HARRY’S POV

Everyone curses him. Not a single person I know stays quiet. Even my father is disgusted and mumbling something akin to 'you're a disgrace and a disgusting man' to this fucker I'm dragging.

But that isn't enough, is it? Just cursing him for what he did will never be enough. My poor innocent wife bled each time he put hands on her. It was all his fucking doing. She tried to kill herself. She almost fucking died.

I would've lost the love of my life because this raging cunt wanted to take revenge from a grown arse man by raping his innocent daughter. He stole my wife's childhood. I would have pitied him because he lost his parents early. His revenge would've been understandable if he took it from the right person.

But he didn't. Now I want revenge. I want justice for what he put my wife through and I'll fucking get it.

He tries to fight, thrashes around like a fish that's been pulled out of the water. But it's futile. It's all futile. I shove him in the trunk and close it on his face. He is tall enough to not fit inside properly but that's his problem.

I give one last look towards the door of our mansion. Aayat stands there with her hands behind her back. She watches me round the car and open my door. She doesn't blink an eye at the pounding coming from inside my trunk.

I press my fingers to my lips and send her a kiss. Something finally makes her smile today. She waves me a goodbye and I get in my car to drive this fucker to his end.

I would've truly enjoyed doing this on Palacian soil, since that is where I buried all my victims but I'll make do with what I can. I drag him out of the trunk and throw him down on the grass before he can make a sound.

He gets his bearings back and looks around with a frown. "You brought me here so you can kill me and bury me?!" I look around the cemetery then back at him. I brought him here because this is my family's private property. Us bougie people get our own personal cemetery.

"I'm not going to bury you here. My wife and I will be buried here someday and you're delusional if you think I'll let her rest in the same soil your corpse is rotting away in. You won't die here Akeeb. But you'll wish you were one of these dead people instead."

I walk towards him while he crawls away. "Did you enjoy it?" I ask. He stops and laughs. Lunatic. "I'm sure you know how good she feels." He says. "She's warm-" I punch him and dislocate his jaw. He grunts and spits blood onto the grass next to my grandfather's grave.

Well his ghost will haunt this cunt's ghost for tainting his grave.

I kick his chest until he falls flat and then stomp on his ribs. His bloodcurdling screams are music to me, especially when I remember each time he didn't let my darling make a sound of protest.

"Hurts, doesn't it?" I ask as I press my shoe to his cheek which is already bruising. "Not so strong anymore, now that I'm in charge. You know what's worse Akeeb? You don't regret it. She would've forgiven you if you did. I wouldn't have but she just wants to be free of you. I know she would've given anything to move on from a bloodsucking leech like you."

He grabs my leg with every inch of strength he has and pulls until I trip over his useless head. My head collides with my uncle's headstone. I see my blood before the pain registers. Black spots appear in my vision but it will be a cold day in hell if I get there before this predator.

I turn onto my back and look up at the sky. There is nothing there. No moon, no stars. Just dark clouds that show what my life has been. Just dark. And that's exactly what he made Aayat's life look like.

Sometimes I believe I was made to be this, this murderer, this vengeful bitter man so I can avenge not just my broken heart but my wife's ruined life. He stands up on wobbly feet, clutching his chest.

I'm sure the broken ribs hurt like a bitch. "You're fighting a futile fight." He whispers, picking up a rock from beside me and hitting me in the head with it. It makes everything blurry. "She is not worth it."

I grab his leg after throwing my hand around blindly. My pull isn't as strong but he is weak too. He falls onto his arse and grunts. "You'd never understand what she is worth. You could've had it all. She said she loved you. She would've been kind to you but you chose to ruin her life."

I sit up with great difficulty. My head hurts. But if I go down, I'll take him with me. I pull my knife out of my back pocket. It's a stunning silver piece my grandfather gave me when I turned twenty. It's been in my family for centuries.

But I'm sure it's seen the most blood in my hands. "I wanted to drag your misery out." I tell him. He is loosing consciousness and that's not fun for anyone. I slit his wrists the same way Aayat slit hers. The pain jolts him awake.

"You used these hands to touch her, didn't you?" I ask as I step onto his fingers, put my weight into it and crush them. Every time I see him, I just remember how he touched my wife without her consent and made her believe that every touch feels as filthy as his.

