Thakur's possession

Chapter 57.1

Content warning :-This chapter contains mature content and scenes of torture, so everyone might not be comfortable with it. Please proceed only if you are comfortable.

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Chavi desperately clawed at the iron grip tightening around her waist, her muffled screams completely swallowed by the terrifying stranger's palm.

The bright, safe lounge where Amrita and Akshita sat was slipping further out of sight as she was dragged deeper into the unlit corridor. Every instinct in her body screamed to fight back.

He dragged her straight into the corner changing room, Chavi's heart leaping right into her throat as sheer panic overtook her.

She fought with every ounce of her strength, her fingernails frantically scratching at his skin, yet the mysterious attacker didn't utter a single word to quiet her.

Strangely, despite the unyielding hold over her mouth, his grip was adjusted in a way that caused her no physical pain at all, it simply ensured that not a single sound could escape her lips.

He pulled her completely inside the narrow changing room and kicked the door shut with his foot, finally lowering her back down onto the floor.

She spun around instantly to face her captor, her eyes wide, only to realize that the terrifying stranger was none other than Kush.

A sudden wave of furious anger washed over her, and in the very next second, she swung her hand and landed a resounding slap right across his face.

Right after the blow landed, she threw her arms around his neck, burying herself against him.

"Thank God it was you, thank God."

She whispered breathlessly, holding him with an incredible force, her hands locked tightly behind his neck as she squeezed him as hard as she could.

Kush stood there completely frozen in absolute shock, his mind blank as he tried to process the whiplash of what had just happened to him.

Sensing his stillness, she pulled her head back slightly from his neck, glaring at him with watery eyes.

"Why aren't you hugging me?"

Jolted out of his dazed state by her words, he blinked rapidly, his expression softening instantly.

"h-ha"

He stammered softly, finally sliding his strong arms securely around her waist and pulling her flush against his chest, locking her into a tight, protective embrace.

Kush looked down at her, frightened and nervous  he asked her softly.

"What happened?"

Chavi just glared at him intensely, her eyes drilling holes into his face as she snapped back at his cluelessness.

"What happened? You don't know? My heart had literally leapt into my throat!"

He looked down at her, his heart twisting painfully at the sight of her distress.

The guilt was suffocating, replacing all his previous mischief with pure anxiety.

He brought his hands up, his large, calloused palms framing her face with extreme gentleness. With the pad of his thumb, he carefully wiped away a fresh, stray tear that had just gathered at the corner of her eye, his touch light as a feather.

"sorry"

His voice was barely a whisper, thick with an emotion that bordered on desperation. He hated himself for being the reason behind those tears.

"Please, don't cry"

Chavi looked up at his worried face, her heart softening . She placed her small hand over his, giving it a gentle, reassuring squeeze.

"It's okay."

Just as the tense air between them began to clear, a sharp, sudden knock rattled against the door.

Chavi stiffened instantly, her eyes widening in sheer panic. The heavy wooden door felt like a fragile barrier between them and the outside world.

From just outside the cubicle, Akshita’s clear, searching voice come

"chavi tu andar hai kya ?" (Chavi, are you inside?)

The sudden realization of their situation hit Chavi all at once. She turned to Kush, her voice dropping to a frantic, breathless whisper as she clutched his arm.

"ab kya kare?" (What do we do now?)

Kush, however, looked completely unfazed by the sudden interruption. He raised an eyebrow, a hint of his usual carefree charm slipping back into his eyes as he looked down at her panicked expression. He reached for the door handle casually.

"kya kare matlab chalo bhar chalte hai" (What do you mean what do we do? Come on, let's go outside.)

Chavi’s hand shot out immediately, grabbing his wrist and pulling him back with surprising force. Her head shook wildly in disapproval.

"nhi" (No!)

She glared at him, her voice a sharp, hushed hiss as she tried to make him understand the gravity of the situation.

"aise jayenge toh acha nhi lagega" (Going out like this won't look good.)

