Chapter32 "Into the Darkness the Horror is revealed (ROom"R)"

Shivam didn't want to wait for Aadhavi to explore the villa alone, but he held back for a few minutes.

He wanted her to witness firsthand the horrors within the villa—girls held for human trafficking, other girls used as playthings, and various dug trafficking done by the victims from the south.

Shivam needed her to understand the gravity of the situation and the depth of the waters they were navigating.

He hoped that by seeing this, Aadhavi would support his plan to dismantle the entire human trafficking organization.

To ensure the operation's success, Shivam stationed all his clones, disguised as guards, to stay vigilant and monitor any new arrivals who might be connected to Bukhari's network.

Shivam still needed to uncover the organization Bukhari was working for.

Aadhavi followed the clone; her curiosity piqued.

She had realized that, despite their path through the dense forest,

She wondered where this officer, adorned in an exosuit, was leading her.

As they moved through the dense forest, she realized, with the help of the suit's AI, that there was a villa inside the forest, and this villa was not far from a road.

As they entered the villa, she noticed that the guards did not obstruct their path.

She recognized the guards' uniforms as those worn by the enemies captured by Captain D (Shivam), which puzzled her.

Despite expecting resistance, the guards paid them no mind, almost as if they had been ordered to let them pass.

Perplexed but determined, Aadhavi continued, knowing she would get answers once she met with Captain D.

She wanted to ask something after seeing Captain D, but she had to stop because she was told to follow without looking at her, which irritated her, but she did so without saying anything.

Shivam, now known as Captain D, barely glanced at Aadhavi. His focus was laser-sharp on the mission ahead, driven by a concern that bordered on obsession. "Follow me," he commanded, his voice devoid of warmth.

Aadhavi silently complied, her own anxiety mirroring his.

The mission was personal for both of them.

They were diving into the murky depths of Mumbai's darkest secret—the mysterious disappearance of girls, an issue shrouded in silence by those in power.

As they moved through the shadows, Aadhavi couldn't shake the feeling of being watched.

The very authority meant to protect was complicit, and this investigation was more than just a mission; it was a revolt against the corruption above Aadhavi thought.

Unraveling the truth behind the missing girls could expose a sinister human trafficking ring, just as Captain D had described.

Shivam knew the location of one hidden room in the villa, but the possibility of others gnawed at his mind.

The villa's guard captain, however, had knowledge of every nook and cranny.

With this in mind, Shivam's clone appeared, dragging the guard captain along.

This man, intimately familiar with the villa's layout, could reveal the whereabouts of Room "R" and any other secret chambers where the missing girls or illegal items were hidden.

The clone roughly hauled the guard captain forward, his condition nothing short of horrific.

Aadhavi's stomach churned at the sight, and she barely managed to turn away before retching. The sight of the guard captain, broken and brutalized, gave her a chilling glimpse into Shivam's interrogation methods.

Goosebumps prickled her skin, and fear settled deep in her bones.

She shuddered, recalling the lone guard the captain had dragged into the woods earlier.

The gruesome scene before her made it clear that the guard had likely met a grisly end.

Doubts and dread clouded her mind.

Who were these so-called officers?

Their exosuits gave them an air of authority, but their true identities and motives were hidden beneath layers of deception.

Still, she had no choice but to follow; she could not doubt or doubt them, as she was truly scared by the state of the guard captain and how he was being tortured, and she was scared to reprimand them about his state.

She kept quiet and didn't say anything.

The guard captain lay before them, a horrific display of suffering.

His hand and fingers were severed, and both legs were hacked off, blood pooling beneath him.

His face, a mask of bruises and swelling, bore the marks of relentless violence.

Yet, against all odds, he remained conscious, his eyes wide open and his gaze unfaltering, but from those eyes came tears that kept on showing his pain.

It was a sight that defied comprehension.

With each agonizing moment, he should have slipped into unconsciousness or succumbed to shock, yet he clung to life with a tenacity that bordered on the miraculous.

Despite the torment inflicted upon him, his voice remained steady, his responses clear, a testament that if he didn't answer the questions, he would suffer more, and there was boundless fear in his eyes while looking at Captain D.

There, as well, lurked an unmistakable plea for mercy—a silent supplication for liberation from the agony that bound him.

Tears welled in his eyes, silently bearing witness to the unspeakable horrors he had endured.

