The enforcer continued his brutal assault, Naziya's screams echoing through the room. Javed felt a surge of hatred, a desire to rip Sundar Nath's throat out with his bare hands. But he had no energy to fight with Sundar Nath.
The enforcer, a burly man with a cruel smirk, gripped Naziya's hips tightly as he thrust into her. Her body shuddered with each brutal intrusion, tears streaming down her face. She screamed again and again, her voice raw and hoarse, begging for mercy that never came.
"Please," she sobbed, trying to crawl away. "Stop, please stop!"
But the enforcer only laughed, his hips slamming into hers with increasing force. Javed could see the blood trickling down Naziya's thighs, could hear the wet, obscene sounds of the rape filling the room.
"Fucking bitch," the enforcer grunted, his face twisted in a mixture of pleasure and cruelty. "Tight cunt for an old lady. I'm gonna fill you up, whore."
Naziya screamed again, her body convulsing as another wave of pain washed over her.
Javed Ali watched, helpless and horrified, as the enforcer continued to violate his wife.
Naziya's screams grew weaker, her body limp and unresisting. The enforcer, sensing her submission, only fucked her harder, his cock pistoning in and out of her bloodied pussy.
"You're enjoying this, aren't you, Naziya?" Sundar Nath taunted, circling the bed like a predator. "Your husband's pain is your pleasure. You're a whore, just like the rest of them."
Suddenly, Naziya's eyes rolled back, and she went completely still. The enforcer grunted, his hips jerking as he emptied his seed into her lifeless body. He pulled out a trickle of blood and semen leaking from her gaping hole.
"No," Javed whispered, his heart pounding in his chest. "Naziya... Naziya!"
He struggled against his bonds, desperate to reach his wife.
"Last chance, Javed Ali," Sundar Nath growled, his hand tightening around the whip. "Tell me where Dev came from, or I'll make your wife scream for mercy."
"Please," Javed begged, his voice breaking. "I'll tell you. Just make it stop."
"I found Dev inside his house, when it was burning. He was the son of Raghunath."
Hearing it, Sundar Nath became a little shocked. Because he has heard the tale of Raghunath.
How single-handedly he has brought down many men of Ashram. Even the local MLA Brijbhushan was not spared.
If he has given a little more time, maybe he has torn away the Ashram himself. Even before dying, he killed a few people.
And hearing Dev was his son, he became a little panicked.
But he calmed himself, and smirked cruelly, enjoying Javed's anguish. "It is too late Javed, it is too late."
He gestured to his men, and one by one, they stepped forward to take their turn with Naziya's unconscious body. Javed watched in horror, his screams echoing through the room as each man violated his wife, using her like a ragdoll.
"Stop!" Javed cried out, his voice hoarse and broken. "Please, God, stop!"
But his pleas fell on deaf ears. The men laughed, passing Naziya back and forth, their cocks slamming into her battered holes. Blood and semen coated her legs, her belly swollen with the cum of her rapists.
As the last man finished with Naziya, Sundar Nath approached Javed, a twisted smile on his face.
"You see what happens when you defy the Swami," he said, gripping Javed's chin painfully. "This could have been avoided if you had simply told us what we wanted to know before."
He released Javed, turning to leave. "Bring the girl," he ordered his men. "It's time she learned the consequences of her father's disobedience."
Javed's heart stopped as he realized what Sundar Nath intended. "No!" he shouted, straining against his bonds. "Leave her out of this! She's innocent!"
But Sundar Nath only laughed, the sound echoing through the room like the crack of a whip. "Innocence is a commodity, Javed Ali," he said, his eyes glinting with cruel amusement. "And it has a price."
Sundar Nath's men dragged Aamira out of the storeroom, her eyes wide with terror. She struggled against them, but they were too strong. Javed watched, his heart breaking as his daughter was forced to her knees beside her mother's battered body.
"Please," Javed begged, his voice barely a whisper. "Don't hurt her. She's just a child."
Sundar Nath sneered, his hand reaching out to grab Aamira's chin. "A child who will soon learn the ways of the Swami," he said, forcing her to look at him. "She will be trained, molded, broken. And when she is old enough, she will serve the Ashram in ways you cannot imagine."
