Varun, driven by a desperate urgency, traced the killers' trail with relentless speed.
The path was often obscured, leading him through treacherous terrain – ponds, rivers, and lakes – forcing him to widen his search.
He pushed himself to the limits of his endurance, searching day and night, until he finally stumbled upon a fortress, isolated and foreboding.
He infiltrated the fortress with stealth, his movements silent and deadly.
Inside, he found a group of men, clad in Muslim attire, armed with talwars and rifles, feasting and resting.
Their appearance matched the villagers' descriptions, confirming his suspicions.
He suppressed the urge to unleash his fury, focusing instead on finding Kajal.
He searched the fortress thoroughly, his heart pounding with dread.
In the innermost chamber, he found a scene that chilled him to the bone.
A man stood before a mirror, preening, while the silhouette of a woman lay motionless on the bed.
He approached, his steps heavy with apprehension, and found the woman's body.
The man, sensing his presence, flinched. 'Who are you?' he demanded, his voice laced with arrogance. 'How did you get in here? Guards! Throw this villain out and cut his throat!'
Varun ignored him, his gaze fixed on the woman on the bed. He reached out with trembling hands, his heart sinking as he recognized the dress he had given her. With a prayer for Hope, in hope that it was someone else. He turned the face slowly by the trembling hand.
After glimsing at the face with his fuzzy eyes, his heart stopped.
It was Kajal.
Her face, once vibrant and full of life, was now still and lifeless.
Her tongue was bitten through, a final act of defiance.
A wave of grief, so profound it threatened to shatter him, washed over Varun.
He stumbled, his eyes overflowing with tears of sorrow, anger, guilt, and self-blame.
At that moment, the guards burst into the room, surrounding him, their weapons raised.
But Varun, lost in his grief, remained motionless.
Then, Daivik's voice, cold and clinical, cut through his despair. 'Analysis of blood sample: Varun, I've analyzed the blood. She was pregnant. About two weeks along.'
The words, a cruel twist of the knife, sent a shockwave through Varun.
His grief transformed into a raw, unbridled rage. He seized the nearest guard, his hands tearing the man in half.
Witnessing this, the men stumbled among themselves.
Then, He ripped another's skull from its jaw, and then with his bare fingers he tore another man's stomach.
The room became a scene of carnage, a testament to Varun's unleashed fury.
The man who had killed Kajal, watching his guards die in such a gruesome way, was paralyzed with terror. He tried to flee, but his legs refused to move.
Varun, his face devoid of all emotion, after leaving the room with dead bodies, turned to him.
tak.. tak.. tak.. * shoes sound
He approached slowly, his eyes fixed on the man who had taken everything from him. Looking at this eyes void of emotion, the man stuttered " a.. a... I... "
Looking at this spineless man, 'Why?'he whispered, his voice a low, guttural growl. 'Why did you kill my child?