𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐗

Amravati, Andhra Pradesh

Midnight

The distant echoes of temple bells blended with the thunderous beats of dhols. Firecrackers lit up the night sky above Amravati, painting bursts of red and gold across the heavens. The city was celebrating - but not everyone was rejoicing.

Just beyond the swirl of color and devotion, a small road twisted its way into the shadows - narrow, cracked, and forgotten. And down this road, a girl ran.

Barefoot

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Amravati, Andhra Pradesh

Midnight

The distant echoes of temple bells blended with the thunderous beats of dhols. Firecrackers lit up the night sky above Amravati, painting bursts of red and gold across the heavens. The city was celebrating - but not everyone was rejoicing.

Just beyond the swirl of color and devotion, a small road twisted its way into the shadows - narrow, cracked, and forgotten. And down this road, a girl ran.

Barefoot.



Alone.

Her feet slammed against the earth, toes bruised, skin torn, but she didn't stop.

Her lehenga, a deep, ceremonial red, trailed behind her like a wound. Her dupatta fluttered around her face, obscuring all but her eyes - wild, frightened eyes that flicked backward again and again, as though expecting the darkness to reach out and pull her in.

She was running not just from someone, but from something - monstrous, powerful, relentless.

Every breath she took scraped her throat. Her chest heaved. Her heartbeat wasn't just fast - it was furious, as if trying to break out of her ribs.

Her name was Sharanya.

She didn't think of herself as brave. Not anymore.

Only a few hours ago, she had been decorated like a bride, eyes painted with kohl, bangles stacked up her arms, lips stained crimson. The ritual had begun. The chants had echoed. And then- the truth had revealed itself.

The marriage wasn't a marriage at all.

It was a sacrifice.

A deal. Signed in blood.

She had heard the whispers - girls going missing, found days later with hollow eyes or not found at all. But she never thought it would be her.

Now she ran.

Ran for her life. Ran for her soul.

Suddenly -

BLINDING LIGHT.

Headlights shattered the darkness, like lightning summoned from hell.

Sharanya screamed, shielding her eyes with both hands. The ground beneath her threatened to disappear as her vision vanished in a white burn.

Then -

Screeching tires.

Engines growled like beasts. Black cars materialized around her, encircling her like wolves closing in on prey.

On the front: Golden "DD" symbols - symbols she now knew all too well. Symbols of a powerful family cloaked in charity but rotting with corruption.

Behind her, a single black car purred into place - low, sleek, and deadly. The emblem on its hood gleamed: Rolex - but not a watch. A name. A man. The man who had marked her.

Sharanya's breath caught.

This wasn't just pursuit. This was the endgame.

Her body froze, but her mind screamed.

No. Not like this.

She reached for the pouch tied to her waist - hidden under the folds of her lehenga.

Fingers shaking, she pulled out a small, metal device. Something her younger brother had once handed to her in secret, whispering: "For emergencies only, Didi."

She'd laughed then.

She wasn't laughing now.

She slammed it to the ground.

BOOM!

Smoke exploded - thick, grey, pungent.

She ran blindly through the chaos, coughing, tears streaming down her face.

"Mata Rani," she whispered, "please..."

The night answered her prayer.

Suddenly she burst out into a festival ground, where colors reigned supreme. Devotees danced in yellow and saffron. Fire torches swirled in patterns. Incense choked the air. Marigold garlands hung like blessings from the heavens.

She stumbled through the crowd, panting, dizzy - but alive.

For a moment, she felt safe.

And then -

A hand.

It curled around her waist like a snake.

She turned sharply, every nerve on fire, and shoved.

The man - one of her pursuers - reeled back in surprise, lost his balance, and fell - directly into a ceremonial fire pit.

"AAARRGHHHH!"

His scream was inhuman. Skin blistered in seconds. Devotees gasped and backed away, horrified.

Sharanya stood frozen, trembling, unable to believe what she had done.

And then - they appeared.

Women.

Not ordinary ones.

Tall. Statuesque. Dressed in deep crimson sarees, each one with a wide vermilion bindi on her forehead like a mark of power. Their eyes were calm, ancient. Protective.

One of them stepped forward.

Without a word, she placed sacred ash on Sharanya's forehead. The touch was cool. It burned through her fear like sunlight through mist.

Then she spoke - softly, yet unshakably.

> "Vaishnavi Maa is with you, girl."

She raised her hand and pointed.