Kush let out a soft, amused chuckle, genuinely puzzled by her modesty and fear of being seen together. He leaned in slightly, his tone laced with a mixture of amusement and stubborn pride.

"acha nhi lagega matlab ... hum dono pati patni hai" (What do you mean it won't look good? The two of us are husband and wife.)

Chavi shot him a fierce, warning glares that instantly silenced his playful protests.

She didn't have time to argue about their marital rights when akshita was standing right outside the door. She grabbed his arm and forcefully shoved him toward the narrow space hidden directly behind the opening door.

"tum chup raho" (You keep quiet.)

She pointed commandingly toward the corner, gesturing for him to squeeze his tall frame into the shadows so he would be completely hidden from view the moment the door swung inward.

She opened the door slightly, trying to block the view inside as she faced akshita. Her heart was beating so loudly against her ribs that she was certain Akshita could hear it.

"bhai Tu kha gayab thi" (Where did you disappear to?)

Akshita asked, her eyebrows raised in  curiosity as she looked at her. Chavi swallowed hard, offering a strained, nervous smile as she tried to sound casual.

"yaar , s-something had fallen on my clothes, I just came in here to check that.

"oh"

Akshita nodded, but her sharp eyes quickly began to study Chavi’s face. Despite Chavi trying to act normal, Akshita immediately noticed her flushed, crimson cheeks and the dishevelled hair falling out of place around her face. She reached out, gently touching Chavi's shoulder as her concern deepened.

"yai tujhe itne pasine kyu aye hue hai sab thik hai na" (Why are you sweating so much? Is everything alright?)

"ha ha sab thik hai tu tension mat le" (Yes, yes, everything is fine, you don't worry.)

Chavi stammered quickly, waving her hand dismissively to shrug it off.

Right at that exact second, Kush shifted his weight slightly behind the door to ease his cramped posture. His heavy boot caught the edge of a plastic hanger on the floor, causing it to snap and rattle loudly against the baseboard. The sound echoed sharply in the small room.

Akshita froze, her eyes instantly darting toward the dark space behind the door.

"oye yai awaz kaisi hai" (Hey, what is that noise?)

Chavi’s breath hitched in her throat, her face turning a shade paler as she blurted out the first thing that came to her panicked mind.

"p-pta nhi koi chuha hoga shayad" (I-I don't know, maybe it's a mouse.)

Akshita's expressions changed to disgust,

"la mai bhaga deti hu use" (Let me shoo it away.)

"a-are koi jarurat nhi hai" (O-Oh, there is absolutely no need!)

Chavi cried out in pure panic, physically stepping into Akshita's path to block her from moving any closer to Kush's hiding spot.

Her reaction was so sudden that Akshita stopped, looking a bit surprised by her intense reluctance. After a brief pause, Akshita let out a soft sigh, deciding not to push her any further.

"thik hai" (Alright.)

She held up a heavy bundle of beautiful, colorful outfits she had been carrying over her arm and thrust them gently into Chavi's hands, overloading her arms with the soft fabrics.

"tu inhe fatafat se try kar mai tere liye or dhund kar lati hu or ha joh pasand aye unhe alag kar lena thik" (You try these on quickly, I will go find some more options for you. And yes, keep the ones you like separate, okay?)

Chavi nodded rapidly, holding the dresses tightly against her chest like a shield. Akshita gave her one last reassuring smile before turning around and walking back out into the main boutique area.

The heavy wooden door swung shut   with a quiet click. Before Chavi could even draw a breath of relief, Kush stepped out from the shadows behind the door.

His large hands caught her by the waist, pulling her backward into his chest before turning her around and firmly pinning her back against the smooth wall of the changing room.

The thick bundle of dresses she held was pressed between them, acting as a soft barrier.

He leaned down, his voice a low, teasing murmur against her skin.

"jhuth bolne kai badi mahir ho gyi hai aap" (You have become a great expert at lying.)

Chavi looked right into his eyes, her initial panic melting away into a defiant, playful pout. She raised her chin slightly, refusing to back down.