Aamira trembled, tears streaming down her face as she looked at her father. "Papa," she whimpered. "Help me."
Javed's heart shattered, his soul screaming in anguish.
Sundar Nath's hands moved to Aamira's clothes, slowly tearing them away. The fabric ripped easily under his strength, exposing her young, innocent body to the leering gazes of the men. Aamira sobbed, trying to cover herself, but Sundar Nath grabbed her wrists, holding them above her head.
"You see, Javed Ali," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Your daughter will learn the pleasures of serving the Swami. And you will watch, helpless, as her innocence is stripped away."
He positioned himself between Aamira's legs, his hand guiding his cock to her virgin entrance. Aamira screamed, struggling against his grip, but Sundar Nath only laughed.
"No," Javed cried out, his voice hoarse and broken. "Please, not my daughter. Anything but this."
But his pleas fell on deaf ears.
Just as Sundar Nath was about to push his cock into Aamira's virgin entrance, her eyes squeezing shut in anticipation of the pain, everything went still. She felt a sudden warmth on her face, and when she opened her eyes, she saw Sundar Nath's headless body collapsing beside her.
Blood sprayed across her face and chest, and for a moment, Aamira could only stare in shock. Then, she saw Dev, standing behind Sundar Nath's corpse.
His eyes blazed brighter than fire. In his hand, a swirling aura of fire was still there—the Agnichakra, circling him like a flaming halo.
"You shouldn't have touched them," Dev said, looking towards the headless corpse of Sundar Nath.
Dev raised his hand and murmured the Sanskrit mantra.
"Agni astra prajvalitam, papa vinashanam!"
("The fire is summoned, to destroy the wicked!")
The Agnichakra ignited.
A jet of divine flame shot forward—a fire of judgment. It struck Sundar Nath headless corpse, engulfing him in a burning fire, which scorched his flesh and turned into ashes.
Dev's eyes were cold and hard as he surveyed the scene, taking in the raped Naziya, the terrified Aamira. His gaze fell on Javed, and for a moment, his expression softened.
The others tried to flee—but Dev moved like a shadow.
One by one, he struck them down. The ones who raped Naziya brutally, he paid with shattered limbs and scorched skin. The ones who laughed while Javed cried were silenced forever.
When it was over, only the wounded and the innocent remained.
Dev rushed to Aamira and gently wrapped her in a shawl, whispering, "You're safe now."
Then he moved to Javed, breaking his chains. "Uncle… I came."
"Dev!" Javed cried out, relief flooding through him. "You came. But it was too late."
He crawled over to his wife. He knelt beside her, placing two fingers gently on her neck.
No pulse.
Her bruised, battered face had gone, the blood on her thighs, and cum on her stomach was still there, but all the pain had finally left her body.
Cradling her in his arms. His own wounds bleed fresh, but he didn't seem to feel them. He whispered something into Naziya's ear, too soft for Dev to hear. Then he kissed her forehead.
"I promised her we'd live to see peace," Javed said, turning to Dev. "But I lied."
Dev's throat tightened. His fists clenched, seeing all of this.
He moved closer, eyes filled with grief. "Uncle, I'll get justice for both of you. I swear it."
Javed gave him a tired smile. His hand reached for the small kitchen knife lying on the floor.
Dev noticed. "No—please—"
Javed shook his head slowly. "She was my world, beta. I won't leave her alone, not again."
He looked to Aamira, who sat trembling in the corner, eyes wide and silent in shock.
"Take care of her," Javed said, his voice calm now. "She's all I have left in this world. And now… she's yours."
Before Dev could stop him, the blade slashed clean across Javed's throat.
A gasp.
A stuttered breath.
And silence.
His body fell beside Naziya's, his fingers brushing hers—as if even in death, he found her again.
Dev stood frozen, the full weight of the loss crashing down. Rage, guilt, sorrow—they surged inside him like a tidal wave.
He turned toward Aamira, who hadn't spoken a word, still clutching her knees, watching her world collapse.
Dev walked to her slowly and knelt.
"I'm here," he said gently. "I promised you… I'd protect you."
And in that moment, surrounded by ash and blood, he promised to himself.
Swami Vairagyanand would fall.
No matter how long it took.