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(FLASHBACK ENDS- Back to present- Continued from chapter-THE TORTURE)

Nandani's pov
I wake up suddenly by a some moments. I open my eyes and they directly lend on Madhyam's face. He's opening my hands which he tied with the belt last night. A sudden pain rushes in my arms as they set free. The rigid muscles loosen up, contracting in pain. I close my eyes and tears fall down to through the corner of my eyes, when I fell a thumb wiping my tears away, it was Madhyam.

"Does it hurt, baby?" He asked politely like his life depended on me. Creasing my wrists which had been bruised from the tortures. The wound on my chest ached even more. "You know na baby, I don't mean to hurt you. But..... but I don't know why I can't just control.... I just can't control when someone else looks at you. You know na you are mine. Just mine. You know na??" He asked pressing my wounds hurting them even more. I just nodded my head in yes, because I was tired. Tired of everything. Every thing that had no end.

He smiled instantly at my nod and pecked my lips and said, "get ready, we are leaving for Ooty today, pack your stuff and hurry up you need to get Shruti ready too."

He stood up from the bed, wore his boxers and went in the walk in closet. I hurriedly got up and rushed to the bathroom wearing my silks robe. Switching on the shower, I sank on the floor crying. The warm water rushed my wounds washing away the dried blood. I just hoped why couldn't it wash away the miserable life I live. I so wished to end it, the only thing that keeps me going is Shruti. The day I promised myself I'll never let anything harm her.

It's 6 in the morning. Dehradun in so cold in the winters. I stand in the closet in my bathrobe, applying foundation on the scars. The scars which tell the story about the night. I hide the marks, on hands on neck, on legs, even on my face. This is not my everyday drill. Because when days are good, Madhyam doesn't slap me on my face. Just in bed. And the scars they don't need to hide, because no one comes here and I'm not allowed to step out of the house. Never.

But today was different, Madhyam was taking us to Ooty. Me and Shruti. This would be the first time Shruti will be out of this mansion. I get ready and pack my bag, and Madhyam's bag just the way he wants it. His assistant gave me a dictated list.

After completing my work I go to Shruti's room. The little bundle sleeps in the middle of soft whites. The room is so sophisticated for a kid. All white. Isn't a baby's room supposed to be colourful. But how can I expect it. I walked up to her cradle and saw her sleeping soundly. I creased her head softly and picked her up, kissed her all over her face and just smiled looking at her. Then placing her back in her cradle, I started packing her stuff in the bag I brought.

        Once done I was thinking of not waking Shruti up and directly changing her clothes. But my surprise she was already up and was cycling her legs up and down silently. A smile crept on my face as I saw the little one smiling at me.

I went towards her and picked her up. Swung her up in air and said, "gooodd molning, mera shuru uth gaya.. my baby..." I kissed her tummy and she giggled. I rubbed my nose against hers.

"You always smile around her only... why so?" I heard Aryaman's voice and I turned around to see him standing on the door. Dressed in casuals. He walked in and stood admiring Shruti in my arms.

       "You know what Nandani, after baba passed away, I submerged myself in all the work. That I couldn't even let myself fall in love, get married or anything. But u know I'm glad Madhyam did. I'm glad you people got married and had a family.He's always been a distant kid. Thank you for coming into his life. And yaa, actually I came here to give you this. I got it from US, for Shruti. Pack it along, it would be cold in Ooty." He said handing the packet to me. I smiled in approval and took it.

          "Get ready we'll be moving out in an hour. The private jet is ready." He said and went out.
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We were sitting in the VIP lounge of the airport.  Shruti was fast asleep in my arms. This is her first time she's out from the mansion boundaries. She's 8 months old, and she's never been anywhere, and even me since 8 months. Madhyam is sitting beside me scrolling through his emails and black coffee.

As soon as the captain announces the jet is ready we walk towards the runway, followed by the bodyguard carrying our bags. Aryaman is elder to Madhyam he doesn't surround the intimidating aura as Madhyam. With Madhyam around no one dares to speak. They just follow, him and his orders.