"tumse hi sikha hai" (I have learned it from you only.)

A slow, dangerously charming smirk spread across Kush's face at her quick retort.

Without warning, he took the heavy pile of dresses from her arms and tossed them onto the side bench. In one swift, fluid motion, he spun her around so her back was now facing him, pinning her firmly against the wall once more.

He crowded her space from behind, his large frame completely enveloping hers, making her acutely aware of his strength and presence.

The playful teasing evaporated, replaced by an intense, quiet gravity. He reached down and gently took hold of her hand—the very hand he had twisted too hard earlier today morning .

He lifted it slowly, guiding it behind her back. His grip was entirely different this time; it was incredibly soft, cautious, and deliberate, mimicking the romantic gesture she had wanted to see, yet executed with the utmost care.

He leaned in close to her ear, his warm breath fanning across her neck, sending a quiet shiver down her spine.

"hath mai dard hai" (Is there pain in your hand?)

Chavi shook her head gently against the wall, her throat suddenly dry.

"nhi" (No.)

Kush slowly rested his chin on her soft shoulder, his eyes locking onto hers in the large mirror directly in front of them.

He closed his eyes for a brief second, inhaling her scent deeply, losing himself entirely inher fragrance  his lips brushing against her skin as he breathed out a soft, questioning request.

"izazat hai? "

Chavi’s heart skipped a beat at the raw, vulnerable question. She looked at his reflection, seeing the deep devotion in his eyes, and felt her remaining defenses completely melt away. She lowered her gaze shyly and gave a tiny, almost imperceptible nod.

"haan" (Yes.)

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He reached up slowly and moved her dupatta aside, letting it fall to the table.

His fingers found the zipper of her kurta and pulled it down inch by inch. The sound was soft but distinct in the quiet room. Their eyes met in the mirror as the fabric loosened.

Kush leaned forward, pressing his lips to the back of her neck.

He kissed the skin there, then opened his mouth and sucked gently before his teeth grazed her.

Chavi's breath caught. He did it again, firmer this time, biting down just enough to make her shiver. One shoulder of her kurta slipped down, revealing the thin pink strap of her bra against her skin.

He bit her shoulder next, not hard, just enough pressure to make her gasp.

Their eyes stayed locked in the reflection.

He pushed the other side of her kurta off her shoulder too. Chavi's hand came up instinctively, covering her chest, her cheeks flushing deep red. She looked down for a moment, embarrassed, but Kush's voice pulled her attention back.

"Apki nazre sirf mujh par honi chahiye samjhi aap" (Your eyes should only be on me, understood?)

Chavi nodded, her face still burning.

Kush's hand came down firmly on her ass, the sharp sound filling the small room.

"Ahh—"

"Muh se boliye" (Say it with your mouth)

"H-ha" (Y-yes)

"Age badhe?" (Should we go further?)

Chavi nodded again, but Kush waited, his hand resting on her hip.

"H-hm... age badhiye" (Hm... go ahead)

He let the kurta fall completely, the fabric pooling at her feet. His hands moved up, cupping her breasts over the bra, squeezing them slowly.

Her nipples hardened under his palms, pressing against the thin material. Chavi's legs felt unsteady. She leaned back against him, resting her head on his shoulder, her eyes half-lidded as she tried to keep looking at him in the mirror.

Kush's fingers traced along the waistband of her salwar next, worked at the drawstring of her salwar, loosening it with deliberate slowness.

The fabric loosened around her hips, and with a gentle tug, it slid down her legs to join the kurta at her feet.

Chavi stood in just her bra and panties now, her skin flushed under the soft lighting of the  room.

She felt exposed, vulnerable, but the way Kush's eyes held hers in the mirror kept her grounded.

His hands returned to her breasts, squeezing them more firmly this time, thumbs brushing over her hardened nipples through the pink bra.

Chavi's breath hitched, her body pressing back against him instinctively.

