ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

15 . who are you ? Mayura!

As we entered the dimly lit room, I could feel a sense of tension in the air. Rajveer was tied to a chair, his hands bound behind his back, his face twisted in a mixture of fear and anger. His body was covered in blood, and I could see the marks of torture on his skin.

I expected Mayura to be scared, to turn away in horror, but to my surprise, she walked straight towards him, her eyes fixed on his face. Her expression was calm, determined, and I could see a hint of anger in her eyes.

She stopped in front of him, her gaze never wavering, and spoke in a voice that was cold and detached. "Rajveer, you have caused me a lot of pain. You have hurt me and my loved ones. And now, it's time for you to pay the price."

Rajveer's eyes widened in fear, and he struggled against his restraints, but Mayura just stood there, unmoving. I could see the power and control radiating from her, and I knew that she was not the same innocent girl I had married.

I felt a sense of pride and admiration for her, knowing that she had found the strength to confront her tormentor. And as I looked at Rajveer, I knew that he was in for a reckoning. Mayura was not going to let him go unpunished, and I was going to make sure that she had the justice she deserved.

"Mayura, what do you want to do?" I asked, my voice firm and supportive.

"I want him to suffer," she replied, her voice cold and detached. "I want him to feel the same pain and fear that he inflicted on me."

I nodded, knowing that I would do everything in my power to make sure that she got the justice she deserved. And as I looked at Rajveer, I knew that he was in for a long and painful time.

As they stepped out into the cool evening air, Abhimaan turned to Mayura with a curious expression. "Who are you, Mayura?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.

Mayura smiled, a small, enigmatic smile. "There's a side of me that no one knows about, Abhimaan," she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Abhimaan's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense. "What do you mean?" he pressed, his curiosity piqued.

Mayura's eyes gleamed in the fading light. "I mean that I'm not just the innocent, shy girl you thought you knew," she said, her voice dripping with a quiet confidence. "I have a darker side, Abhimaan. A side that revels in power and control."

Abhimaan's expression was unreadable, but his eyes betrayed a hint of fascination. "Go on," he urged, his voice soft.

Mayura's smile grew wider, her eyes glinting with a mischievous light. "I've been waiting for a long time to unleash that side, Abhimaan," she said, her voice husky. "And today, I finally got the satisfaction I've been craving."

Abhimaan's eyes locked onto hers, his gaze piercing. "You enjoyed watching him suffer, didn't you?" he asked, his voice low and husky.

Mayura's nod was almost imperceptible, but Abhimaan caught it. His eyes flashed with a hint of surprise, but also a hint of admiration. "You're a complex woman, Mayura," he said, his voice full of wonder. "Full of secrets and surprises."

Mayura's laughter was low and throaty, sending a shiver down Abhimaan's spine. "You have no idea, Abhimaan," she said, her voice dripping with mystery. "I'm just getting started."

As they walked back to the car, Abhimaan's phone rang. He answered, and his father's voice boomed on the other end.

"Abhimaan, where's Mayura?" his father asked, his tone firm but concerned.

"She's with me, Papa," Abhimaan replied, his eyes never leaving Mayura's face.

"Good, put her on the phone," his father commanded.