40. Sorry, Sweetheart!!

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It's been over a week, after the Picnic to the Farmhouse. The family members had gone to some relatives house, while Akshu stayed back. Akshu had a spring in her step as she moved around the kitchen, her heart brimming with joy and anticipation. The past seven months had been a rollercoaster of emotions, but today marked a special milestone in their marriage, and she wanted to make it unforgettable.

As she kneaded the dough for the naan, memories of their journey together flashed through her mind. There were moments of laughter, moments of tears, and moments when they almost lost each other. But they had made it through, stronger and more in love than ever. She smiled, feeling a warm glow inside her chest.

"Today is going to be perfect," she whispered to herself, glancing at the clock. Veer would be home soon, and she needed everything to be ready by then. She had planned every detail meticulously. The garden was already set up with fairy lights twinkling like stars, a table adorned with fresh flowers, and candles waiting to be lit.

Akshu moved on to preparing Veeranshu's favorite dishes: butter chicken, naan, and a creamy mango dessert. She hummed a soft tune as she cooked, her excitement bubbling over. She could already imagine the surprise on Veer's face when he walked into the garden.

She paused for a moment, looking out of the kitchen window at the garden. "He'll love it," she thought, her heart swelling with happiness. "We've come so far, and this is just the beginning."

As she set the table, she remembered their wedding day. The nervousness, the vows they exchanged, and the promise to stand by each other through thick and thin. It felt like a lifetime ago, yet the memories were still fresh.

Finally, everything was ready. The food was steaming hot, the candles were lit, and the garden looked like a scene from a fairy tale. Akshu glanced at the clock again, her excitement reaching its peak. She glanced at her phone, but saw the message she had sent him in the evening that says, "Veeransh, will you come home early, Please!!"

And in the reply she got, "Okay, Sweetheart." Akshu was waiting for him on the dinning table sitting.

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Triggered Warning - Torture Scene !!! Please avoid if you're uncomfortable.

On the other side, in the cold, dark basement of the warehouse, Vidyut lay captive, starved, and thirsty for what felt like forever. The air was thick with the awful smell of decay and blood. Vidyut's face was pale, his eyes sunken and empty, showing his hopelessness. Each shallow breath he took was a struggle, a reminder of his weakening strength.

The silence was suddenly broken by the sound of footsteps echoing on the cold concrete floor. Vidyut's breathing quickened with fear as he heard the chilling voice of Veeranshu Singhaniya. This was the voice of his death, his worst nightmare.

Vidyut lay sprawled on the cold ground, weak and trembling. Thin metal wires tightly bound his wrists and ankles, cutting into his skin with every slight movement. The more he struggled, the deeper the wires cut, leaving bleeding wounds. His hands were numb, and his legs felt heavy, the pain from the wires constant.

As Veeranshu's shadow came closer, the basement seemed to grow even colder. The dim light flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Vidyut could hear the distant drip of water, each drop adding to the tension in the room. Veeranshu's presence was overwhelming, making the air feel thick and heavy.

Veeranshu stepped into the dim light, his face cold and unfeeling. "Missed me !!" Veeranshu said walking around the man, who had only wish in his mind - Easy Death. But who are we kidding, he is Veeranshu Singhaniya, who spares no one, if someone hurts his family, and this time it was his Love, his wife, who got hurt. He won't spare Vidyut this easily.

Veer slowly signaled his guard, to bring him a hammer. Veer's face was void of any emotions, a stark contrast to the beautiful smile he wore when leaving his mansion for work, the same smile he showed to his beautiful wife.

The guard handed him the hammer, Veer kneeled down to the level of Vidyut. His faced twiched with disgust, but still holding back he said in a cold menacing tone, "Welcome to the Devil's Hell!! You did a grave mistake by abducting my Wife, when you very well know, she is my weakness, but you forgot that She is my strength too. And you will see what happens when someone hurts Veeranshu Singhaniya's family."

Without a word, Veer lifted a heavy hammer and brought it down on the man's hand. The sound of bones breaking echoed in the room, mixing with the man's screams. Blood splattered on the floor, forming a dark pool around the man's mangled fingers.