Her knees felt weak, and she had to grip his forearm for support. The mirror showed everything—the way his fingers kneaded her flesh, the way her chest rose and fell with each shaky breath, the way her lips parted slightly as pleasure built.

His mouth found her neck again, sucking harder this time, leaving a faint mark.

His teeth scraped along her skin before he bit down, just enough to make her whimper.

One hand slid down her stomach, fingers tracing the edge of her panties before dipping lower, pressing against the damp fabric between her thighs.

"Jaana," he murmured against her ear, his voice low and rough. "You're already so wet for me."

Chavi's face burned hotter. She couldn't look away from the mirror, from the way his hand moved between her legs, rubbing slow circles over her clit through the thin material.

Her hips rocked forward slightly, seeking more friction, more pressure. Her free hand reached back, fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer.

Kush's other hand tugged at her bra strap, pulling it down her shoulder. He did the same with the other, then unhooked the clasp at the back.

The bra fell away, and her breasts spilled free into his waiting palms. He squeezed them bare now, skin to skin, rolling her nipples between his fingers until she moaned softly.

"Kush..." she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her eyes fluttered, but she forced them open, keeping them locked on his reflection. The intensity there made her stomach tighten with want.

His hand slipped inside her panties, fingers finding her slick folds.

He stroked her slowly, deliberately, spreading her wetness before circling her clit again.

Chavi's head fell back against his shoulder, her mouth open in a silent gasp. Her thighs trembled, and she had to lean fully against him to stay upright.

"Look at yourself," he said, his fingers moving faster now. "Watch how your body reacts to me."

Chavi's gaze returned to the mirror, watching his hand work between her legs, watching her own expression shift from shy to desperate.

Her hips moved with his rhythm, chasing the building pleasure. The small room filled with the sound of her breathing, the wet sounds of his fingers, the occasional soft moan she couldn't hold back.

Kush's teeth found her shoulder again, biting down harder this time. The sharp sensation mixed with the pleasure between her legs, pushing her closer to the edge.

Her fingers tightened in his hair, her body arching against him as she rode his hand.

"That's it, baby girl," he encouraged, his voice thick with arousal. "Let go for me."

Kush pulled his fingers out of her dripping pussy, making Chavi gasp at the sudden emptiness.

Her orgasm had been right there, teetering on the edge, and now it was gone. Anger flashed across her face.

"Why did you stop?" she hissed, cheeks puffed out in frustration.

Kush looked up at her with a smirk. "Have patience, chhote don."

He dropped to his knees in front of her, pressing her back against the mirror.

His hands gripped her thighs, spreading them apart before he hooked one leg over his shoulder. Chavi's panties were yanked down in one swift motion, leaving her completely exposed.

"wait"

Chavi stopped him, and Kush paused instantly to look at her face.

"My periods can come at any time."

"Do you want me to stop?"

Chavi shook her head no, and Kush moved forward.

He leaned in and dragged his tongue in one slow, wet stripe from her entrance up to her clit.

Chavi’s hips jerked. He did it again, firmer this time, flattening his tongue so every inch of her folds got licked.

Her juices coated his lips; he swallowed and went back for more, sucking her swollen clit between his lips and flicking it with the tip of his tongue.

Chavi’s fingers curled against the mirror. "K-Kush" Her voice cracked into a moan when he sealed his mouth over her entire pussy and sucked, tongue thrusting inside her in quick, shallow strokes.

Each time he pulled back, strings of her wetness clung to his chin.

He shifted the angle, nose pressing against her mound while his tongue circled her clit in tight, relentless spirals.

Chavi’s thigh trembled on his shoulder; her standing leg started to shake. Kush slid two fingers into her without warning, pumping them in time with the steady suction of his mouth.

Wet, obscene sounds filled the tiny changing room—her slick pussy squelching around his fingers, his tongue lapping noisily at her clit.

Chavi’s head fell back against the mirror. Her free hand shot down to fist in Kush’s hair.

"Ahhh—" The moan tore from her throat as she came hard, grinding against his tongue. Her cum flooded his mouth while her body shook against the mirror.