Sitting at the window seat I look at the vast runway of Dehradun airport. I still remember the last time when I was here. Two years ago. When I was no more Nandani murty. I became Nandani Khurrana. I voice still rings in my ears, when Madhyam roared to the captain, " a blanket for my Wife, now."
I close my eyes and drift in the gloomy memories of the night which was supposed to be the best night.

After finishing the diary I kept it in my bag. Sleep was still away. I pushed the powe button on my phone and it displayed the time; 6:48 am. Manik must be back I thought. But there wasn't any call from him. I called him, but to my dismay, 'Jyā vyaktīsa āpaṇa pōhōcaṇyācā prayatna karīta āhāta tī anupalabdha āhē' ~ the person you are trying to reach is currently unavailable.'

I frowned in curiosity and called Cabir. The ring went and he picked up in two. Breathing in relief I asked, "Cabir, Manik ko phone do na.." but listening to his voice my heart skipped a million beats. He said in a sleepy tone, "kya yar tum dono, Ek minute bhi nai reh sakte. Puri rat to sath the. N Manik nai aaya yaha, aye tab call karvata hu." He said. "But Cabir....." before I could finish he disconnected the call. I woke up from the bed pulled a cardigan over and washing up the remains of henna from my hands I went out. Searching in the lobby few rooms, but Manik didn't seem to be any where. Every where were just sleepy people. Even Aams didn't woke up today. There was sangeet in the evening so everyone was busy grabbing their share of sleep they missed yesterday and were going to miss tonight. I went and checked on the reception and knew that he left in his car last night and hadn't returned then.

       A part of me said I was overreacting. But then he lied last night, he didn't take Cabir with him. Why? My heart sank each and every passing second. Is he alright. I quickly opened Find friends app on my iPhone in which Manik was added. I searched for his last location and was shocked to see it somewhere on the outskirts of Mumbai highway. I quickly rushed in the room grabbed the Mukti's car keys and rushed to the parking.

        I was on the going wherever the gps took me. As The blue spot on the screen neared my heart beat was rising. Please let him be ok. Please let him be ok. Was the only prayer that ran through my mind. Driving like a crazy for some hour Manik black Duster caught my attention. It was on the side of the road. I perked through my glass but the car was empty. There was a small cottage type house. A completely abandoned old house. Without thinking twice I parked my car outside and threw my phone on the passenger seat haphazardly and rushed towards the house.

      The silent atmosphere was cold. The house was yellowish, the walls had traces of algae and fungus. Grass, weeds, small plants were grown all around. It clearly meant no one lived here neither it's taken care of. Why would Manik come here. I walked to the main wooden door. I pushed it lightly and it was open.

         The door opened with the creaking sound. I walked in. The halogen light illuminates the room. Dust was all around. The celling didn't have fans but the loose wires. The spider webs were big enough to not leave them unnoticed. The broken window was the only source of sunlight. The glass was dirty and had turned yellow. The place smelled of moisture and humidity. The walls had paint peeling out. I walked into and spoke, "Manik....." and I heard a groaning sound. 

       I ran towards the source of the sound and what I saw was enough to freeze the bloody running in my veins. Manik, his hands were tied up. His face was wounded badly. His mouth was bleeding and was gagged with a cloth. His shirt which he wore yesterday was torn, blood smeared. His jeans was torn. His legs, his hands, his chest, neck which even body part was visible, name it and it was bleeding and wounded. He was continuously shaking his head like he was telling me go away. There was man behind him holding his mouth, another man holding a hockey stick. They saw me but didn't move.

      I saw Manik's eyes widened suddenly. But as soon as I took a step towards him, one hand held my hand pulled me back. My back hit a hard chest and I looked back in shock and it was Madhyam. "No, baby.... not now." He said and held me by my waist. I struggled in his hold and tried to withdraw his  hands forcing with both my hands. Scratching them, beating them. I could hear Manik growl with the gagged mouth and throwing his legs.

        "Noo.... Nandani don't... don't please. I love you. I really love you Nandani." My eyes went wide listening to Madhyam. This man is mad. He is a psychopath. His eyes had a different look , a look that scared me. "Manikkk....." i screamed and struggled more looking at Manik. Me and Manik both had tears in our eyes. I wanted to go to my Manik. He was standing right in front of me all wounded and I couldn't even touch him, help him. "Leave meeee......." I screamed my lungs out.

