❝Our love douses us in flames. It's terrible and deep and wingless, but I'll burn here if you burn here too.❞
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Kabir and Meher
Two polar opposites; or that's what they think they are. They are both burnin...
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Mumbai, India
A suffocating silence settled over the dimly lit apartment, pressing against Meher's ears like static. The hum of the refrigerator droned on, a stark contrast to the grotesque stillness of the room. The air smelled of something metallic— blood, thick and cloying. It was inescapable.
Her back was against the cold wall, her body numb, her mind blank.
Ahaan's lifeless body lay a few feet away, sprawled in a horrifying display of violence. His limbs were twisted unnaturally, his mouth grotesquely stuffed, his lower body stripped bare. His face was frozen in an expression of sheer terror, his dead eyes wide open. The brutality of it made her stomach twist.
She wanted to look away. But she couldn't.
The pendrive in her hand felt heavier than it should have, the weight of it pressing into her palm like a reminder. A last gift. A final piece of the puzzle.
Her stomach lurched.
The nausea came in waves, her body reacting before her mind could process what she had just witnessed. Her vision blurred at the edges, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. She had seen death before, but never like this. Never this raw, this personal. This wasn't just murder. This was a statement.
Then, footsteps.
Heavy. Quick. Urgent.
The door was still open. Alpha and Beta stormed into the apartment, their boots thudding against the floor, cutting through the oppressive silence. They halted just inside the doorway, instantly taking in the scene.
"Ma'am!" Beta was at her side in an instant, his dark eyes scanning her, his hands hovering near her as if unsure whether to touch her. "Are you hurt?"
Meher barely shook her head. No words formed. She wasn't injured, not physically, but something inside her had fractured.
Alpha's face was like stone as he assessed the room. His sharp gaze swept over Ahaan's mangled body, the blood pooling beneath him, the sheer savagery of it. His jaw tightened. "We need to leave. Now."
"No." Meher's voice came out hoarse, barely above a whisper. Then, stronger: "We need to report this."
Alpha's head snapped toward her.
Beta hesitated. "Ma'am—"
She didn't let him finish. Her trembling fingers fumbled for her phone. She could still hear the masked man's voice in her head.
A seasoned criminal always keeps a record of his crimes.
Her hands were unsteady as she dialed Ashna's number.
