Power Of Blood: Darkness Never Leaves 60 Revenge Part 2

They all stared at Yash awkwardly and stepped away as well. Such a handsome and good looking man, but what a waste. They thought. No one could imagine someone that strong amd manly could suffer from this. There was an awkward silence till the brothers left after returning the book. Yash saw Visha standing near the door giggling and trying really hard to conceal it. She looked so beautiful while laughing. Yash thought. He stood there utterly mesmerised by her beauty. If humiliating him makes her so happy, then he was ready to go through this awkwardness every second of every day. His heart ached seeing her standing so far away. He just wanted to rush and pull her in his embrace, but he couldn't. She still despised him. He had never felt so helpless as he did now. Yash sighed as he thought of the long road ahead to appease the 'Madam'. Just then Visha felt a gaze upon her and looked up to see Yash staring at her. Seeing this, her lips curved upwards into a smug provocative smile. She knew that by now Yash had already figured out that she was the one behind this, so there was no point in hiding. She saw Yash smile back at her with his eyebrow raised, as if questioning her intentions. Was this guy suffering from a short term memory loss? Did he really forget the humiliation he brought upon her? Yash's negligence made Visha's blood boil as she squinted her eyes and stared back with a murderous intent. He casually headed towards her with an amused smile and Vir followed awkwardly as well. His Master had just been publicly humiliated and that too by the Madam. He was very well aware of his Master's temper, it was like a sleeping tiger that must not be poked. Visha saw them getting near as she scoffed at them.

"An eye for an eye" she said. If he wanted to act like he didn't remember then this would definitely make him understand. She 'humphed' loudly and turned holding Dhira's hand. Suddenly, she felt a sudden chill up her spine as someone's chin rested on her shoulder. His warm breath on the base of her neck made a tingling sensation. She turned to see Yash smiling at her. His face right next to hers. He was too close! Her heart started beating faster like it did when she saw him for the first time in the cafeteria that day. She tried to calm herself down afraid he would hear her loud heart racing as she could clearly hear it herself.

"I can't believe you started a rumor to keep other women away from me. You want to hog me up for yourself? How selfish!" he said with a smirk and slightly pressed her earlobe with his lips. Visha immediately shrugged him off and he chuckled seeing her fl.u.s.tered. Her heart was loudly banging against her chest as heat flushed to her cheeks and ears. She glared at him one more time before walking out. Dhira didn't say a word as she could feel that Visha felt quite embarra.s.sed. She had brought Dhira to watch a show and clearly ended up giving Yash a chance to flirt with her. Visha touched her earlobe gently, as she could still feel the sensation on her ear where he had nibbled at. Wasn't he supposed to be the Cold King? Why was he flirting around with her, out in the open, then?

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Vikram woke up with his vision blurry and his head hurting as if it had been banged against a wall. He blinked his eyes continuously till his vision got better and saw a very familiar room. This was Davar's safe house he was brought to last time. A fear crept in as he desperately tried to get away and discovered his limbs tied to a chair.

Seeing that their prisoner was awake, Davar felt relieved. He had worried all night long that his men might have been too rough with him. If he had accidentally killed him that easily, Dhira would have skinned him alive.

"Morning, sunshine." he chirped up with a smile. If he wasn't tied up Vikram would have jumped up in fear. He was too afraid of Davar, and now he was here again! He remembered asking Visha to meet up and she had even agreed. He was happily waiting for her to show up when a black van entered the underground parking. After that, he couldn't remember anything.

"Why am I here again?" his voice was evident of the crippling fear inside him.

"Because I missed you." Davar said as he grit his teeth. If it wasn't for this idiot handing him a girl who was a Bhairavi, he might not have ended up on their radar. He was just a small timer who would have been ignored for a long time. In his rage however, he forgot that he was already attacked and was left to die. If they hadn't seen Visha's picture, he would have been burnt alive in h.e.l.lfire. He was blinded by his rage and the humiliation he had faced. His safe house was almost burnt to the ground, a lot of his men were ruthlessly killed and he himself had almost died! He wanted to vent that anger somewhere and Vikram was the perfect punching bag.

Davar went to him and stared in his eyes that had already teared up. Vikram had started begging to spare him saying he'd do anything. He'd even bring the 'b***h' by her hair if he had to. With the mention of Visha's name, Davar's face turned even uglier. He held up Vikram's chin abruptly and pulled out his tongue. Vikram started shaking his head as tears flowed down his cheeks. Davar's men saw this and rushed to hold him. His grunts got louder and his eyes widened as he saw the knife in Davar's hand slowly making its way towards him. He desperately tried to jerk his head from their tight grips as he could see Davar's rage increasing every second. He looked like a mad man. Vikram let out a loud m.u.f.fled scream as he felt a sharp pain on his tongue. He spat out a mouth full of blood and opened his eyes to see a piece of flesh in Davar's hands with blood dripping from it. His eyes widened as he felt an emptiness in his mouth. That was his tongue!