Author's POV

Akshu's life was going smoothly even though some problem came in her way also. she was overcoming everything with Vishnu's help her trauma and fears are now becoming reduced She thought everything was over but no her biggest nightmare came true the thing which she feared that it shouldn't happen.

Akshu sat trembling in the corner of the dimly lit room. Her body ached from wounds near her head, elbows, and legs, each had a cruel vibe. Her hands were tied tightly behind her back, her legs also locked with chains, and her mouth taped shut, reducing her desperate cries to muffled whimpers. She hugged her knees to her chest by pulling it closer, tears streaming down her face as fear threatened to consume her.

The shadows in the room felt alive, creeping toward her, making her feel the terror. Her breaths came in shallow, uneven gasps. Every creak and groan of the old walls made her flinch.

Suddenly, the silence was broken by the slow creak of a door opening. Her heart stopped.

A tall figure stepped into the dim light, his shadow stretching dangerously across the room. His mere presence seemed to suck the air out of the space.

"Well, well," a deep, mocking voice heard. "Hey, sweetheart. Long time no see, huh?"

Akshu froze. That voice—it was unmistakable. Her chest tightened, and her heart pounded wildly. No. This isn’t real. It can’t be him. He was supposed to be gone. Forever.

Her muffled cries grew more as she struggled against the ropes, her mind racing. Her head was aching with disbelief and terror. Why is he here? How did he find me?

The man took slow, deliberate steps toward her, each thud of his boots echoing in her ears like a countdown to blast.

"You look like you’ve seen a ghost," he taunted, crouching down to meet her tearful eyes. His face came into view, illuminated just enough for her to see the smirk playing on his lips. His dark eyes gleamed with twisted amusement, and his gaze lingered on her from top to bottom in a way that made her feel disgusted and she wanted to hide herself from his gaze .

"Missed me?sweetheart." he sneered, his voice laced with cruel sarcasm.

Akshu whimpered, shaking her head violently. Her muffled cries turned to please as tears streamed down her cheeks.

"Aw, don’t be like that, i came all the way from there to here for you and you are being rude"he said, reaching out to brush a tear from her face. She recoiled as far as the ropes would allow, her body trembling and felt disgusting under his touch. "You didn’t think I’d forget about you, did you? After all we’ve been through?"

His smirk widened as he leaned in closer. "You should’ve known better sweetheart. I always finish what I start."

Akshu’s mind screamed in panic. No, no, no! Someone, please, help me! She twisted her wrists against the ropes, but they held firm, biting into her skin making it cut her skin and made bruises around her wrists.

"You’re still the same breathtaking beauty," he murmured, his fingers tracing the curve of her cheek. She flinched, disgust pooling in her stomach. His hand lingered for a moment before trailing down toward her neck.

Her muffled sobs grew louder as his touch made her feel exposed and powerless.

"You know, I’ve thought about this moment for a long time," he continued, his tone dripping with cruel satisfaction. "It’s funny how life brings people back together, isn’t it? Fate, you might say."

Akshu closed her eyes, desperately willing herself to wake up from this nightmare. God, please save me! I can’t do this again. Please, someone find me. Vishu, please... Come soon I need you.... please

Her breaths grew ragged, her vision swimming with tears and panic. The world tilted, and darkness closed in as her body gave up. Her head ached, she fell unconscious.

The man chuckled softly, his amusement chilling. "Good girl," he whispered, brushing a strand of hair from her face. "Rest up. You’re going to need it,cause i have got more plans for us."( he traced the hair strand from her face )

As he stood, his phone buzzed in his pocket. He pulled it out, his smirk deepening as he read the message on the screen.

"Looks like the night just got a little more interesting," he muttered, slipping the phone back into his pocket.

He glanced back at Akshu’s limp form, his dark eyes glinting with sadistic delight. "Don’t worry, sweetheart. This is far from over."

Pulling a knife from his belt, he twirled it casually, the blade catching the dim light. Without another word, he turned and walked out, leaving the door slightly ajar.

Outside, the faint crunch of approaching footsteps broke the silence.

The man paused just beyond the door, his figure swallowed by the shadows. A low chuckle escaped his lips, sending a chill through the still air.

What was he planning? Who is he?Who was coming? And why now?

The room fell silent again, save for Akshu’s shallow breaths, as the night seemed to hold its breath, teetering on the edge of something far worse.