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Virendra stood at the center of the haveli, his voice firm yet calm, giving out final instructions. "Reyansh, you and Jinal go bring the bride. I'll send you the address. And listen carefully—bring her with the utmost care and respect. She's my daughter now."

Reyansh's jaw tightened. He wasn't listening to the words bride or care. His mind snapped to just one thing—Jinal.

He turned to Virendra, trying to sound casual, "Uncle, I can... I can go alone."

Virendra narrowed his eyes, catching the hesitation in his tone. "What if she gets scared seeing a stranger? She's just a child, Reyansh. Take Jinal. She'll feel safer."

Reyansh opened his mouth to protest, but Virendra had already turned his back and walked away, leaving no room for argument.

As the sun streamed in through the intricately carved windows of Thakur Haveli, the buzz of wedding preparations filled the air. Amid the chaos, a different kind of storm quietly entered the haveli—Reyansh Sehgal.

With his usual composed arrogance, Reyansh stepped inside, dressed in black from head to toe, a sharp contrast to the colorful world around him. He greeted everyone politely—samarveer, Rajmata, Yashodha—but his eyes carefully avoided one person.

Jinal Thakur.

She had just descended the stairs, dressed in a simple pastel anarkali, her hands clutching the railing tighter than needed. The moment her eyes landed on Reyansh, her heart skipped—not in excitement, but in something closer to dread. A sharp pinch of memory stabbed her chest, and suddenly, the noise around her faded.

Reyansh, on the other hand, didn't look at her once.

"I'll go and bring the bride," he said flatly, hands in pockets.

Before anyone else could respond, Yashodha smiled warmly and said, "Jinal beta, go with Reyansh. She'll feel safer with a girl around."

That one sentence echoed in Jinal's ears like a cruel bell. Go with Reyansh. Her lips parted slightly. She didn't breathe. Her throat dried up.

Reyansh's jaw ticked. "Yashodha aunty, I don't have time. I'm waiting outside," he said coldly and walked out of the haveli, not sparing Jinal a glance.

She stood frozen, one foot on the step, the other hovering like she had forgotten how to move. Her heart thudded painfully against her chest. She hadn't seen him in over a year... and yet it felt like not a single second had passed.

Everyone returned to their work, but Jinal remained there. Between her pride and her past. Between her silence and a boy she once thought she knew.

She finally let out a shaky breath and moved, one hesitant step at a time... toward the storm waiting outside.

The air was heavy even before Jinal stepped into the car.

She quietly opened the passenger door and sat down, not saying a word. Her fingers nervously fiddled with the edge of her dupatta, stealing a glance at Reyansh, who sat behind the wheel like he owned the silence between them.

Without a single word, Reyansh started the car.

The engine roared, and within seconds, he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The wheels screeched as the car sped down the narrow haveli road, jolting Jinal back in her seat.

Her hand flew to the handlebar above the window.

Her heart pounded—part from fear, part from the suffocating awkwardness hanging between them.

She wanted to say something. Slow down.

But she didn't.

Because she knew him. If she spoke now, he'd only go faster.

So she stayed quiet. Staring out of the window. Trying to steady her breath.

The speed increased with every second—his grip on the steering tight, his jaw clenched, eyes glued to the road like it had done something wrong to him.

She dared to glance at him.

He hadn't changed much. Same sharp jawline. Same cold expression. But there was something deeper now—something angrier. Or maybe just more broken.

A sudden bump on the road made the car jump slightly and she let out a small gasp, instinctively clutching her seatbelt tighter.

Still, no words were exchanged.

The silence was like a wound neither of them dared to touch.

But behind that silence, memories whispered—words never said, apologies never made, pain never healed.

And for now... they just drove.

Fast, wild, like the past was chasing both of them.

The car came to a screeching halt before the worn-down, crumbling house that looked like it hadn't seen a drop of care in years. Compared to the elegance of the Thakur Haveli, this place was a living contrast of decay and despair.

Reyansh stepped out of the car without sparing a glance at Jinal, who quietly followed behind. He exhaled sharply, muttering under his breath as his eyes scanned the broken windows and rusted gates.

