chapter 12

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Arjun's world shattered into a million pieces the moment he received the news about Meera's accident. He ran down and drove his car like an maniac man in the highest speed possible. When he reached the hospital he ran toward her ward and saw his wife lying motionlessly fighting for her life a small tear escaped his eye.

As he clenched his fists, Arjun's thoughts turned to Ishaan. The mere mention of his name sent a surge of fury coursing through his veins. How dare he lay a hand on Meera? How dare he threaten the one person Arjun cared about more than anything in the world? It was time for Ishaan to pay, time for him to face the consequences of his actions.

With a steely determination, Arjun set his plan into motion. He called upon his most trusted allies, a group of loyal and ruthless enforcers who would stop at nothing to do his bidding. Together, they mapped out a strategy, exploiting every weakness and leveraging every connection to bring Ishaan to his knees.

The clock was ticking, and Arjun knew he had little time to spare. He couldn't afford to waste a single moment, not when Meera's life hung in the balance. With a silent vow to protect her at all costs, he set out into the night, his heart heavy with the weight of his emotions.

Their first stop was Ishaan's hideout, a rundown warehouse on the outskirts of the city. As they approached, Arjun's pulse quickened with anticipation. This was it, the moment he had been waiting for, the chance to finally confront the man who had caused so much pain and suffering.

With practiced precision, Arjun and his men stormed the warehouse, weapons drawn and ready for action. They moved swiftly and silently, their footsteps echoing against the cold concrete floor. And there, in the dimly lit depths of the building, they found him - Ishaan, surrounded by his cronies, a smug grin plastered across his face.

But his arrogance was short-lived. Before Ishaan could utter a word, Arjun lunged forward, his fist connecting with Ishaan's jaw with a satisfying thud. The force of the blow sent him reeling, his body crumpling to the ground in a heap of limbs and bruises.

Arjun's men moved in quickly, subduing Ishaan's accomplices with ease. They bound their hands and feet, leaving them helpless and at Arjun's mercy. And as he stood over Ishaan, his eyes burning with righteous fury, Arjun knew that this was only the beginning.

With a swift motion, Arjun pulled Ishaan to his feet, his grip like a vice around his throat. He stared into Ishaan's eyes, his gaze unwavering and filled with a deadly intensity. "You thought you could hurt her and get away with it?" he growled, his voice dripping with venom. "You thought wrong."

And with that, Arjun unleashed his wrath upon Ishaan, delivering blow after punishing blow with a ferocity that bordered on madness. Each strike was fueled by years of pent-up rage and frustration, each blow a testament to the depths of his love for Meera.

But even as he exacted his revenge, Arjun couldn't shake the nagging doubt that lingered in the back of his mind. Was this truly the justice Meera deserved? Was violence the answer to Ishaan's cruelty? In his heart, he knew that there were no easy answers, no simple solutions to the complexities of human emotion.

As dawn began to break on the horizon, Arjun finally released Ishaan, his body bruised and broken, his spirit shattered beyond repair. He watched in silence as his men dragged Ishaan away, their footsteps fading into the distance like echoes in the night.

And as he turned to leave, a sense of emptiness washed over him, a hollow ache that no amount of violence could fill. In that moment, Arjun realized that true vengeance could never be found in retribution alone. It lay instead in the quiet moments of tenderness and compassion, in the small gestures of love that had the power to heal even the deepest wounds.

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