised what was happening and got up with a start. She looked around and saw Prakhar. First, she wasn't sure who he was and second he was shirtless. She got scared thinking it was Prashant and he had done something to her and tears pooled into her eyes.

Her faze then fell on his arm. No tattoo. She looked into his eyes and saw the warmth that was missing in his brother's.

“Pra-prakhar s-”

“Ummhmm.”

He nodded and she immediately made a run towards him and launched herself in his arms. He held her securely and caressed her hair while kissing her head.

“I-I was so scared! He is nothing like you. He pretended to be you but he was nothing like you. He was so scary and I was alone. He-he tried to attack me!”

She cried and he rubbed her back trying to ease her.

“Shh! I'm here! Relax! Breathe, Avantika! Everything's fine. You're safe!”

“Avantika! Oh my God! Are you ok?”

Khushal and Aastha came inside running. Aastha examined her from top to bottom.

“Sir told me that Prashant came here pretending to be him. Are you ok? Did he hurt you or something?”

Aastha asked and Avantika shook her head.

“Why are you shirtless? And why is she in your shirt?”

Khushal asked cluelessly but stopped when Aastha nudged him. It was then he realised what must have happened and rage filled his eyes. Avantika, who herself hadn't realised that, looked at Prakhar wide eyed.

“I-I don't know. I don't feel anything so I think he didn't do anything but then why am I-”

She mumbled feeling even more vulnerable all of a sudden. The thought of that disgusting man doing something to her unconscious form made her sick.

“Hey! Hey look at me! Avantika! Nothing happened. I was here on time. He couldn't do anything. I promise I got here on time.”

Prakhar said cupping her face and she looked into his eyes. He asked her to trust him. And she did. She trusted him with her life.

He sent her with Aastha to get her clothes changed. Khushal then asked him what happened and he told her the details except the condition he found Avantika in.

“Sir? Where is he?”

Aastha asked when they returned from the washroom.

“In the basement.”

“I'll get the formalities sorted. We have to take him before the court as soon as we can.”

Khushal said but Prakhar stopped him. 

“Do you think the justice system has enough punishment for him? He is a cold-hearted murderer. Did you not see the way he killed those innocent women? Kya saza dega law usse iska? The maximum punishment he could get is being hanged to death and that too after years of trial. I want him to experience the pain he had inflicted upon all those innocent women.

Prakhar spoke with gritted teeth. His anger was on top today. Seemed like he didn't even care if the person was his own half, his own brother.

“Sir? What are you saying? Agar hum bhi uski tarah krenge toh hum logo mai aur usme farak kya reh jaayega?”

Aastha asked with a shocked expression.

“Achhai aur burai ka farak Aastha! And that makes all the difference.”

He said but Khushal intervened again.

“No sir! He is the society's criminal. And the law has to give him a punishment. People have to know his real face.”

“And we will tell them that. But isko saza law nhi dega. Hum denge. And if you people think the torture would be too much for your eyes to bear, stay back! But I'm not handing over this guy to the law.”

“Sir-”

Avantika started but Prakhar cut her off.