Disgust filled his chest. This is where she lived?

He didn't wait.

He strode straight toward the house, his steps echoing with fury. The door creaked open to reveal a middle-aged man sitting cross-legged on the floor, greedily counting bundles of money like a starving wolf guarding meat. Hariram.

Reyansh's voice was cold and cutting, "Where is the bride?"

Hariram didn't even glance up. "Oh... I sold her to someone else. She's gone now."

A gunshot cracked through the air.

The sound was deafening in the silence of the house.

Hariram jumped up in fear, the money slipping from his hands.

"W-Who are you?!"

Reyansh stepped into the light, his eyes burning with rage. "I'm here to take my bhabhi."

Hariram's face turned pale. "S-Someone else took her! Tell Thakur sa not to worry—I'll pay his debt! I swear!"

But Reyansh had heard enough.

Virendra had already told him everything—about how Hariram locked his daughter for 18 years, how he sold her like property to clear his sins.

Reyansh grabbed him by the collar and shoved him against the wall, voice venomous, "Haramkhor... kis ko bech diya bhabhi ko?! Maut se khelne ka bada shauk hai kya? Janta bhi hai kiski biwi banne ja rahi hai woh?"

His eyes narrowed, jaw tightening with barely contained fury.

"RIVAN THAKUR.

Na koi sauda usse chhupa sakta hai,

Na koi insaan uski biwi ko haath laga sakta hai."

Hariram's knees buckled.

And in that moment, the real weight of what he'd done finally struck him.

Reyansh's blood boiled.

He pressed the barrel of the gun harder against Hariram's forehead, voice thundering now—

"TELL ME WHO THE FUCK TOOK HER!"

Hariram trembled like a leaf in a storm. The fear of death clung to his throat as he whispered, barely audible, "J-Jagdish :-Thakur's rivals... t-they took her."

Reyansh's eyes widened for a second, then darkened.

"Jagdish...?" he exhaled sharply, his voice low and dangerous. The name tasted like acid.

Without warning, he grabbed Hariram and threw him to the ground, the man landing with a sickening thud against the old wooden cot.

"Pray." Reyansh growled, towering over him. "Pray Rivan never finds you. Or better—start hiding now. Because when he does... even your shadow won't survive."

He turned on his heel—only to stop in his tracks.

Jinal was standing there. Frozen. Eyes wide, pale, and visibly shaken. Her breathing was shallow, her lips parted as if to speak—but no words came.

For a moment, Reyansh's fury faltered.

He clenched his jaw, closed his eyes briefly, and took a breath to calm himself. Then, without saying a word, he strode toward her, gripped her wrist tightly—but not roughly—and dragged her with him toward the car.

Jinal didn't protest. She simply followed, her silence louder than any scream.

Once they sat inside, Reyansh pulled out his phone and spoke in a low but razor-sharp voice.

"Track down Jagdish.All of them. I want every detail in ten minutes—where they went, where they're hiding. And if she's with them..."

He ended the call.

His knuckles turned white around the steering wheel.

"God help them if they touch her," he muttered, more to himself than to Jinal.

And for once, even the fearless Reyansh Sehgal looked like he was afraid—

Not for himself,

Not even for Devyani—

But of what Rivan Thakur would become when he found out his bride was missing.

Reyansh's phone beeped. The moment the location flashed on the screen, he slammed his foot on the accelerator. The car shot forward like a bullet. Trees blurred past, the road a streak beneath the tires.

Beside him, Jinal gripped the seat, her knuckles pale.

They arrived.

The place was eerily quiet—an isolated, broken-down structure at the edge of nowhere.

Reyansh stepped out immediately. Before shutting the door, he looked at Jinal with an unblinking intensity.

"Don't move from the car. Take this." He handed her a pistol.

"If anyone comes—shoot. Don't wait. Don't scream. I'll handle the rest."

Jinal stared at the weapon in her hand, frozen. She hadn't touched a gun in her life.

The moment Reyansh turned away, she panicked and tossed it into the back seat, heart racing. Her hands trembled, but she kept her eyes on the entrance, hoping he'd return soon.

Reyansh kicked open the rusted door.