I grab the stone he hit me in the head with and smash it over his legs again and again until the skin is torn, his throat is sore from screaming and I see the broken bone poke out. Aayat told me whenever she tried to run away from him, he chased after her.

I break his legs so even his ghost can't follow my wife around. "Please! Please! I'm sorry! Stop!" I laugh. I can't help it. "Stop?" I question. "Did you just ask me to stop? You know what that means?" I feign surprise.

"I thought you didn't know since you never stopped when Aayat told you to."

"Inu wa-" I smash the rock onto his face to shut him up. Blood splatters everywhere but at least it's private property and can be cleaned out discreetly. "Don't you dare, say her name!" I yell in his bloodied face.

He doesn't respond. He looks dead but I'm sure he is only unconscious. My head hurts so much if I wasn't struggling with consciousness myself, I would've tortured his body way more before I do something final.

That's when it hits me. I broke his hands because he touched her with them. I broke his legs because he chased her with them. But there is more.

I don't want to touch his filthy dick so I pick up my handy dandy knife again and without a thought stab him where the sun doesn't shine. His body jerks and an almost inaudible grunt leaves his lips.

So the fucker is still alive.

I slap him once, then again and again. "Wake up." Slap. "Wale the fuck up." Slap. His eyes open up to slits and he gasps. Fucking finally.

"Now tell me. After what you did to her, and what I'm doing to you, did your revenge matter? Especially when you took it from a fucking child?!" He doesn't answer. His eyes are swollen and barely open, he is covered in blood and begging.

"Just kill me."

"Hurts, doesn't it?" I ask. He doesn't answer. "My wife didn't question what I'll do to you. All she asked was that I let you choose." I tell him. "She told me to give you a choice." His eyes open a tad bit wider in surprise.

"So tell me. How would you like to die?" I ask. "I can bury you now so you suffer and die suffocating in your coffin like you suffocated my wife in her own home. Or I can throw your body to wild dogs so they can claw at you and eat you slowly like how you ate at my wife's childhood.

I'm a man of my word Akeeb and I'm giving you a choice. So pick one."

Of course my wife told me to make him choose between his death or leaving her and her parents alone for good and never seeking them out again but this man will die. I will not let him breathe the same air as Aayat anymore.

I've killed rapists all my life. It would not be real justice if I can't kill the one who ruined my own wife's life.

"I-" he starts but is too weak to finish. "I guess I'll just choose for you then."

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AAYAT’S POV

I've had many sleepless nights in my life. The monster always crept into my bed when he thought I was asleep. When he thought he wouldn't have to tell me his nonsensical lies.

It's just another night. I'm not a child anymore but it's almost dawn and I haven't slept a wink. An arm curls around my waist but I don't jump. I'm not scared of the man in my bed this time. Even though he is covered in blood with blurred eyes.

"You're hurt." I say as I trace the wound on his head from a distance. I don't touch it, but my fingers whisper over the skin.

"And you're free." I pause and look at him. When Harry dragged Akeeb away, I knew he wouldn't survive. My husband looked murderous. And I'm happy for it. A weight has been lifted off my chest.

The fear of his return one day, the pain from his touch, the anger from not being able to do anything, is all gone. He hadn’t touched me in a while but it's now, that I'm truly free. He will never return. He can't. He doesn't exist anymore.

"Did he suffer?" I ask. My husband rakes his hand through my hair. We both face each other while lying on our side and the dawn behind him creates a halo around him. Harry is truly my god. I don't care what other people say.

"He did. I broke each and every bone in his body in my family's cemetery."

"Is he buried where you and I will be one day?" I ask. He smiles. "I'd never do that, darling. I drove him to the forest and threw him on the ground. I watched from afar as starving wild dogs tore him limb from limb. He will never rest in peace. But he will never haunt you."

I can't imagine the gruesome scene but I can acknowledge how much Harry has given me. "Mai tumse itna pyaar karti hu jitna tum soch bhi nhi sakte."

(You can't understand how much I love you.)

He looks confused for a second because he doesn't understand what I said but then he gives me a beautiful smile, slowly succumbing to his injuries and losing consciousness.

"I love you too darling. So much that I don't remember what life felt like before you."

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