"Leave you? You want to go? Ok fine." Madhyam said in a polite tone and looked at his men and signalled something. Horror stuck me. When one of them moved forward with the hockey stick and beat him hard on his right leg. "Manikkkk....." I screamed and struggled to run to him but Madhyam didn't loosen up even an ounce. "Nooo.... please stop. Please...." I kept on begging but his men kept on beating him. "Please.... Madhyam please. I beg you. Please main hath jod ti hun. Please usko chod do..." I cried folding my hands but none of them payed mercy to my cries.

         "Okay fine. Stop." And in a microsecond every man stopped. "You want to go?" Madhyam asked. I nodded my head in yes. "Okay. Let's do it quick." He said and took out revolver from his back and waved it to me. My eyes widen in shock. No. No. My mind prayed a thousand prayers. He made me hold the revolver in between my both hands and pointed it towards an half conscious Manik. "Let's end this." He said. "Let's end him, and you will be free. You want me to leave you right. I will. Let's kill him. Simple." He said and I looked was numb. I left the revolver in a second.

"Okay you can't. I will. Cause you are either mine or mine." He said and pointed the gun firmly towards Manik. "Noooo...... please no.... please. Don't do that please. I beg you." I held his hands pleading him. "What do you want Madhyam? I'll give you anything, I'll do anything you say please usko Kuch mat karo." I was a crying mess by now. Madhyam suddenly smiled and cupping my face he said, "I knew you loved me. Yess." He quickly flipped his jacket and produced some papers out of them, with a pen. "Sign these." He said handing me the papers. I looked at the papers and my breath hitched. They were.... marraige paper. With the name of Madhyam Khurrana and Nandani Murty.

"Sign those Nandani." He said once. I didn't react. I was too numb to do that. "Sign them Nandani." He said again. He waited for few seconds and roared this time. "I said fucking sign them.." and the next was I heard a gun shot. "Manik..." I screamed and looked towards him. And Manik screamed as the bullet pierced his right side of the corner of shoulder . I wanted to run towards Manik but Madhyam held my hand. "The next one won't let him survive, I swear Nandani." He said and reloaded the gun ," noo... I will." With shaking hands I signed the papers. Each and every sign cut me deeper and deeper. I handed the paper to Madhyam and he left the gun on the floor. I ran to Manik. "Manikkk," he was shivering in pain. As I touched him, my hands smeared in blood. He looked into my eyes. We both had tears filled in our eyes. I was about to open his gagged mouth I felt perching pain on my scalp. Madhyam had grabbed my hair in fist and pulled them harshly.

       "Time to say goodbye honey...." Madhyam said in a wicked tone and pulled me through my hair. "Manik...." I shouted and my hands tried to reach out for him but I couldn't. He struggled through the bondages but he couldn't. I feel down but Madhyam still dragged me. Taking me the room I entered previously, he held my hands tightly. "Helppp,...... help........ Manik........" I shouted as loud as I could, as Madhyam grabbed me tightly. One of his man brought a syringe. "Leave me.... leave me...... chodo mujee.... leave me..... Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh....... Manik..... mummaaaaa........" I felt a pricking pain in my tights as the syringe hit me and a sudden feeling of numbness hit me. "Maaanikk......." was the last word I said feebly before drifting to deep sleep.....

I was brought back to present by the voice of the air hostess. We were about to land on the Mysore Mandakali airport. Shruti was peacefully sleeping. This girl is going to create great trouble tonight, she's slept all day. Hoe will she sleep at night. I'll have to wake her up. It was still a 3-4 hr journey from Mysore to Ooty.
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Manik's pov.

The bags were packed and loaded in the car. Tomorrow is the dinner at Khurrana's for the reopening of the Ooty project. But for me. It's just not the re beginning, it's revenge. Revenge for the backstabbing , revenge for fraud, revenge for my dad's death, revenge for taking away my Nandani, revenge for everything.

"Let's go Manik." Cabir said patting my back. We'll be in Ooty by today evening, to finish what's unfinished.

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