HIS RUTHLESS REDEMPTION

Chapter 15. Twisted Loyalties

Mishti's heart raced as she clung to the hope of escape. She believed Abir was going to deliver her to Nishant, and in a desperate bid for freedom, she attempted to leap from the moving car. However, Abir was quicker this time. His strong, determined grip tightened around her wrist as he maneuvered the vehicle with his other hand.

Mishti struggled fiercely, but his hold was unyielding, her attempts to break free proving futile against his ironclad grasp. After what felt like an eternity, Abir brought the car to a halt in front of an isolated, dilapidated cottage. The area was desolate, the house standing solitary amidst the barren landscape. Mishti's apprehension grew, her breathing shallow as she surveyed the grim surroundings.

Abir, still holding her hand, moved towards the entrance. Mishti remained rooted to the spot, her body trembling with fear as tears streamed down her face. Abir sighed heavily, his frustration evident, and approached her with a gentleness that belied the gravity of the situation. He carefully wiped her tears away and lifted her chin to meet his gaze.

"Please, Abir, no... I don't want this," Mishti implored, her voice cracking with fear. "What have I done to deserve this?"

Abir's voice was a cold, steely command. "Stop crying and be quiet."

He drew her inside, his grip never faltering, and locked the door behind them. The interior of the cottage was ominously furnished with an array of firearms and weaponry, the sight of which only intensified Mishti's terror. Abir led her to a small, dimly lit room, shutting all windows and drawing the curtains with meticulous precision. He then took a stool and sat directly in front of her, his expression unreadable.

"Until now, you were in Abir's world," he began, his voice stern. "But from now on, you will reside in Aayan's world. You are not to step foot outside this room."

Mishti, her eyes flashing with anger, shot back, "I don't want to stay here, especially not with you."

Rising abruptly, she made a move towards the door, but Abir was faster. He yanked her back, pinning her against the wall with a forceful grip, his hand slamming against the wall beside her. Mishti's sobs grew louder, her distress palpable.

With tears brimming in his eyes, Abir spoke softly, "I was taking you far away, so why did you need to run?"

Mishti, her voice a mixture of desperation and anger, retorted, "I don't understand why you're giving me to Nishant. What animosity do you have towards me?"

Abir chuckled darkly, cupping her face with his hands. "Who said I was sending you to that scoundrel? I won't let you be away from me. Mishti, I know I lied to you, that my intention was to give you to Nishant, but not anymore. You are mine now, my life. That's why I brought you here. This place belongs to Aayan, and no one else can come near. I love you, even with your fiery anger."

Mishti, her face etched with disgust, pushed him away. "I don't want your cruel love. It's hatred I feel for you, for everything you represent-these guns, these weapons, your deceitful heart. You've taken lives right before my eyes. I don't want any part of a criminal's life. I can't trust your so-called love. No matter how many vows you take, I will leave this place, even if Nishant has to take me. At least he won't deceive me like you have."

Abir advanced closer, effectively trapping her between him and the wall. His fingers traced her face with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with the harshness of his words. Mishti flinched but remained still under his touch. Abir's smile was both comforting and unsettling as he gently caressed her cheek.

"Meeting you had a purpose," he murmured softly, "but when did you become my destination, I don't know. You are my life, Mishti, and I would do anything for you. My love for you is boundless."

Mishti, her eyes filled with fear, responded, " And I am afraid of you. I married Abir Rajvansh out of love, but I have always harbored a deep-seated hatred for Aayan. I cannot bear to stay with you, to feel suffocated by your presence. The very thought of you makes me loathe myself for loving you. No matter how many oaths you take, I will leave, even if Nishant must take me. At least he won't betray me as you have."

In a surge of fury, Abir pulled her closer, twisting her wrist painfully. "You don't understand the language of love, do you? If you want it to be like this then let it be. You have seen Abir's love; now you will witness Aayan's madness. And remember this-Aayan will go to any lengths for his love and his goals. As for escaping, that will not happen. Do whatever you want, but I won't let you go."

He shoved her away with considerable force, causing Mishti to stumble onto the bed. As she turned to face him, she spoke through her tears, "If this is love, then the truth is you never loved me. I was merely a fixation for you."

Abir leaned closer, whispering in her ear with a chilling calmness, "It is love that keeps you with me now. Otherwise, you would be in Nishant's room, warming his bed, entertaining him. So, don't overburden your mind. It won't handle it."

Mishti, her eyes filled with revulsion, retorted, "I'd rather die than come to you. I will never love you again."

Abir, his voice resolute, replied, "We'll see about that. Remember, you are with Aayan now, not Abir." He left the room, locking the door behind him.

Mishti collapsed onto her bed, her sobs echoing through the room. Hours later, Abir returned with a tray of food. Mishti, noticing him, rolled her eyes in disdain. Abir sat down in front of her, holding out a plate of food.

"Eat," he urged softly.

Mishti shook her head defiantly. "I don't want to eat."

Abir took a bite of the food and attempted to feed her, but she struck his hand, causing the morsel to fall.

"Mishti, just eat," Abir persisted.

She threw the plate to the floor, her voice breaking with despair. "I won't eat. If you want, let me die."

Abir's frustration boiled over. He grasped her cheeks tightly. "You will eat. I'll see how long you can resist. And remember, I won't let you die."

With that, he stormed out of the room.

Days passed with Mishti refusing to speak or eat. Abir, watching her decline, felt his resolve crumbling. Desperation drove him to bring food once more.

"Mishti, you haven't eaten for three days," he said, his voice trembling with concern. "I don't know what's happening to you, but seeing you like this is killing me. Please, just eat. Why persist in hurting yourself?"

Suddenly, Mishti's vision blurred, and she fainted. Abir panicked and immediately called Kunal, demanding he bring a doctor.

"Bring the doctor here as quickly as possible," Abir urged, his voice filled with dread. "Mishti has collapsed. I can't move her. Make sure the doctor brings all necessary equipment."

Kunal nodded and Abir ended the call.

Soon, the doctor arrived with Kunal and examined Mishti thoroughly. After completing the tests, the doctor addressed Abir.

"Mr. Rajvansh, your wife has become extremely weak. Don't worry, the tests are complete, and we'll have the results by next week. I've administered an injection to restore her energy, but she needs to eat."

Abir, his anxiety palpable, responded, "Yes, Doctor. Kunal will bring the reports. Thank you so much. Kunal, make sure she is taken care of."

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