His blood went cold.

Inside, the stench of sweat, dust, and smoke choked the air. He scanned the room and his heart dropped—

There she was.

Devyani.

Tied to a wooden post, her wrists bruised and bleeding. Her shawl torn. Eyes wide in terror. Silent tears trailing down her cheeks.

And in front of her—two men, one of whom had his hand on her face, trying to touch her, disgusting and predatory.

Sitting comfortably in a chair just a few feet away, Jagdish watched the scene with a cruel smirk, sipping something dark from a glass like it was a show for his sick amusement.

Reyansh's fury exploded.

No warnings.

No mercy.

He raised his gun and pulled the trigger.

BANG.

The bullet ripped through the air and struck the man touching Devyani straight in the chest. Blood sprayed as the body collapsed at her feet.

Devyani shrieked—louder than ever.

Her scream pierced through the house. Her body shook violently as she stared at the lifeless man sprawled near her, blood staining her dress. She couldn't breathe, couldn't process.

Reyansh moved fast, his gun now pointed at Jagdish—eyes locked with rage, as Jagdish stood slowly, still calm, but visibly alert.

"One more step toward her, and I'll blow your brains out."

His voice was low, lethal.

Devyani was still trembling, frozen in place, her sobs the only sound cutting through the silence.

This wasn't a rescue anymore—

It was a warning to the world.

Rivan Thakur's name wasn't the only one that sparked fear.

Reyansh Sehgal was no less dangerous when it came to protecting his family.

Jagdish took a cautious step forward, still stunned by the sudden death of his man.

"You've made a mistake, Reyansh," he hissed.

"I paid the highest fucking price for her. You don't get to take her back."

Reyansh didn't flinch.

He took a slow, threatening step toward him—gun still aimed at his head. His jaw clenched, voice sharp like a blade.

"Mistake?"

He chuckled, cold and mocking.

"You have no idea what mistake you've made, Jagdish."

His eyes narrowed.

"You dared to touch Rivan Thakur's wife.

If he finds out what you've done—not even your ashes will remain.

Hell will seem kinder in comparison."**

Jagdish's face turned pale.

Still, he growled, "I'll pay more—double, triple. Don't you dare take her—"

But Reyansh cut him off, voice laced with disgust.

"Take your dirty offers and burn in them."

He pulled out a blank cheque from his jacket, threw it in Jagdish's face.

**"Here. Write whatever number your greed can imagine. But remember—my sister isn't something you can put a price tag on."

With that, he slammed his boot into Jagdish's stomach—brutally.

Jagdish fell to the ground with a groan, coughing blood.

Reyansh turned without looking back and rushed toward Devyani.

She was still curled up, her body trembling, sobs caught in her throat. The ropes had cut into her delicate skin.

He knelt beside her, gently untied her hands.

Her lips quivered.

Her voice barely came out, a whisper:

"W-who...who are you...?"

Her big, tear-filled eyes met his.

For a moment, even Reyansh lost his breath.

She looked like a porcelain doll—bruised, broken, but still so heartbreakingly beautiful.

He gave a soft smile.

"I'm your new brother, Devyani."

She blinked slowly, confused, her lips parting in shock.

He helped her up carefully, placing his coat over her trembling frame.

Then he added with a gentle smirk, brushing a strand of hair from her face:

"I'm your soon-to-be husband's best friend."

Devyani gasped slightly.

He chuckled lightly, then stood up and looked away.

"Come on now, we're already late. If we don't hurry..."

Devyani pov

I was trembling in fear, curled in the corner of that filthy, broken room.

I heard loud voices—angry, heated...

Footsteps, sharp and heavy.

I couldn't understand everything, just bits and pieces—someone shouting at babu, talking about money, about deals... about me.

Then I saw him.

A man—tall, thick with muscles, a dirty scar slashing across his chin. His eyes were dark and disgusting, drinking in my fear.

He smirked.

I stepped back.

He stepped forward.

Without warning, he gripped my hair tightly, yanking it so hard I cried out.

His breath hit my face as he said with a twisted grin:

"Toh tum ho... Virendra Thakur ki pasandida bahu?"

