ᴡᴇʟᴄᴏᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇᴠɪʟ'ꜱ ᴛʀᴀᴘ

Three hours later…

The abandoned building stood in the middle of nowhere, its broken windows letting the cold wind whistle through the empty halls.

Inside, a single dim light hung from the ceiling.

Sujata Swaraj sat chained to a metal chair in the center of the room. Her wrists were tied tightly with iron chains, the cold metal biting into her skin.

In front of her sat Vidhwan Sinha.

He leaned back lazily in his chair, a cigar resting between his fingers. Smoke curled slowly into the air as he tilted his head back, looking at the cracked ceiling above him.

One leg rested over the other, his foot swinging casually on his knee.

As if he had all the time in the world.

As if this entire situation was nothing more than entertainment.

He exhaled a cloud of smoke.

Then—

The distant sound of a car approaching echoed outside the building.

Vidhwan’s lips curved into a slow smirk.

He straightened his head and looked at Sujata.

"Seems like your parents love you very much."

Moments later, the old metal door slammed open.

Shravan and Shalini rushed inside.

The moment they saw their daughter tied to the chair, Shalini’s breath caught.

"Sujata!"

Vidhwan casually stood up, stretching his arms as if he had just woken from a nap.

He looked at Shravan with a bored expression and tapped his wristwatch.

"What, man?" he said lazily, almost like greeting an old friend. "I’ve been waiting for the last two hours."

He shook his head in mock disappointment.

"Who comes this late?"

Before another word could leave his mouth—

Shravan’s fist crashed into his face.

Vidhwan stumbled a step back.

His men immediately moved forward, surrounding the room.

But Vidhwan lifted his hand.

They stopped instantly.

A slow smile appeared on his face.

"Let him," he said calmly.

Shravan charged again.

The fight began.

Shravan grabbed Vidhwan by the collar and slammed him against a pillar. Vidhwan pushed him away, throwing a quick punch toward his ribs.

Shravan blocked it and struck back, the two men exchanging heavy blows as they struggled across the dusty floor.

Meanwhile, Vidhwan’s men stepped in, trying to overpower Shravan.

Shravan moved quickly, dodging one man’s attack and pushing another away. Years of discipline and strength showed in every movement.

On the other side of the room, Shalini slowly moved behind the guards, keeping low and silent.

Her eyes stayed fixed on Sujata.

"Don’t worry," she whispered to her daughter softly.

She reached for the chain lock, trying to open it quietly.

Just a little more…

But suddenly—

"Boss!"

One of Vidhwan’s men noticed her.

Shalini froze.

Bang!!!

The man shot her

Sujata struggled against the chains.

"Maa!"

Across the room, Shravan turned at the sound.

"Shalini!!"

That moment of distraction was all Vidhwan needed.

His expression changed instantly.

Cold.

Calculating.

He stepped back, wiping the blood from his lip.

Then he grabbed a metal rod lying nearby.

Shravan barely had time to react before Vidhwan struck him hard from behind.

Shravan fell to his knees, shocked by the sudden betrayal of the fight’s rules.

Vidhwan leaned down slightly beside him.

"You really thought," he whispered coldly, "I would play fair?"

Shravan tried to stand again, but the guards held him down.

Sujata struggled harder against the chains, panic flooding her chest.

"Leave him!"

But Vidhwan ignored her.

Bang!!!

Shravan's body lay lifeless beside his wife's dead body.

He walked slowly toward her, his shoes echoing across the empty hall.

Stopping in front of her, he looked down with cruel amusement.

Bang!!

The bullet pierced through Sujata's skull.

Then he suddenly turned toward the room, spreading his arms wide as if presenting a grand show.

His laughter echoed through the building.

Loud.

Dark.

Triumphant.

As if the entire world belonged to him.