In that moment, amidst the darkness, his silent cries for salvation echoed, a reminder of the fragility of life and the enduring resilience of the human spirit.

All this was done by Shivam after one of his clones found a place where a girl was being kept chained and striped naked. Shivam's emotions teetered on the edge of control as he stumbled upon the ghastly scene—a young girl, stripped naked and chained, her innocence desecrated by the cruelty of others.

Rage surged through him, threatening to consume his senses.

But instead of succumbing to the tempest within, he channeled his fury into a new approach—a method that would ensure his targets endured every ounce of suffering he could inflict upon them with the help of Red Band instruction.

Drawing upon his newfound knowledge of the human body, Shivam infused a delicate balance of vitality energy into the guard captain, sustaining his consciousness even as agony wracked his broken form.

It was a cruel twist of fate, a punishment befitting the crimes committed against the innocent.

With his clone as the means of inflicting revenge, Shivam infused a small amount of vitality energy into the target of revenge.

Shivam unleashed his pent-up wrath on the guard captain.

Each blow was a symphony of vengeance, a savage dance of pain and despair.

Yet, despite the torment, the guard captain remained alert, his eyes pleading for release from the nightmare that engulfed him because of the vital energy infused in his brain and heart.

But the pain was being completely experienced by the guard, to the point of his soul wanting to get out of his body.

While he was in pain, the vital energy allowed him to survive by keeping his heart pumping and his brain functioning normally, but he was experiencing all of the pain without falling unconscious. The vital energy was infusing his body, which strengthened his ability to endure the pain of torment without going unconscious or getting into a death state.

Shivam was enraged after seeing the miserable state of a minor girl chained naked, which was really bad because she had been dead for more than a day.

After seeing that state, Shivam didn't have any tears in his eyes but rage, which was slightly inflicted on the guard captain and was still boiling.

With a heavy heart, Shivam refused to let the girl's body remain within the vile confines of the villa.

He commanded one of his clones to give her the final dignity of a funeral pyre; her spirit was liberated in the flames, far from the darkness that had consumed her.

Being a Hindu, burning the dead with Hindu rituals is a way to provide liberation to the deceased.

Though the immediate circumstances prevented Shivam from performing the full rituals as per Hindu tradition,

As for the guard captain, his torment had rendered him a mere shell of his former self, broken and submissive before Shivam's wrath.

Despite the excruciating pain inflicted upon him, he remained eerily silent, his agony a silent testament to the depths of his suffering.

Shivam entered the underground passage hidden behind the painting, his heart heavy with anticipation.

As the secret passageway opened, he and his clones advanced cautiously, every sense on high alert.

Upon reaching the underground chamber, his worst fears were confirmed—there were 100 girls, all in a wretched state, their spirits broken and their bodies frail.

"Remove your helmet and comfort them," Shivam instructed Aadhavi and his clones, his voice steady but filled with compassion.

Aadhavi complied, her face softening as she approached the frightened girls, offering them a semblance of reassurance.

Meanwhile, Shivam began to channel his vital energy, healing each girl in turn.

The process was swift but effective, revitalizing their weakened bodies and restoring their strength.

One by one, the girls found the strength to stand and walk, their eyes filled with a glimmer of hope.

To ensure their safety and comfort, Shivam's clones transformed into the appearance of young females inside the exosuits.

Seeing that the exosuit officers were women police officers helped ease the girls' fears, making them more willing to follow the clones to safety.

With gentle guidance, the clones escorted the girls out of the villa, moving swiftly.

Time was running short, and Shivam knew he needed to act quickly to subdue Bukhari and uncover the network of those involved in the heinous acts.

But before confronting Bukhari, his primary concern was the safe extraction of the girls from the villa.

Entering the hidden passage and witnessing the harrowing sight of so many young girls inside the villa,

Aadhavi was shaken to her core.

The scene before her was heart-wrenching; girls of varying ages, some on the brink of maturity and others still so young, were huddled together in misery.

She felt a surge of gratitude that she hadn't backed down at the last moment, knowing that her presence here was crucial in preventing further suffering.

The anger bubbling within her was palpable.

She had anticipated finding something dreadful, but the reality surpassed her worst fears.

This was her first encounter with such a grim situation, and the sheer scale of the human trafficking operation filled her with fury.

The girls had been exploited for pleasure and profit, a testament to the depths of human depravity.

