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The base.
" Hardik chal kya raha h ?? " Jassi asked as soon as he saw Hardik enter. 
" Where are they ?? " 
" Cell no. 32 " 
Hardik started to walk towards there. His face was covered with pure rage and it looked like Satan himself was walking. Many of his men got scared to see him looking so lethal. 
" Harry will you speak dimwit. " Jassi asked walking beside him. " Two out three were in jail for child abuse but the victims name was not mentioned. It was really hard to get them. " 
Hardik paused and gazed at Jasprit. " Do wanna know the victims name jas, " while the said man stared at him. " The child they abuse was my Ishu. My brother, my child the Ishan Pandya. I'll not spare them jas. " He screamed. 
" And the third one ?? " Jassi asked in whisper as the shock and anger travelled throughout his body.
" That bitch scared him, and tried to lay his hands on my child. " 
Jassi's eyes widened, and a dark glint flickered in his gaze as he absorbed Hardik's words. He clenched his fist, barely able to control his anger.
" Ishu, " Jassi whispered, shaking his head in disbelief. " No mercy. They'll wish they'd never laid their eyes on him. "
Hardik's jaw tightened as he nodded, his gaze fixed ahead. " They'll pay Jassi. I'll make sure every second of their life miserable from now on as hell. "
They reached cell no. 32. Two men and a woman were tied up, barely able to move, their eyes darting around in fear as Hardik and Jassi entered.
Hardik stepped forward, his voice low, menacing growl, " do you know you I am ?? Or why you are here ?? "
The woman swallowed, her voice shaky, " pl..ease leave..e us. Humne k..uch nhi kiya h. We are inn... "
Before she could finish, Hardik signalled one of his female guard, who delivered a really hard slap across her face. The sound echoed through the cell. 
Whatever the crime or mistake is, Hardik or Jassi never raised their hands on any female. 
" Tum logone mere bhai ko bohat tarsaaya h, bohat torture kiya h aur tumhein lagta h mai maaf kar dunga ?? Bewkuf dekhta hu kya. " Hardik's voice was dead icy cold, his anger almost palpable.
Jassi crossed his arms, glaring at the men. " Don't think you are any safer, we will make sure you see hell on earth before entering one. "
One of the men started pleading, desperation in his voice. " Please leave us, we didn't know he was related to yo- "
" Doesn't matter who he is related to, " Hardik roared, delievering a hard punch, " he was just a kid. An innocent kid, and you bastard motherfuckers destroyed his whole childhood. "
The captives cowered, ther voice trembling as they tried to speak, but Hardik cut them off, " do you have any idea about the scars you filt left in him ??? The haunting nightmares?? Everyday he has to relive them. You snatched away his peace, and instead gave him a trauma fir life. "
Hardik turned his back to the men, trying to calm himself for a moment. " You'll regret ever second you hurt him. Maut se bhi buri saza milegi lekin maut nhi dunga, that's the easy way out. "
The men shivered as Hardik turned back around, his voice eerily calm but no less menacing. " What you did to my child, each one of you will feel it with double force. "
One of them tried to crawl backward, " please spare us. W..we will d..o anythi..ng. "
Hardik raised an eyebrow, " anything?? "