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Prithvi walked into Rudransh's cabin and said,

"bhaiya ji usne sab bta diya hai" (Bbhaiya ji , he has confessed everything.)

Rudransh lifted his gaze from his file, looked at him, and replied, Alright, I am coming.

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Rudransh stepped into the dark room, the heavy door closing behind him with a dull thud.

The space was pitch black except for a single weak bulb swinging overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor.

In the center of the room Karan hung , his body stretched and held by thick horse nails driven through the flesh at his waist.

The metal had been hammered straight through skin and muscle, anchoring him in place so his feet barely brushed the ground.

Rudransh walked closer, boots echoing on the concrete. Karan’s breathing was ragged, his torso slick with sweat and blood that ran in thin streams down his hips and thighs.

The nails had torn ragged holes where they pierced him, the weight of his own body pulling against the metal.

Rudransh's eyes fixed on the man before him. With a subtle gesture, he signaled to one of his men. Without hesitation, a bucket of ice-cold water was thrown directly at Karan's face.

He jolted awake, gasping and sputtering, his swollen eyes struggling to open. Bruises covered his face, and his lips trembled as he tried to speak.

"P-please let me go... I've told you everything that's t-true" he whispered weakly.

Rudransh let out a low, sarcastic laugh that echoed through the dim room.

"Tujhe chhod du?" he said, his voice dripping with mockery. (Let you go?)

He raised his hand slowly. One of his men stepped forward and placed a sleek, metallic gadget into his palm—a compact, claw-like extractor with serrated edges and a trigger mechanism designed for precision removal.

Without hesitation, Rudransh lunged forward. With one swift, brutal motion, he drove the gadget into Karan's left eye socket and yanked. A wet, sickening pop filled the air as the eyeball came free, dangling briefly from torn nerves before Rudransh flung it aside.

"Yeh hi gandi aankhein daali thi na meri Gudiya par," Rudransh growled, his tone ice-cold. (These were the filthy eyes you laid on my Gudiya, weren't they?)

Karan's scream tore through the room—raw, piercing, and endless. His body convulsed violently against the nail in his waist, blood streaming down his face in thick rivulets as he howled in agony.

He loses consciousness again.

Rudransh lifted a bucket and poured the hot, salty water over Karan's unconscious form. Steam rose as the liquid hit his skin.

Karan's eyes snapped open. A choked gasp escaped his throat as pain jolted through him. Blood still seeped from his left eye socket , dripping steadily onto the floor. The stench of old sweat and festering wounds filled the room.

"M-mujhe maar do… (Kill me…)" he whispered, voice trembling with agony.

He looked at him without expression. "Maar du tujhe? (Kill you?) Thik hai, teri yeh ichha bhi puri kar dete hain. (Alright, we'll fulfill this wish of yours too.)"

Karan shook his head violently, every movement sending fresh waves of pain through his body.

His condition looked utterly miserable and pitiable, His lips moved in silent pleas, but Rudransh did not stop. The only thing playing in Rudransh's mind was the harrowing condition of his wife when she, too, had been suffocating in agony—yet this monster had not stopped then.

Then he extended his hand. One of his men stepped forward and placed the spiked whip into his palm. The leather was thick, the iron barbs embedded deep along its length. He gripped it firmly, testing its weight, then swung without hesitation.

The first strike cracked across Karan's back. The spikes tore into flesh, ripping open fresh wounds that immediately welled with blood. Karan jerked violently, his body twisting on the nail that held him suspended.

A second strike followed, then a third. Each blow landed with brutal force, the barbs catching and dragging as Rudransh pulled the whip free.

Karan's mouth opened, but no sound came out. The pain had stolen his voice. His head lolled forward, eye glassy, as the whip continued to fall. Blood ran in rivulets down his back, soaking what remained of his torn clothes. The spikes sank deeper with every strike, carving jagged lines across muscle and skin.

Rudransh didn't slow. His arm rose and fell in steady rhythm, each lash driven by the memory of his wife struggling beneath this same man.