As the realization dawned on the girls that these suited officers were there to rescue them from their nightmare, they began to cry and embrace the clones and Aadhavi.

Tears of relief and hope flowed freely, and the clones, in their transformed appearances, gently reassured the girls, providing much-needed comfort.

Aadhavi was moved by the sight, feeling a profound sense of purpose in their mission.

However, she couldn't help but notice Shivam's swift movements to avoid the embraces, a slight amusement tugging at her lips.

She knew, with a touch of irony, that Shivam was avoiding them like a child, dodging like a child, but not allowing them to touch himself.

To her unexplored, he wasn't an officer and wasn't wearing an exosuit like Aadhavi, but rather he was creating an illusion of himself as an undercover police officer wearing an exosuit.

Initially, Aadhavi doubted whether the girls would be able to walk out of the villa on their own. Their weakened, traumatized states suggested otherwise.

But what happened next left her in awe. Captain D, with just a few touches on each girl's head, performed what seemed like a miracle.

Girls who had been lying on the ground or sobbing in despair began to rise, their strength and energy seemingly restored.

Aadhavi watched in astonishment as, one by one, the girls stood up, renewed vigor in their eyes. It was as if Shivam's touch had breathed life back into their broken bodies.

Her skepticism melted away, replaced by a deep curiosity and respect for Captain D, and as for the previous decision on this operation due to the state of the guard captain made by Captain D, it was suppressed completely.

She wanted to ask how he made the girls able to walk so easily, but was commanded by Captain D to follow him.

Shivam fixed a steely gaze on the guard captain.

"Where are the other girls?" he demanded.

Shivam had no idea where the other girls were, but he knew there were more rooms in this hidden underground hallway.

The guard captain shuddered under Shivam's intense scrutiny, but the fear of further torture loosened his tongue.

"There are five rooms," he stammered.

"There are two hundred more girls kept in them."

His eyes flicked in a particular direction, subtly signaling the location.

Without a moment's hesitation, Shivam dashed off with his clones, dragging the guard captain along.

They moved swiftly through the villa's labyrinthine corridors, every second crucial in their race to save the remaining girls.

Guided by the guard captain's fearful eyes, they navigated through hidden passages and concealed doors, the air thick with tension, similar to the doors that he had seen previously.

He recognized the room from the scenes he had witnessed through the houseflies, using Rani's ability.

Back then, unable to enter, he had been left with only glimpses of the horrors within.

Now, the door stood before him, a barrier he was determined to breach.

Shivam opened the door, and the sight inside was heart-wrenching.

The girls, huddled in fear, shivered at his entrance.

Their eyes, wide with terror, reflected the trauma they had endured.

He once again treated them, and with the help of his clones, they were transported.

Shivam's task was greatly reduced by a new token item he had acquired from the dark web, the clone gums, an item that proved invaluable in saving so many lives simultaneously.

Gratitude surged within him for providing such a crucial tool.

He proceeded to the third room with urgency.

The sight that greeted him there was heart-wrenching: many girls were naked, their bodies marred with signs of torture.

Shivam's anger surged within him at the sight before him. His heart clenched with a mixture of rage and sorrow as he beheld the girls, their bodies were violated and defiled. The mere thought of anyone harming his loved ones, or innocent girls, ignited a fierce fire within him that refused to be quenched.

But he controlled himself, as he didn't want to distract his thoughts with rage, as he had to save these girls as the ticking of time.

Shivam and his clones moved swiftly, retrieving clothes from the villa with the guard captain's assistance.

They clothed the girls, providing a semblance of dignity and comfort.

Once the girls were dressed and somewhat reassured, Shivam healed them with his vital energy, restoring their strength.

The clones then guided them out of the villa to safety, continuing their tireless mission of rescue.

Shivam then advanced to the fourth room, bracing himself for more horrors.

To his surprise, he found women caring for babies and a few infant girls, and their conditions were relatively good compared to the other rooms.

This stark contrast bewildered Shivam.

This room, in its odd semblance of peace, was an anomaly in the house of horrors.

Despite his confusion, Shivam knew he couldn't afford to linger.

Time was a precious commodity, and the clones were operating on borrowed moments, set to vanish in an hour.

He quickly instructed his clones to help the women and their babies, ensuring their safe passage out of the villa.

Shivam acted decisively, his voice firm yet gentle, as he addressed the women and their babies.

"We need to get you out of here now.

Follow us, and you'll be safe."