(So you're Virendra Thakur's favourite daughter-in-law?)

"Chalo, ab tum hui meri. Rivan ke haath toh lagne nahi dunga main is khubsurat haseena ko."

(Now you're mine. I won't let Rivan even touch this beautiful beauty.)

He dragged me like I was nothing. Like I was a thing he had bought.

I fought. I screamed.

"Babu... babu please! Please save me!"

And then... I heard the words that shattered what was left of me.

He stood by the side and said in a tired, cold voice—

"Beta... finally, my burden is over.

Even if you die now—don't come back to me.

Think of your father as dead."**

Dead...

His words hit harder than any slap ever could.

I froze.

My lips trembled.

I couldn't scream anymore.

My eyes burned, but no tears came.

I think... something inside me cracked at that moment.

And yet... a part of me still wished someone—anyone—would come for me.

Someone who wouldn't see me as a burden.

Someone who wouldn't sell me like a toy.

Someone who'd make me feel alive.

He dragged me through narrow lanes—my feet stumbling, my screams echoing through the deserted area.

I screamed again and again.

"Help... please someone help...!"

But no one came.

Only silence.

Only shadows.

He took me into a broken, godforsaken house—more like a ruin—and pushed me to the ground like garbage.

I kept crying, kept begging him to let me go.

But he only laughed... and then tied me up.

Tightly.

Ropes bit into my wrists, cutting my skin.

Then one of his men walked toward me.

He looked at me like I wasn't human. Like I was meat.

He smirked.

And then...

He touched me.

Rough. Disgusting. Without shame.

I cried, louder this time, my voice almost breaking apart.

My body trembled, every cell of me wanted to disappear from there.

I screamed for my babu.

But I think... even God wasn't listening.

I closed my eyes, wishing to faint, to vanish—to just not exist.

And then...

BANG!

A gunshot thundered through the room.

I opened my eyes—only to see the same man who had touched me lying dead, right near my legs.

Blood everywhere.

I froze.

I couldn't even scream now.

My body was paralyzed.

My lips moved, but no sound came out.

Everything was spinning. My head. My breath. My life.

What was happening to me?

What had I done to deserve this?

I think...

I should've never stepped out of my room that day.

Never looked at the sky.

Never trusted anyone.

Because now...

I was in hell.

And it had just begun.

He looked at me—his eyes soft, unlike the monsters before him.

"I'm your new brother, Devyani," he said gently, kneeling beside me to untie the ropes. "And the man you're going to marry... is my best friend."

I just stared at him. Blank. Frozen.

Best friend? Husband?

I didn't even know who I was getting married to.

I didn't want to get married at all.

But I didn't say anything.

What was there to say?

No one cared about my voice anyway.

I followed him quietly—like a lost, broken puppy.

Because my life wasn't mine anymore.

Not my choices.

Not my body.

Not even my name.

I was a sold girl now.

Someone's property.

And I didn't even know the face of the man who now owned me.

Author pov

Reyansh held Devyani's trembling hand as he guided her out of the old house. Her steps were shaky, her eyes blank, but she followed without a word.

He opened the backseat of the car, helping her in.

"Wait here, okay?" he said firmly, his voice softer now. "Don't come out. No matter what."

He locked the doors, gave her one last glance, and turned—

Only to feel his chest clench.

Jinal was gone.

His eyes scanned the area, lips parting in disbelief.

She was just here.right here.

He called out, "Jinal!"

No response.

His jaw tightened as panic clawed up his throat. He reached for his phone—but her phone... was lying in the front seat.

"Shit," he whispered under his breath. "No. No. No."

He slammed his palm against the car bonnet, the sound echoing through the dead air.

"Fuck!" he growled, louder now, panic turning to rage.

"Why the hell did I leave her alone?!"

He rushed around the nearby area, searching behind every broken wall, every rusted structure—but there was nothing. Not even a sound.

The silence screamed at him.

His mind was already spiraling with worst-case scenarios.

This wasn't supposed to happen. Not today. Not like this.

His fists clenched, voice rising again into the empty air.

"Jinal!"

But the silence answered back.

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