The Devil’s Ultimatum

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Chapter: The Devil’s Ultimatum

“Let me go! How dare you speak to my mother like that? Who gave you the right to insult her?”

Gagan screamed, struggling against Ridhansh’s iron grip as he dragged her down the hospital corridor. Tears of fury and humiliation streamed down her face.

Without warning, he slammed her against the wall.

The impact knocked the air from her lungs.

He pinned her there, one arm braced beside her head, the other gripping her shoulder with brutal force.

“Baby doll,” he growled, his voice thick with rage, “don’t you dare talk to me about rights.”

His face was inches from hers.

“From this moment on, the only man who has any right over your life… your body… even your breath… is Ridhansh Singh Rathod. Your world begins with me. It ends with me. No one will come between us. And I will not tolerate anyone who tries. Do you understand?”

His breath brushed her skin.

His dark eyes burned with something far more dangerous than anger—obsession.

For a fleeting second, a strange déjà vu flickered inside her mind.

She had seen those eyes before.

Somewhere.

But where?

Before she could grasp the memory, his voice cut through her thoughts.

“Because of you, I have wasted precious time tonight,” he said coldly. “And the punishment for that mistake won’t be borne by you… but by your so-called lover.”

Fear shot through her veins.

“No! You promised you wouldn’t harm him! I did everything you said—so why are you—”

He pressed a finger hard against her lips.

“Shhh.”

His voice dropped into a lethal whisper.

“You do not take another man’s name in front of your husband, baby doll. Every time his name touches your lips, the price increases. For him. And for you.”

He leaned closer.

“So think carefully before you speak. Think about what you’re saying to your husband.”

Gagan jerked his hand away.

“Husband? My foot!” she spat. “I will never accept you. Never. You blackmailed me into this marriage. You can’t force me to give you the place that belongs to my love. You will never claim me, Ridhansh Singh Rathod.”

A slow, devilish smile spread across his lips.

“A challenge?” he murmured. “Good. I enjoy stealing what people treasure most… and making it mine.”

His finger traced down her cheek possessively.

She slapped his hand away.

“You may have forced this marriage,” she said through clenched teeth, “but you will never win my heart.”

His eyes darkened.

“What would I do with your heart?” he replied softly. “I am a stone-hearted man. For a new life, I only need this beautiful body of yours… not that fragile heart where your cold lover resides.”

His voice turned glacial.

“But don’t worry. Slowly… patiently… I will rip him out of your heart. And if he refuses to leave… I will tear the heart out with him.”

There was no doubt in his expression.

He meant every word.

Past Midnight – The Road Out of Bhopal

Silence filled the car.

The city lights of Bhopal faded behind them. The rain had stopped, but fierce winds lashed against the windows.

Gagan stared outside, her reflection pale against the glass.

Just a few hours ago, she had been a bride.

Now… she was a prisoner.

Her mind slipped back to the beginning of the nightmare.

Flashback – Shastri Bungalow

Gagan sat before the mirror, dressed in a red silk lehenga embroidered with gold. Henna darkened her hands. Jewelry framed her glowing face.

She looked radiant.

Her friend Kavya beamed. “I’ve never seen such a glow on a bride before.”

Gagan smiled softly. “That glow comes from love.”

Her mother, Garima, entered the room—and froze.

“You look beautiful, beta,” she whispered, applying a small black kajal mark behind Gagan’s ear to ward off evil. “Always stay this happy.”

Her grandmother tied a black thread around Gagan’s wrist. “Remove this only on your wedding night. Not before. No bad omens.”

Gagan laughed gently. “I won’t do anything to upset you, Dadi.”

Moments later, Kavya left to bring juice.

Alone, Gagan adjusted her necklace when her phone rang.

Smiling, she answered without checking the number.

“Can’t wait, can you, Kriyansh? Just a little longer…”

Silence.

Then a sharp beep.

The call disconnected.

A message arrived.

The moment you’re waiting for will never come.

Her smile faded.

Before she could process it, the wedding procession arrived.

Soon she was walking toward the altar, veiled in red.

Kriyansh sat there in a cream sherwani, staring at her like she was his entire world.

Then—

A shadow crossed his face.

His smile didn’t fade.

But suddenly—

He collapsed.

A scream tore through the mandap.

Blood trickled from his mouth.

“Kriyansh!” Gagan cried, shaking him desperately.

But he didn’t move.

City Hospital

Doctors rushed him into ICU.

After examination, they delivered the devastating news:

“Someone poisoned him. We’ve never seen this toxin before. We don’t have the antidote.”

The world shattered.

Gagan fainted.

When she regained consciousness, hysteria consumed her. She ripped the IV from her hand, blood spilling down her wrist.

“I have to save him!”

Then a nurse handed her a phone.

It rang.

A heavy male voice spoke:

“The antidote is with me. Come outside alone. There’s a black Audi near the banyan tree. You have twenty minutes. The longer you delay… the closer he gets to death.”

The call ended.

A video followed.

Kriyansh writhed in agony, gasping for breath.

Five seconds.

Enough to destroy her sanity.

Without telling anyone, she ran into the storm.

Lightning split the sky.

Rain drenched her bridal attire as she reached the black car.

A woman driver opened the door.

Another message arrived:

Time is running out.

Desperate, terrified, blinded by love—