To his relief, the women complied eagerly, their expressions shifting from confusion to hope.

They were more than happy to leave the nightmarish villa behind.

Shivam and his clones guided them swiftly through the passages, ensuring that they moved efficiently yet carefully.

As the women, their babies, and the infant followed, Shivam noticed their palpable sense of relief, the heavy burden of their ordeal beginning to lift.

Shivam approached the fourth room, his pulse quickening at the sight of the ominous "R" inscribed on the door.

This was no ordinary room—it bore a distinct pattern and a sign that warned against opening it.

The foreboding aura only confirmed what Shivam had already suspected: this was where he would find Bukhari, the owner of the villa and a key figure in the human trafficking organization.

Shivam had previously felt an increasing sense of unease as he moved through the villa, an ominous sensation growing stronger with each room he cleared of girls.

It was a feeling that gnawed at him, an instinctual warning that something profoundly wrong lay ahead.

As he reached the door marked "R," that unsettling feeling peaked.

The aura emanating from this room was anything but comforting; it was oppressive, heavy with a darkness that seemed to seep through the very walls.

This was no ordinary room, and Shivam's instincts screamed at him to be cautious.

Pausing for a moment, Shivam gathered his thoughts and signaled his clones to stay alert, their presence a necessary backup for what lay ahead, while one of his clones stepped inside the room, barging in.

Shivam was suspicious and did not allow the powerful clone to enter, but one of the weaker clones entered the room, and while he observed through his vision, he was able to see through the clone's eyes for any threat inside the room.

But after seeing what was inside the room, Shivam was astounded to see what lay inside.

The room was vast, but it wasn't its size that left Shivam reeling—it was the ghastly scene that unfolded before his eyes.

Blood dripped from every surface, pooling around the remains of more than ten goats and ten headless girls, their bodies arranged side by side.

The air was thick with the metallic scent of blood, mingled with the cries of ten babies placed in the center, their wails rising above the grotesque scenery shocked Shivam to his core.

At the heart of this nightmarish spectacle stood Bukhari, deeply engrossed in a ritual.

Bukhari poured blood into a fire, surrounded by the severed heads of the girls.

To Shivam's horror, the heads were still alive, their eyes rolling and mouths moving as they echoed the verses chanted by Bukhari from his book.

Seeing this scene represented a "Shaitaan Ritual," a scene so profoundly twisted that it defied comprehension,.

This ritual was a plea to the darkest forces of nature, a desperate attempt to summon demons themselves, or something else completely dark.

The sight was a grotesque testament to the depths of human depravity, a scene that could only exist in the most twisted of nightmares.

Shivam instructed his clone, who was carrying a gun, to shoot at Bukhari Fair and Square.

The clone pointed his gun in Bukhari's direction.

Bukhari and the chanting heads were so engrossed in their ritual, their voices rising in a dark, twisted symphony, that they hadn't noticed the door opening.

The sound was drowned out by the fervent recitation of the demonic verses, leaving them oblivious to the intruders' presence.

With a steady hand, the clone took aim, ready to end the ritual and bring Bukhari's dark deeds to a halt.

As the clone prepared to take the shot, his gaze inadvertently shifted to a statue positioned opposite Bukhari.

It was unlike any statue he had ever seen—not an idol of a deity, but a representation of something far more sinister: a demonic figure.

The demon's visage was terrifying; its gaping mouth stretched wide with a scarlet tongue extending to its stomach.

Its eyes burned with a menacing red hue, and its hair cascaded in wild strands crowned by spiked adornments.

An unknown-bead necklace adorned its neck, adding to its ominous presence.

In its left hand, the demon held either a man or a naked baby, the details obscured by the darkness.

The right hand remained hidden, shrouded in mystery.

Beneath its feet lay a bed of bloodied skulls, and its left leg rested atop a massive skull, the likes of which did not belong to any human.

As the clone's eyes locked with the statue's, a chill ran down his spine.

It felt as though the demonic figure was staring back at him, as he could see that its puples had turned to him as if the sculpture were alive, its gaze penetrating his very soul.

The sight was horrifying and unsettling, even for someone as seasoned as the clone.

In that moment, the air seemed to thicken with malice, and the room felt suffused with an otherworldly darkness.

Shivam did not hesitate to tell the clone to fire, aiming at Bukhari.

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Author's Note: This chapter combines two distinct yet interconnected chapters. 

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