Chapter 47
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Sofia and Amaira were with each other, Xander was Looking into
Security of the Safe house,
Dante and Abhimanyu were trying to get the Antidote, whereas Luca was trying to trace who Drugged Ansh ,
Ashvik was with Ansh Calming him , providing the little comfort he could, when suddenly The door opened and In came Avery,
Ashvik saw her with Confusion Covering his face ,
Avery: do you want to save Ansh ? Ashvik.
Avery spoke Without any Emotions in a cold and flat voice.
Ashvik: yess ofcourse….why are you saying this Ave ?
Avery showed him a Glass vial and spoke,
“This is the Antidote…One dose of this and He can live past morning…but if you want the main antidote come with me ….Or else he will die….”
Ashvik: What ? ….where should I go and Why are you doing this Avery ?
Avery: Just shut up ….and come with me to the Petrov estate where you belong…
The heavy scent of antiseptic and expensive cologne filled the corridors of the Safe house, but for fifteen-year-old Ashvik, it felt like the air was running out. In the master suite, his brother Ansh-the one who used to lead the bullying at school, the one who had once made Ashvik’s life a living hell-lay blue-lipped and convulsing.
Avery, the girl Ashvik had once trusted as a friend, stood by the window, a small glass vial glinting in her hand.
“He has twenty minutes, Ashvik,” she whispered, her voice devoid of the warmth he once thought was real. “One dose of this antidote, and your ‘precious’ brother lives. But you come with me. Now. I have a car waiting to take you to the estate you belong .”
To Them -the brothers’ most ruthless rivals. If Ashvik went there, he wasn’t coming back.
“Why?” Ashvik’s voice trembled. “My brothers… they’ll kill you if you do this.”
“Your brothers are too busy playing nursemaid to realize I’m taking their favorite punching-bag-turned-treasure,” Avery sneered. “They ignored you for years, Ashvik. They punished you for your mother’s death, beat you for existing. Why do you care if Ansh dies? He was the worst to you.”
Ashvik looked at Ansh. He remembered the bruises Ansh had given him in the locker rooms last year. But he also remembered last week, when Ansh had danced with him in his room like the world doesn’t exist. His brothers-Abhimanyu, Armaan, and Ansh-were trying to fix what they had broken. They were his family.
“I’m coming,” Ashvik said, his voice suddenly steady. “Give me the vial.”
Avery tossed it onto the rug. “Directly into the IV. I’ll be at the back gate in two minutes. If you aren’t there, I call them and tell them to send a hit squad while your brothers are distracted.”
Ashvik scrambled to the bed. With shaking hands, he injected the clear liquid into Ansh’s line. Almost instantly, Ansh’s breathing evened out. The grayish tint began to leave his skin.
Ashvik leaned down, whispering into his brother’s ear, “Live, Ansh-bhaiya. Please.”
Without looking back, the boy who had spent most of his life hiding in shadows ran toward the back gate.
***
Ten minutes later, Abhimanyu, the eldest and the most feared business tycoon in the city, walked into the room followed by Dante . They had been checking the perimeter, sensing a breach.
“Ansh?” Abhimanyu rushed to the bedside, seeing his younger brother stir. “He’s… he’s okay? The vitals are stabilizing.”
Abhimanyu’s sharp eyes scanned the room. He saw the empty vial on the floor. His heart plummeted. He knew his youngest brother had been poisoned, and he knew they hadn’t found the antidote yet.
“Where is Ashvik?” Dante’s voice was a low, terrifying growl.
“Bhaiya…” Ansh croaked, his eyes fluttering open. He grabbed Armaan’s hand. “Ashvik… he was here. He… he saved me. But he was crying. He said… he said he had to go so I could stay.”
The realization hit Abhimanyu like a physical blow. The guilt that had been eating at him for the years he spent punishing Ashvik flared into a white-hot protective rage.
“Dante , call the units,” Abhimanyu ordered, his eyes turning cold and lethal. “Check the CCTV. If anyone has touched a single hair on our little brother’s head, I don’t care if it’s the Petrov’s or the Devil himself-I will burn this city to the ground to bring him home.”
He looked at Ansh, who was weeping in his bed. They had spent years breaking Ashvik, only for the boy they treated as an outcast to sacrifice himself for the very person who bullied him.