"Please, stop!" the man begged, his voice cracking.

Veer leaned in close, his voice cold and threatening. "Remember this pain," he said. "Remember it every time you think about crossing me."

He raised the hammer again, the metal shining in the dim light. The man's eyes filled with terror as Veer brought the hammer down once more. The man's screams grew louder, but Veer didn't care. To him, they were just noise.

Each hit was careful, meant to hurt and scare. The basement echoed with the sounds of suffering, the walls watching silently. Veer's actions were deliberate, like he was performing a dark dance.

When Veer finally stopped, the man was barely awake, slumped on the ground. Veer stepped back, looking at his work with grim satisfaction. The message was clear, written in blood and pain: never mess with Veer.

Veer ordered his guards to bind the man's hands with heavy metal chains attached to the ceiling. "Hang him here. Strip him down," Veer commanded coldly, his voice void of emotion. He turned away, clutching the back of a nearby chair with such force that his knuckles turned white. For a moment, he closed his eyes, and all he could see was the horrifying image of his wife's lifeless body, covered in her own blood—the day he nearly lost her. The memory threatened to suffocate him, but he forced himself to take a deep breath, trying to regain control of the rage that boiled within him.

With a steely resolve, Veer turned on his heels and walked over to Vidyut, who was now suspended helplessly before him. Veer's eyes were dark, filled with an anger that seemed almost inhuman.

"You played your twisted games with my wife, manipulated her until she was on the brink of death," Veer spat out, his voice trembling with barely restrained fury. Without warning, his fist collided with Vidyut's face, a sickening crack echoing through the room. Vidyut groaned in pain, his body going limp, but Veer wasn't done.

"She almost died because of you, you piece of shit," Veer growled, his voice low and menacing. He stepped back only to drive a brutal kick into Vidyut's stomach, the force of it making Vidyut puke, blood spilling from his mouth.

Veer watched him for a moment, his chest heaving with anger, but there was no satisfaction in his eyes. The image of his wife, broken and bleeding, was still too vivid, too fresh. "This is just the beginning," he whispered, his voice deadly calm. "You'll beg for mercy long before I'm finished with you."

Veer picked up a hunter, the leather coiled tightly in his hand. Without a moment's hesitation, he brought it down with a fierce crack across Vidyut's back. The impact was brutal, the flesh immediately splitting, and a searing red mark blossomed on Vidyut's skin. His scream pierced the air, raw and filled with agony, but Veer was unmoved.

Again, the hunter lashed out, this time across Vidyut's chest, the force of the blow sending shockwaves through his body. His cries grew louder, echoing off the walls, but to Veer, it was just noise—a distant, meaningless sound. Each strike was deliberate, controlled, and filled with a cold, unrelenting rage.

"You deserve this pain," Veer snarled between strikes, his voice low and filled with venom. The hunter came down again and again, each blow tearing into Vidyut's flesh, the agony evident in his every scream. But there was no mercy in Veer's eyes, only the burning desire for revenge.

Veer continued, his strikes relentless, until Vidyut's voice became hoarse, his screams turning into ragged, choked sobs. But even then, Veer didn't stop. The image of his wife lying in a pool of her own blood was etched into his mind, fueling his every movement.

At the final moment, Veer grabbed a knife, his grip steady despite the disgust that twisted in his gut as he looked at Vidyut's exposed, trembling form. He hesitated for a brief second, the weight of what he was about to do pressing down on him, but the memory of his wife—broken, nearly lost—pushed him forward. His resolve hardened.

With a swift, brutal motion, Veer brought the knife down, severing Vidyut's manhood with a sickening slice. Vidyut's screams reached a fever pitch, filled with unimaginable pain and terror, each cry more desperate than the last. Veer didn't stop; he continued, each cut more savage, more relentless, until Vidyut's voice was reduced to a gurgling, lifeless whisper.

Finally, Vidyut's body went limp, his soul surrendering to the agony, escaping the torture. Veer stepped back, breathing heavily, his hand slick with blood as he dropped the knife to the ground with a metallic clatter. He looked down at the lifeless body, the once-powerful man now reduced to nothing.