Sharanya turned.

There it was - the great Shiva temple, its spire reaching into the sky like a weapon. Its gates were open, shadows dancing inside. A place of protection... or judgment.

It was said no soul who entered did so unchanged.

Sharanya ran.

Behind her, they followed - not the women, but the monsters.

Men in designer clothes but with eyes full of madness. Faces twisted with desire. Shadows that had taken shape and now hunted with purpose.

Her foot collided with a broken diya on the temple floor. The glass sliced deep. She cried out, stumbling.

Blood pooled around her heel. Still, she crawled forward.

"Mata Rani... please..."

A laugh.

Low. Cruel.

Then - fingers tangled in her hair, yanking her backward.

"Didn't I tell you... no tricks?"

His breath stank of alcohol and arrogance.

He yanked her back violently, and she screamed, her blouse tearing at the shoulder. He shoved her toward the edge of the temple roof. The stone beneath her feet slipped.

She teetered.

But he wasn't done.

He grabbed her again, pulling her toward him, eyes gleaming with something far worse than rage

Sharanya gasped, her limbs flailing.

And then -

SWISSHH!

A sword cut through the air - clean, precise, final.

The man's hand flew off his arm like a broken branch.

"AAARRGHHH!"

Blood gushed like a fountain.

Sharanya watched in horror as he stumbled back, eyes wide with shock... then collapsed.

The world tilted.

And she - fell.

Through air. Through memory.

Everything spun.

The fire. The screams. Her brother's smile. Her mother's voice. Her own laughter from a time when life was simple.

She thought of the stories her nani told - of goddesses who rode lions and women who turned into warriors.

Was she one of them?

She didn't think so.

But maybe... just maybe...

She could be.

Then - arms caught her.

Strong. Steady.

Not death. Not the ground.

But someone.

She didn't open her eyes right away. Her body was too weak. Her soul is too tired.

But she heard something.

A voice.

Small. Male. Barely audible.

> "Didi... please save my brother. I have no one else. Sharanya Didi... please..."

And in that moment, as she lay cradled in the arms of a stranger, bleeding, broken but alive, we finally learned her name.

Sharanya.

A girl not born into war - but rising into it.

The night wasn't over.

But a warrior had awoken.

Sharanya's scream, falling from the sky, seemed to rip through the silence of the night.

Sharanya's heart pounded as she fell from the temple roof - as if every passing moment was her last breath. The force of the wind stabbed her eyes. The ground was approaching. Fast. Merciless

But she didn't hit it.

Someone caught her.

Suddenly, her fall stopped.

She could hear the heat of someone's breath.

Someone was there. Someone strong. Someone very still.

Her eyes fluttered open.

A face.

Dusky skin. Thick mustache. Eyes that said nothing - just watched. Deep. Steady.

White shirt. White lungi. Hands splattered with blood.

He said nothing.

Sharanya remained in his arms.

As soon as her feet touched the ground, her body began to tremble.

And then-

BANG!!

A gunshot from below.

Sharanya screamed.

> "They're back...!"

Below the temple, around it, behind it - the remaining goons of the DD Gang were shouting from all sides.

Sticks, pistols, swords, guns - all in hand, madness in their eyes.

Sharanya's entire body was shaking violently.

The man looked at her without saying a word.

Then slowly set her down - as gently as placing an idol in a temple.

One hand touched her back, as if saying:

> "You don't need to be afraid anymore".

Sharanya couldn't speak.

All she could hear were gunshots, the clash of swords, and the thunder of her own breath.

Then he stood.

Slowly. Like a sage entering a sacred ritual hall after ages.

He adjusted his lungi.

Unbuttoned the shirt draped over his shoulder.

And stepped forward.

Now, the temple has become a battlefield.

The temple bells rang loudly.

Conchs, cymbals, the echo of aarti - all now sounded like a war chant.

Six goons from the DD Gang climbed the steps, shouting:

> "Find that girl! Dead or alive!"

No one was in sight.

Then-

CLANG!!

A stone dropped from above - striking the first goon right on the head.

He collapsed on the spot.

The others looked up.

And then they saw him.

Still. Alone.

Standing under the temple bell.

Three goons charged up together.

The first ran with a knife -
The man twisted his arm, snatched the knife, and drove it into his own thigh.

A scream.

The second swung a sword -
With just a lean and an elbow jab to the chest, he brought him down.

The sound of cracking bones.