“We let him down for fifteen years,” Abhimanyu whispered, loading his gilded pistol. “But we are not letting him go today.”
They both left the Place somehow without getting noticed as Avery has already hacked the hallway cameras ,
Avery handed over Ashvik to the man everyone was trying to save Ashvik from Allison Petrov …
He Instantly Ordered his mens to chain Ashvik to the Ceiling, regardless of his struggles ,
The guard did as told , no one was in the basement apart from Avery and Ashvik,
After few minutes that felt like Hours Allison came down,
Allison: Yeah ….isn’t it Ashvik Goenka…the family disgrace of Goenka’s…hmm?
Do you know who I am I am your only Uncle…. Allison Petrov..
The basement air was thick with the copper tang of blood and the suffocating heat of the boiler pipes. Ashvik hung from the ceiling, his slender wrists raw and bleeding where the iron manacles bit into his skin. His shirt had been discarded long ago, leaving his pale chest and back exposed to the damp, biting chill of the Petrov family’s darkest secrets.
Allison Petrov , his father’s brother, stood in the shadows, slowly peeling off his leather gloves. He looked at Ashvik not as a nephew, but as a living monument to a crime he could never forgive.
“Do you know why your brothers hated you for so long, Ashvik?” Allison’s voice was like sandpaper. “Because every time they looked at you, they saw the monster that was my brother.”
He chuckled darkly and continue
” They saw the man who forced himself on your mother. You aren’t a child to this family-you are a scar.”
“I… I didn’t choose…” Ashvik gasped, his lungs burning.
“Choice has nothing to do with it,” Allison snapped. He picked up a heavy, serrated blade from a velvet-lined tray. “My Step Father ruined my family’s honor. And since he is dead, you will pay his debt.”
The first movement was slow. Allison pressed the serrated edge against Ashvik’s shoulder and dragged it downward, not deep enough to kill, but deep enough to scream. Ashvik’s body jerked, a high-pitched cry breaking from his throat as the jagged teeth of the blade caught and tore his skin.
“Stop… please, Uncle…”
“Don’t call me that!” Petrov roared, backhanding him across the face with such force that Ashvik’s head snapped back, blood spraying from his split lip.
Allison signaled to a guard, who stepped forward with a heavy wooden plank. “Hold his legs.”
Ashvik Looked at Avery Helplessly feeling like he would die at any moment but she had a bored face or just smug , Almost like she was Loving all this ….
The guard pinned Ashvik’s dangling feet. Petrov took a heavy mallet. With a sickening *crack*, he struck the boy’s shin. Ashvik’s world turned white. The pain was an explosion, a blinding fire that radiated from his snapped bone up to his skull. He tried to curl into himself, but the chains held him taut, forcing him to endure every microsecond of the agony.
“Your brothers are coming for you,” Petrov whispered, leaning in so close Ashvik could smell the tobacco on his breath. “Abhimanyu, the great protector. Armaan, the enforcer. And Ansh… the one you saved.”
Petrov took a pair of heavy pliers. He grabbed Ashvik’s right hand, squeezing the fingers until the boy drifted toward unconsciousness, then slapped him awake.
“No, no. Stay with me, little monster. I want you to feel this.”
One by one, Petrov began to apply pressure to the nail beds, squeezing until the screams turned into hoarse, wet gurgles. Ashvik’s eyes rolled back, his body twitching in a rhythmic, traumatic shock. He wanted to beg, but his mind was fracturing. He thought of Ansh-he hoped the antidote had worked. He thought of his brothers’ faces and the way they had finally started to look at him with love instead of loathing.
*Maybe I deserve this,* a dark part of his mind whispered-the part his brothers had cultivated for years. *Maybe this is the price for being born.*
Allison wasn’t finished. He picked up a brand from a bed of hot coals-a searing iron rod. “They love you now, do they? Let’s see if they can still love you when you’re broken into pieces.”
He pressed the white-hot metal into Ashvik’s side. The sound of sizzling flesh filled the room, followed by a scream so primal it didn’t sound human. Ashvik’s body went rigid, his back arching in a violent spasm before he finally slumped, his chin hitting his bloody chest, his spirit flickering like a candle in a storm.
Petrov stepped back, looking at the mangled boy hanging before him. “Throw the salt water on him. Wake him up. We’re only on the first hour.”
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