The air in the room was thick with the scent of sweat and cheap cologne.

Inside the dimly lit chamber, the rhythm of carnal violence was broken only by sharp moans and the wet sound of skin hitting skin.

Jack was relentless, his movements feral as he drove into the woman beneath him.

"Ah… faster… Jack… Aah… yeah!" With every brutal thrust, the girl cried out his name, her voice echoing against the cold walls.

"You," *thrust*, "are," *thrust*, "a," *thrust*, "whore," *thrust*, "for," *thrust*, "a," *thrust*, "reason," *thrust*, "baby," *thrust*," Jack grunted, his voice a low growl of dominance.

As he reached his peak, he collapsed over her, pinning her neck with one hand while his other crushed her breast.

He remained buried inside her, a sneer playing on his lips. Without warning, he gripped her waist with both hands, restarting the friction with a newfound, vigorous cruelty.

"Aah.. I'm coming fast.. Aah!" the woman gasped, her eyes rolling back.

"Tell me where is she," Jack demanded, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.

"Right back of you." A woman's shrill voice came from behind him.

The moment the words left the woman's lips, a cool, melodic voice cut through the darkness from behind him. The sound was like a blade sliding over silk. Jack froze.

He reached for the switch, flooding the room with harsh, fluorescent light.

A woman with sharp facial features sat on the sofa without any experience, one leg elegantly crossed over the other.

She looked entirely bored, swirling a glass of deep red wine as she watched the pathetic display before her.

"Woah... Adhya Rathor is here," Jack sneered, his ego outstripping his common sense. He didn't pull away from the woman; instead, he flaunted himself.

"Do you also want my dick just like your ex-secretary? See, my dick is not satisfied yet. If you want, then I can give you also a pleasurable experience. What say?"

He began to swagger toward her, his nakedness a pathetic attempt at intimidation. He didn't get far. The door was kicked off its hinges with a deafening crash.

Two shadows lunged into the room—Robin and Peter—slamming Jack against the wall before he could draw another breath.

"Robin, Peter, how many guards are present outside?" Adhya asked, her voice devoid of any emotion.

"Ma'am, we are forty people," Robin replied, his grip tightening on Jack’s throat.

"Hmmmm. Leave this bastard," she commanded, her eyes shifting to the trembling woman on the bed.

"Take that girl and you all have fun. Today, I am telling you all... she loves having sex with multiple men. Today, you all will fulfill her hobby. Have fun with this slut."

She pointed toward Rosy, whose body was now shaking with a primal terror. Adhya’s lips curled into a cold, predatory smile. “And yes, be gentle,” she added sarcastically.

The guards understood the command perfectly. They threw Jack to the floor like a piece of trash. Robin grabbed Rosy by her hair, her screams piercing the room as he dragged her out into the hallway.

Jack began to sweat, the reality of his situation finally sinking in as the door clicked shut, leaving him alone with the Queen of the underworld.

Adhya didn't waste time.

She lunged forward, grabbing Jack by the throat and lifting him with surprising strength. She delivered a bone-shattering punch to his mouth, spraying blood and teeth across the floor.

Before he could recover, she struck his neck, sending him collapsing to the ground. She reached for the heavy leather hunter whip lying on the coffee table.

The room soon filled with the rhythmic crack of the whip against flesh.

Down the hall, Rosy was learning the price of betrayal.

A guard slammed her head into a mirror, the glass shattering into a thousand jagged diamonds. Her screams joined Jack’s in a horrific symphony, but the sound fell on deaf ears. Adhya was a woman possessed by a cold, calculated rage.

Adhya tossed the whip aside and drew a serrated knife from her waistband. She held the blade over a flickering candle, watching the steel turn a lethal, glowing orange.

“His hunger never ends,” she whispered, her voice chillingly calm. She pressed the white-hot metal directly onto his groin.

"No, no! Leave me! I will never make such a mistake again! Don't kill me!" Jack shrieked, sobbing and begging at her feet.

“You won't be able to do that anyway, because you won't be alive to make the mistake again.”

In one swift, blurred motion, she brought the knife down, severing his manhood. Before his scream could tear through his throat, she jammed a heavy paperweight into his mouth, muffling the sound into a pathetic gurgle.

The door opened. Robin and Peter entered, carrying the tools for the finale: two large bags of industrial salt and a bucket of steaming, boiling water. Adhya retreated to the sofa, reclaiming her wine.

Robin tore open the bags, pouring the salt directly onto Jack’s raw, bleeding wounds. Jack writhed like a dying animal, the salt burning through his nervous system.

Adhya and her men watched, laughing at the sight. To finish it, Peter stirred a handful of red chili powder into the boiling bucket and drenched the man in the caustic mixture. Jack’s body gave a final, violent jerk before he slumped into unconsciousness.

They walked out to find Rosy. She was a broken shell. Her face was a mask of bruises, her skin charred by hot iron marks. Two paperweights had been brutally forced into her, and the scent of burnt oil clung to her skin where she had been scalded.

As they walked away from the house, the night air was still. Then, with a flick of a remote—

Peep. Peep. Peep.

BOOM..

With that the house vanished in a fireball of orange and red. Adhya watched the embers dance in the wind. “In childhood, my grandmother taught me that we should not play with fire... someday it will burn you to ashes.”

8 Hours Earlier

"Hmm, so tell me kids. What is the most important thing to win any war?" Adhya asked, her voice soft and maternal.

"Weapon!" one boy shouted.

"No, money!" another countered.

"Wrong," Adhya smiled. "The most important thing to win any battle is courage."

“Who is this courage, Adhya Didi?” asked Khushi, a tiny five-year-old with wide, innocent eyes.

Adhya pulled the girl into her lap.

"Children, courage is a feeling which gives us the strength to fight every situation. Whenever we feel that we are going to lose, our soul gives us the courage to fight. You all read the story of Abhimanyu that I told you yesterday, right?"

The children nod in unison. Adhya’s smile was genuine here. She dismissed them to play chess, keeping Khushi close as she toured the orphanage.

In the sports area, some children practiced basketball and boxing; in the halls, the sounds of music and the smell of paint filled the air. These were her children—the elite, the brave, and the talented.

She returned to her office where Rosy her assistant was waiting with a clipboard.

Adhya handed Khushi chocolate which she quickly took because she wouldn't let her eat too much chocolate.

“Ma'am, this is a list of some girls who have to get vaccinated,” Rosy said, handing over a list of names.

"Okay. Take all of them, and take this little devil too. She turned six today," Adhya teased, pinching Khushi’s cheeks.

"When you come back, we will celebrate your birthday. Now go with her."

As Khushi followed Rosy out, Adhya called out one last instruction.

"Rosy, I am going to New York for some work. I will return by evening. Take Mahira and Nick along with you; otherwise, you will not be able to handle all the children alone."

"Yes, madam," Rosy replied.

Two hours later, inside the transport van, Rosy distributed cake to the children. One by one, they began to drift into an unnatural, drugged sleep. But Nick didn't eat. He had noticed the way Rosy acted, he never liked rosy he always got a negative aura from her.

And because Mahira was allergic to strawberries, he had stopped her from touching the cake too.

Mahira fell asleep, but Nick stayed sharp. When the van pulled up to a secluded, crumbling cottage, Nick saw a doctor and several staff members waiting.

Rosy stepped out of the van, Nick slipped out of the back, a shadow in the trees, following her into the mouth of the lion’s den.

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