The whip whistled through the air again and again until Karan's body stopped moving. The next strike landed on motionless flesh.

Rudransh didn't stop; he kept striking the man repeatedly.

Prithvi and Jais stood a few paces back, watching the horrific spectacle in stunned silence.

Karan's  flesh had been shredded into horrific, unrecognizable ribbons under the relentless fury of the blows. Jais swallowed hard, his face pale as he leaned slightly toward Prithvi.

"bhaiya hume bhaiya ji ko rokna chahie agar or gussa aa gya unhe toh rokna bahut jyada mushkil ho jayega" (Brother, we should stop bhaiya ji. If he gets any angrier, it will become absolutely impossible to restrain him.)

Prithvi adjusted his posture, his eyes fixed on Rudransh’s trembling, rage-fueled silhouette. He spoke in a low, grim whisper.

"baat toh teri shi hai lekin hum bhaiya ji ko roke kaise..." (What you say is right, but how on earth do we stop bhaiya ji?)

Jais tapped his chin, a sudden thought striking his panicked mind.

"bhabhi ji ko bula le kya.. Kya pta voh unhe rok sake" (Should we call Sister-in-law here? Who knows, maybe she can stop him.)

Prithvi turned his head so fast his neck almost snapped. He glared at Jais as if horns had suddenly sprouted on the man's head.

"pagal ho gya hai ka be.. agar hamne agar bhabhi ji ko yha bula liya toh iske baad hum latke honge vha or chabuk bhaiya ji ke hath mai hoga" (Have you gone completely mad, man? If we bring Sister-in-law here, we will be the ones hanging up there next, and the whip will be in  bhaiya ji hand!)

Jais winced, a cold sweat breaking out on his forehead as the terrifying mental image registered.

"baat toh bilkul shi hai apki" (You are absolutely right.)

Steeling their nerves and gathering every ounce of courage they possessed, the two of them took a few tentative steps closer to the raging storm.

Prithvi cleared his throat, trying to project his voice over the wet, heavy sounds of the impact.

"bhaiya ji maar gya hai voh" ( bhaiya ji he is already dead.)

Rudransh, however, was so deeply consumed by his own blinding wrath that the words didn't even register.

His ears were ringing with the memory of Chavi's tears. Seeing no response, Prithvi tried again, raising his voice significantly louder this time.

"bhaiya ji mar gya hai voh ab chhod dijiye use" ( bhaiya ji he is dead! Leave him now!)

Still, Rudransh didn't listen, his arm pulling back for another devastating strike. In a moment of sheer desperation, Jais shouted out the only name that possessed any power in this house.

"bhaiya ji bhabhi ji ka phone aa rha hai" (Elder Brother, Sister-in-law is calling your phone!)

Hearing those words, Rudransh froze mid-motion.

The heavy silence returned to the room, broken only by his ragged, heavy breathing.

Slowly, he lowered his arm, but not before delivering one final, brutal blow with every ounce of his remaining strength.

He tossed the stained weapon aside, his voice dripping with cold, lethal authority as he gave his final command.

"There is no need to burn him. Throw him at some crossroads so the crows and vultures can rip and feed on his flesh."

With that, he hurled the heavy whip right at their feet, the leather cutting through the air before slapping against the concrete. Jais jumped backward instantly, his eyes wide as he squealed.

"uii maa"

Rudransh turned on his heel and strode out of the room without looking back. Prithvi stared down at the gruesome remains of the karan, shaking his head in grim disbelief.

"iske sharir par kuch bacha hi kha hai joh chilen kha sake..." (Is there even anything left on his body for the vultures to eat?)

Then, a sudden realization hit Prithvi. He frowned, turning around to look at his companion.

"lekin ek minute Bhabhi ji ka phone kha aya ahi" (But wait a minute, when did Sister-in-law actually call?)

Jais didn't answer. He simply flashed a wide, guilty grin, showing all thirty-two of his teeth, and bolted out the door before Prithvi could grab him.

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To be continued....

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