The third came from behind -
But even without looking, the man spun his leg and kicked him square in the nose - blood sprayed like a fountain.

Then four more came.

One had a gun.

BANG!

Bullets fired.

He ducked, yanked a temple bell from the side - it blocked the bullets.

Then spun the bell and flung it-

CLANG!
The gunman collapsed.

Now only two were left.

They were trembling.

But still, driven by rage and fear, they attacked.

He threw off his shirt.

Now only a white vest clung to his body - soaked in sweat and blood.

He ran.

Lifted the first man clean off the ground and slammed him against the temple wall - his skull split.

The second swung a sword -
The man caught the blade barehanded, and headbutted his stomach so hard, he flipped backward.

Blood from his mouth, terror in his eyes.

The temple was silent again.

Only Sharanya's soft sobs and the stillness of the night.

She was still there - against the wall, quiet, helpless.

She looked - he was still standing on the steps.

Soaked in blood. Breathing heavy. His body battered.

But no rage on his face. No fear.

Just calm.

He turned.

Looked at Sharanya.

Her eyes were still full of fear.

She pulled herself up.

And - ran.

The alley walls were broken.

Sharanya's dupatta was torn, blood dripping from her feet, but she didn't stop.

She didn't know who he was.

He killed everyone - but why?

Was he her enemy or her protector?

Or both?

A mercedes stood.

Two men beside it - in white kurtas and slippers.

One of them took out a phone from his pocket.

As the call connected, he said:

> "It's done. All the DD boys... finished."

The second man stood silently.

He asked softly:

> "Who was that girl?"

The first one smiled.

> "It's a long story..."He lit a cigarette.

> "But let me tell you something... what you saw today... that man... remember his name"

> "Which one?"

He turned his head, pointing toward the temple - where a man was slowly walking down the steps.

White lungi.

Shirt draped over his shoulder.

Head bowed. Silent.

The man said softly:

> "His name is... Rolex."



On the Other Side...

The name Rolex echoed in the ears of a man sitting in silence.

"Game begins," he muttered, curling his lips into a smirk.
There was something wicked in his eyes, and the strange smile lingering on his lips told a story no words ever could.

He reached out and picked up a photograph.

A girl.
Beautiful. Fierce. Unaware.

Sharanya Bisht.
He said her name slowly, savoring every syllable - as if it were a secret he'd been waiting to speak aloud.

FLASHBACK

The rain hadn't stopped. The sky screamed with thunder and lightning. In the middle of it all, a girl came running toward the hospital gates.

Her name was Dr. Sharanya Bisht.
Soaked hair, trembling lips, and eyes filled not just with fear - but urgency.

"My brother... he's in the ICU... I need to see him..."
Sharanya said.

The receptionist flipped through files carelessly.

"The case has been transferred, ma'am."

"To whom? Who's handling it now?"
Sharanya asked.

"To DD. That is, Dr. Daksh Dhanraj."

Sharanya froze.

"Daksh...?"
Sharanya whispered.

The moment she turned, she saw a silhouette - tall, composed, eyes like frost, and a presence that silenced the room.

Daksh Dhanraj - standing right in front of her.

He said nothing to anyone. No staff dared to speak to him. He simply stood there, commanding stillness with his silence.

Sharanya met his eyes.

"You're still working here?"
Sharanya said

Daksh didn't respond. His gaze stayed fixed on her, as if reading every inch of her soul.

"The moment I heard your name, my feet froze, Daksh... and here you are again, standing in my way."
Sharanya said.

A cold smirk curled on Daksh's lips - void of any warmth or surprise.

"You're the one who changed paths. I never moved."
Daksh said.

Sharanya swallowed hard.

"What do you want?"
Sharanya said.

Daksh stepped closer. He didn't raise his voice. He didn't blink.

"Did you think you'd won back then?"
Daksh said.

Sharanya's voice cracked slightly.

"People like you aren't meant to be defeated. You're meant to be avoided."
Sharanya said.

Daksh remained silent. His eyes spoke more than his words ever could.

"My brother's fighting for his life... and even now, you're poisoning everything."
Sharanya said.

Daksh leaned slightly forward.

"Everyone has a price, Sharanya... including you."
Daksh said.

Sharanya clenched her fists, her eyes welled up with fury.

"Those who trade lives for money - they're not doctors, they're butchers, Daksh."
Sharanya said.

Daksh bit his lip, the smirk never leaving his face.

