EXTREMELY DISTURBING CONTENT. MENTIONS OF TORTURE

“Kill me!”

He whispered again but Khushal smirked.

“Nah! Not so easily! Agar itni aasan maut deni hoti toh we would have approached the legal system. You deserve to experience the pain you inflicted on all those girls.”

His eyes widened in realisation and he looked at Prakhar.

“Tu-tu aisa nhi krega na? Tu toh bhai hai mera. Stop this Prakhar.”

But Prakhar simply held up a sharp tool against his index finger making Prshant thrash and yell.

“This is for touching her with your dirty hands.”

Prakhar said and one by one each one of his fingers were gone. The room was filled with the echoes of his screams. By the end of the tenth finger, his condition was a bloody mess.

Avantika didn't look at Prashant’s condition but instead at Prakhar. He was right. It was too much for her. But she didn't want him to stop. The vile monster in front of them deserved it all.

“Sir! I also wanted to do it!”

Khsuhal said in a complaint, making Prakhar chuckle. He handed him the knife and Khushal made slow and deep cuts on his torso making him bleed profusely.

Prashant started to faint once again, and once again he was woken up, this time by rubbing salt on his severed areas.

He yelled in pain and continued to beg for his death.

He then held his face tightly and pulled out how tongue making him look at Prakhar wide eyed as he panted with plead.

“This is for taking her name with your filthy tongue.”

He spoke in a dangerous voice and the next second, limp piece of meat was dropped to the floor. Blood leaked out of Prashant's mouth and tears from his eyes. 

Avantika clutched Aastha's hand who squeezed it back giving her strength. Being women themselves, they could imagine the pain those women went through.

Prakhar then held a pair of hot burning tongs and gave one to Khushal.

“This is for looking at her with your lustful gaze.”

And both of them inserted the tongs in his eyes making him screech again. As soon as his eyes fell out of his sockets, he lost his consciousness again. But this time, he didn't wake up even after rubbing salt or throwing hot water on him.

All four of them looked at the dead monster in front of them. They'd planned on getting all the four victims’ parents here and give them the satisfaction of seeing their daughters’ murderer in this condition. 

They could never take away their pain of losing their daughter, but they wished for a relief in their hearts seeing their daughter being provided justice in the way she deserved.

Prakhar dropped the tongs he was holding and moved out of the room without a word.

In the wake of arresting the killer and giving justice, they forgot who he was to Prakhar.

Avantika rushed out after him. She saw him enter the elevator and noticed it going up. Terrace! She took another elevator and rushed towards the terrace.

When she reached the terrace, she saw him standing in the middle, his fists clenched and body heaving with each breath he took. She couldn't even imagine the pain he must be in.

Without a word, she stood beside him and clutched his hand.

“Leave Avantika!”

His voice came out as a whisper. But she didn't budge.

“It's ok to let your emotions show sometimes sir. It's ok to feel human. I know we've been trained to control our emotions but even we are humans. You're allowed feel things and let your emotions free sometimes. Just let yourself free sir.”

He took his hand out of hers, took a step away from her and gazed at his hands. Hands that were not bloodied with his brother's blood, both literally and figuratively.

“I killed him. With my own hands. And not just took his life but in the most brutal way one could imagine. I've never even tortured my enemies like this I…”

His knees wobbled and his fell to his knees. He looked at his hands dazed and then up at the sky. The next second, he was screaming because of the pain in his heart and crying out loud.

Tears fell from Avantika's eyes too. Seeing his pain and agony. Prashant was his only family left. He might not have been in contact with him but his mind and heart knew that his brother was alive. But today, he'd killed his only family from his own hands.

She got to her knees beside him and rubbed his back. He turned and buried her face in her shoulder. His tears soaked her shirt but she only held him tighter.

“I'm sorry sir! I'm so sorry! Hum mai se koi bhi aapka loss imagine nhi kr skta.”

She whispered and cried with him. She placed a kiss on top of his head and he held her tighter. 

He cried in her arms and she held him, giving him the support he needed, letting him vent out his pain. A few minutes later, he pulled back and wiped his tears.

She looked at him as he got up. She held her wrist stopping him when he started to move away. 

“K-kaha jaa rhe ho?”

“I want to be alone for some time.”

He whispered but she held on tighter.

“Will you be fine?”

He didn't say anything for a moment. 

“I'll call you.”

“Kab?”

She asked and he looked at her. His eyes held a silent promise. She knew he needed this time. To cope up and to process everything.

“Mai wait krungi.”

She whispered when he didn't reply. And then without a word, he left the place. A sob raked out of her as she let her tears free. Why did his pain affect her so much?

She rushed towards the railing to get a last glimpse of him. The case was solved. She didn't know if he'd meet her ever again.

She saw him exit the building and move towards his car. He had just opened up the door to the car when she whispered.

“I love you.”

As if hearing her even from a distance, he stopped and looked up. She knew he couldn't see her expressions properly, yet she smiled at him and whispered the words again.

And then, he was gone.