𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞.

                                    

                                          

I hope you'll like the chapter ! Let's start the story without any more delay ❤️❤️



In a hidden chamber , the atmosphere is suffocating thick with the stench of blood and sweat. 
A man is chained to the wall,his limbs secure by unyielding metallic rods.
The darkness is absolute, offering no respite or hope.The silence is so profound it feels oppressive broken only by the faint irregular breaths of the man. It was full of darkness . 
His face is grotesque mask of swelling and bruises,the red and purple marks stark against his pale skin, evidence of unrelenting violence. 
His cloth hang in tatters shredded by savage beatings with a thick rod revealing raw,bruised flesh beneath. His body is limp,head lolling to the side unconscious and mercifully unaware of his torment for now.
In no time, all the lights of the chamber flickered on, illuminating the room in a harsh, unyielding glare. The echo of boots striking the concrete floor grew louder, each step reverberating off the walls. 
The person halted in front of the hanging man, with two imposing bodyguards flanking him. With a subtle nod from the man in charge, one of the bodyguards threw a bucket of chilling cold water into the captive's face, shocking him awake.
The man immediately woke up, gasping for breath, as the icy water jolted him awake. His hair clung to his forehead, water droplets cascading down his face. His eyes, wide with fear, locked onto the figure before him.
The person smiled, a slow, cruel curl of the lips, savoring the sight. This was exactly what he wanted to see: pure, unadulterated fear.
"Enjoying our service, hmm?" the man asked with a calm voice.
"Why... why are you doing this?" His voice cracked painfully.
"Because you touched someone who is mine... only mine." The firm voice echoed through the room.
He looked at him, confused. He couldn't understand what the man was talking about.
"You dare to hurt my girl, Titli !" His eyes darkened with rage at the thought of what he had been done. He wouldn't let him go so easily. The intensity of his anger filled the room, creating a palpable tension that made it hard to breathe.
By now, you must have guessed who this person is, right, readers? 🙃
The moment he heard the name, he froze in his spot, a chill running down his spine. His mind raced, trying to piece together the connection.
"Who are you? How do you know about Titli?" he asked, his face a mask of shock. Desperation tinged his voice as he struggled to free his hands, the restraints cutting into his wrists.
The man laughed at his words, a cold, mocking sound that echoed in the silent room. What a funny joke! His laughter only deepened the confusion and fear in the other's eyes.
"Is it really important to know who I am, Ajay ?" He wrapped his  arms across his chest,his gaze cold and unyielding . His calm demeanor only heightened the terror in the room.
 The shirt clung to his broad shoulders and chest. His lean, toned abs peeked out from beneath the fabric, and combined with his confident stance and piercing gaze, he looked devilishly handsome.
"What is your connection with her? She is my girlfr-" Ajay's sentence was abruptly cut off by a scream of pain that erupted from deep within him.
The man pulled out the nail from Ajay's forefinger with brutal force,silencing him immediately. Blood dripped from the wound ,and Ajay's face contorted in agony ,his breath coming in ragged gasps.