"And those who set fire to other people's worlds - they're not angels, Sharanya."
Daksh said.

Sharanya lost it.

"Enough!"
Sharanya shouted.

And before anyone could react...

SLAP!

A sharp slap landed on Daksh's cheek.

The sound echoed through the hospital corridor.

Daksh's face turned sideways from the impact. Blood touched the corner of his lip. Yet, his eyes stayed cold - colder than before

Sharanya stood still, her hand trembling in the air.

"That was for making my life hell back then."
Sharanya said.

Daksh slowly turned his face toward her. He wiped the blood with his thumb.

"The real score starts now..."
Daksh said.

Flashback end

NEXT MORNING

ON THE OTHER SIDE

AMRAWATI

𝐒 𝐇 𝐀 𝐑 𝐀 𝐍 𝐘 𝐀

My head was pounding. A strange heaviness clung to my eyelids.
Where was I?
Why did it smell like rust and damp concrete?

I forced my eyes open.

Blur.
Shapes.
And then... faces.

Two men stood in front of me. One, tall and lean, with intense eyes and a stillness that unsettled me. The other, broader and cockier, grinning like he'd already won a game I didn't know I was part of.

"Namaste, doctor madam," the broader one said, voice thick with a Bhojpuri accent. "Hum hai Veer."
(Hello, Doctor Madam. I'm Veer.)

The other spoke up, voice low and sharp. "And I am Satya," he said.
(And I am Satya.)
His Tamilian accent curled around the syllables like a blade.
Neither of them smiled.

I tried to sit up, but my wrists were sore. Rope marks.

"Where the hell am I?" I asked, my voice was dry.

"Uth gayin doctor madam?" Veer tilted his head.
(Woke up, Doctor Madam?)
"Ab batayi, chai chahi ki dar?"
(Now tell me, want some tea or a dose of fear?)

I stared at them. My heartbeat doubled.
These weren't just random goons. Their calmness was too controlled, too personal.
They knew me.

"Who are you working for?" I demanded. "Daksh?"

They didn't answer. But the moment I said the names, their eyes sparked.
They knew exactly who I meant.

"Ee ho... naam jaan ke ka kari?" Veer chuckled.
(What will you do by knowing our names?)

"Hamra ta kaam ba delivery - aisan khaas parcel ke pahuchawe ke!"
(My job is delivery - delivering special parcels like you!)

Parcel. That's what I was to them?

Satya took a step forward. His stare burned.

"Sharanya..." he said slowly, almost like he was testing my name on his tongue.

"Welcome to the real world... books can't save you now, amma."

His words hit like ice. He knew I was a doctor. He knew everything.

And I... I didn't know what the hell was going on.

"I have the right to know why I'm here," I said, trying to sound brave, though my voice trembled slightly.

"Doctor to bani... lekin seedhi nai lagat," Veer gave me a look that made my skin crawl.

(You may be a doctor, but you don't seem too innocent.)

"Kahiyo ke nerve pe daba diye ho, didi... ab dard to hoga hi!"
(You must've pressed the wrong nerve, sister... now it's your turn to feel the pain!)

I could feel it. This wasn't just a kidnapping.
It was personal.

Satya's voice cut through my thoughts.
"Sharanya, some truths only you know... and some, you don't yet remember."

What did that even mean?
My mind raced.
Was this about the file? The operation I'd reported?
The illegal organ ring?
No. It couldn't be that simple. Not with Daksh involved.

"I'm not afraid of you," I spat, mostly to convince myself.

"Very good," Satya said, a cruel smile twitching on his lips.

"Fearless ones make the most... fascinating corpses."

My stomach twisted.

"Satya bhai," Veer laughed,

"Ab dikhaiye didi ke asli jagah... jahan 'ilaaj' shuru hota hai!"
(Now let's show sister her real place... where the real 'treatment' begins!)

I clenched my fists. "If you think I'm weak, then you've made a mistake."

Satya's face went blank. His next words were flat, emotionless.

"Bhool ta bahuton ke bhaile baa... aur u sab aaj zinda nai baa."
(Many have made that mistake... and most of them aren't alive to repeat it.)

A knock.

The door creaked open. Cold air slipped in like a whisper from the grave.
Something about it made my skin crawl.

I looked up, and I swear... I felt him in that silence.
No words.
Just that suffocating presence.

If it was Daksh... then this hell had only just begun.

To be continued..........