"I finally took the revenge, sweetheart," Veer whispered, his voice hoarse and trembling with a mix of exhaustion and grim satisfaction. The room was silent now, but the echoes of what he had done would linger in his mind forever.

[Finally, Veer you did it.😭😭]

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Veer quickly left the room, his mind racing. He headed to a separate room where he stripped off his dirty, blood-stained clothes. He turned on the shower, letting the hot water wash away the grime and blood. He scrubbed himself clean, making sure there was nothing left on him from what he had done.

Once he was satisfied, Veer dressed in a clean suit, feeling more like himself again. He sprayed his cologne, the familiar scent helping to calm him down. Without wasting any more time, he got into his car and started driving to his mansion.

As he drove, he checked the time and realized he was late. A small wave of guilt hit him, but he pushed it aside. He knew he would make it up to Akshu. She didn't need to know what had happened tonight. All that mattered now was getting back to her.

Veer pressed down on the accelerator, determined to reach home as quickly as possible. He had done what he needed to do, and now it was time to focus on Akshu.

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Akshu heard the familiar honking of the car, signaling that Veer had finally returned home. She glanced at the wall clock and saw that it was 1 a.m. Her heart sank, and a mix of disappointment and anger bubbled up inside her.

Without saying a word, Akshu made her way to the kitchen. She started serving the food onto a plate, her movements tense with frustration. The house was quiet, and she assumed Veer thought everyone was asleep. As he entered the house, Veer was ready to head upstairs, believing the night had ended in silence.

But as he climbed the stairs, a soft glow caught his eye. He paused and turned towards the kitchen, where he saw the lights still on. Curiosity piqued, Veer walked over and was surprised to find Akshu standing near the kitchen counter. She hadn't gone to bed like he'd thought.

She was waiting for him.

Akshu's POV:

As I stood there, I felt Veer's arms wrap around me from behind, his warmth seeping through, but this time, it didn't soften me. His voice was gentle, almost hesitant, as he murmured, "Sorry, sweetheart, meeting ke wajah se late ho gaya."

[Sorry, sweetheart, I'm late because of the meeting.]

[Ofc, you had a great meeting Veer🥰🔪]

Wait a minute—meeting? This didn't sit right with me. He never had meetings like this, especially not ones that dragged on this late. I had never heard of anything like this before, not from him, and definitely not from Papa ji or Chachi ji. Something was off.

I turned around, my brows furrowed in suspicion. "Aisi konsi meeting thi aapki jo khatam hone ka naam hi nahi le rahi thi? Ghar baar nahi hai aapka?!" I snapped, my frustration bubbling over. "Maine itni mehnat se aapka favorite khana banaya, aur aap..."

[Which was your meeting, which was not ending? Don't you have a home?] [I cooked your favorite food with so much effort, and you...]

Without thinking, I started pounding my fists lightly against his chest, each tap more out of annoyance than anger. I glanced up at him, expecting a smirk or a casual laugh, but instead, I saw something that made me pause—Veer looked genuinely scared.

His eyes widened, and he stammered, "Woh... Akshu, it's not what you think..."

But I wasn't in the mood to listen. My temper flared, and in a fit of playful rage, I grabbed the nearest thing I could find—a rolling pin. Veer's eyes grew even larger as I brandished it like a weapon.

"Kya kaha aapne? Meeting? Aaj toh main aapko chhodungi nahi!" I declared, my voice half-serious, half-teasing.

[What did you say? Meeting? Today I will not leave you!]

[Angry akshu is not easy to tame😭🤣🤣]

Veer backed away, his hands up in mock surrender, a nervous grin tugging at his lips. "Akshu, sweetheart, let's talk about this—no need for violence!"

[Yeah and you're the ambassador of Non- Violence committee🥰🥰]

But I was already in motion, chasing him around the kitchen. "Aap bas bhaagte rahiye, aaj toh aapko yeh belan se hi sabak sikhana padega!"

[You just keep running, today you will have to be taught a lesson by this rolling pin!]

