Indian Chronicles Book III
My Husband, My Tyrant.
When Peace Becomes Suffocation.
Jahnvi Khanna has everything in her life, a supporting family, a high-paying job and a happy life at the age of 26. She wanted nothing but to get married to her best f...
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Yuvraaj's POV
"Sir, he is no more." I heard one of my men saying and smirked before he stepped aside and let me get in my dungeon, Keshav Bhatia is no more, he died because he couldn't handle the torture I poured on him.
That rapist deserved more though but he got away with an easy death.
It's been twenty days of his torture, twenty days of me refraining him from eating or drinking anything edible and instead I told my men to fed him his own flesh.
The state in-front of me made me want to throw up but it was satisfactory as well. My men had cut his left arm and fed it to him, and at last they cut his dick thrust it in his mouth but he just died, not able to take that amount of pain and torture.
Giving a once over, I walked out when my phone beeped with a text, "You all know what needs to be done." My men nods at me and I leave the place, taking my phone out of my pocket to see the text.
It was from a new number .
Whatever you are doing will come out! Start counting, Mr. Khurana or should I say Darkwind.
I squint my eyes reading the text, it was sent from a private number, who the fuck is it?
Calling my team, I told them to trace the number before I get in my mustang and drove to Khurana Mansion.
(YUVRAAJ KO GAALI DENE KE LIYE READY HOJAOOO)
Darkwind
Yes, I'm fucking Darkwind, Mrs. Jahnvi Yuvraaj Khurana's past, her fucking nightmare, and she won't know not until I tell her. I like that she is taking a refugee in me, that bastard Vikram Singhania almost tracked me.
