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"please save me....no don't come near.. please...someone help"

it was raining heavily, the road was full in dark.

a girl 24 year old was running in her bare foot, yes she was none other then ishni.

four mens where running behind her "catch her dammit" one said, suddenly she

lost her foot and tumbled to the ground, her palms scraping against the wet surface.

the mans laughed echoed in the dark empty road.

"noo...plsss" ishni begged screming her lungs out

ishni

I woked up again with a nightmare. covered in sweat not for fear but for revenge,

I looked around four walls of my cell, I have memorized theses walls there are now familiar to me.

I have been here for 2 years, no family visits nothing,well why not because I killed my own husband.

i signed heavily and suddenly a voice came "ishu!!!!" i signed knowing very well of who is it,

she is Preethi my best friend or can i say my only family, she is the only person who often visits me,

she came closer to cell "why do you always visit me?" I asked, Preethi smiled "do you really think pushing people will make them leave specially me? nah!!

ishni why are you not fighting for yourself you know your not a criminal? why are you letting them to punish you like this" Preethi said her voice filled with concern and hurt.

"fight? Preethi i have already killed my husband thats what i wanted." I said with dry laugh, "ishu your not criminal you fought for your self and you need justice." Preethi said

"Preethi go from here i dont want to talk anything!! leave" ishni said with cold voice and sat in ground leaning against the cold wall of cell. Preethi signed looking at her with concern eyes and then went from there her heels echoed in the dimly light of cells until her heels sound dissappered.

one more day started in this dimly lit, with cold, iron bars stood starkly against the darkness. the walls seemed to close in, suffocating any sense of hope.

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the doors open and a figure strode in, excuding an aura of power and authority.

his presence commanded attention, and thr air seemed to be thicken with anticipation.

A tailored suit accentuated hsi board shoulders, his cold, calculated blue eyes scanned the room.

"king, he hasn't open his mouth yet." Vipul said the right hand and secretary. Rudra smirked and ordered his mens for torturing the men who was tied with rope.

they poured cold water on him,his voice echoed when this was not enough he was beaten by burning rod, every scream, every plea was extracted with calculated cruelty.

the mens body trembled,his voice hoarse from crying out,as they begged for mercy but mercy was not in rudras world.

"stop!!!!" Rudra said with stern voice and held the chin of that laying body "speak" Rudra said with dark aura and authority, the men trembled "pl...plea..for..forgive...i mader..mistake..i- a tight slap landed on his cheek "I HATE MISTAKES, kill him!!!!!" rudras cold voiced echoed in dimly lit room his words leaving with no room of argument.