Veer darted out of the kitchen, laughing nervously as I chased him through the mansion. "Akshu, please! Main mazak kar raha tha! Mera matlab woh nahi tha!"

[Akshu, please! I was joking! That's not what I meant!]

But I was relentless, and Veer's laughter turned into genuine worry as he realized I wasn't giving up. We raced through the halls, my determination only growing with each step.

Finally, cornered in the living room, Veer had nowhere left to run. He turned to face me, breathing heavily, his hands still up in surrender. "Okay, okay, I give up!" he said, dropping to his knees dramatically. He clasped his hands together, holding his ears in the traditional gesture of apology. "Mujhe maaf kar do, sweetheart! Galti ho gayi! Please, yeh belan mat chalana!"

[Forgive me, sweetheart! A mistake was made! Please, don't walk this rolling pin!]

[Kon kahega ye mafia hai?😭😭 Biwi ki belan se darr gaya bhai]

I stopped in my tracks, trying to keep a straight face, but the sight of Veer, this tall, strong man, begging for mercy while holding his ears was too much. I burst into laughter, lowering the rolling pin as I walked over to him.

"You're lucky you're cute when you're scared," I teased, pulling him up to his feet.

Veer grinned sheepishly, relief washing over his face. "Toh maaf kiya?"

[You forgive me?]

I sighed, pretending to consider it. "Only if you promise no more late-night meetings without telling me first."

"Done!" Veer agreed eagerly, wrapping his arms around me again. "Pakka wala promise."

I finally let myself melt into his embrace, the last of my anger fading away. "Next time, just come home on time," I murmured, my voice softening.

Veer nodded, holding me close. "I promise, sweetheart. No more meetings—just us."

"By the way, sweetheart, you called me to come early. Why?" Veer asked, his tone light and curious. I sighed, my excitement from earlier now dampened.

"Hmm... I wanted to surprise you," I admitted, looking down. "Today we completed our seven months of marriage. I set up a dinner table in the garden, hoping we could have a special dinner date. But I guess it can't be done now... it's too late." My voice trailed off, and I felt a wave of disappointment wash over me.

Veer gently lifted my chin, his eyes softening as he looked at me. "Tu udaas na hoyi, jaan. Tere chand jivein mukhde nu dekhan nu ji karda hai har vaar.", he said in his warm Punjabi, a playful smile tugging at his lips. His words made my cheeks flush pink, as they always did whenever he slipped into Punjabi. There was something about the way he spoke it that never failed to make me blush.

["Don't be sad, my love. Every time I see your face, it feels like seeing the moon."]

Without another word, Veer took my hand and led me toward the garden. As we stepped outside, the soft glow of fairy lights greeted us, casting a magical glow over the space. The atmosphere was dreamy, the night air cool and refreshing. I looked around, feeling a mix of surprise and warmth. Veer had noticed the effort I had put into creating this special moment.

Overwhelmed by the emotions swelling in his chest, Veer pulled me into a tight hug, holding me close. I felt the steady beat of his heart against mine, and for a moment, everything else faded away. We stood there in silence, just soaking in the comfort of each other's presence.

After a while, Veer gently guided me to the table I had prepared. We sat down together, the stars twinkling above us, and began our peaceful dinner. As we ate, memories of our first date under the stars came flooding back—how Veer had surprised me with a similar setup, a night I had cherished deeply.

[Ohh...how can I forget that😭🤌🏻❤️ That scene always lives in my heart.]

"This reminds me of our first date," I said softly, looking at him with a smile. Veer nodded, his eyes twinkling with the same warmth they had that night.

"That night was special," he replied, reaching across the table to take my hand. "And so is tonight. Every moment with you is special, Akshu."

We spent the rest of the night reminiscing, sharing stories, and simply enjoying each other's company under the stars. Despite the late hour, the night turned out to be just as perfect as I had hoped—maybe even more so, because we were together.

Hello My tulips🌷😌 finally your author is back with another long chapter of FYT🤌🏻❤️

How was it?? Are you satisfied with the end of Vidyut??

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Sorry, for keeping you waiting, but these 2 weeks, I wasn't in a right mind to write something.