Page 8 of Twisted Sins

“Stop! I have valuables!” she cried out before removing the bangle that was gifted to her by her father. “Take this and whatever you want, but leave us alone!”

One of the men took it and gave it to the demon. She could see that the demon was the leader of the group as the other men waited for his orders.

The eerie grey eyes fell on the bangle for a moment before he looked at her.

He said something that made his men let out primitive cries that sounded like victory.

The next moment, she was grabbed away from Rahul. Another man yanked Rahul up. At that point, Rahul didn’t even struggle. He looked too terrified to move.

“No!” she shouted. “Don’t hurt him! Let him go!”

She attacked the man holding her. She raised her elbow and hit the man’s nose hard, causing it to bleed. When his grip loosened, she ran towards Rahul. The man holding Rahul tried to stop her, but she lowered her head and rammed into his stomach until he doubled over and his grip on Rahul loosened.

Hard fingers gripped her arms and dragged her away.

She screamed and struggled, but thick, muscled arms held her close to a rock-hard chest. She tried to raise her elbow to hit the man’s nose, but the person who held her was way too tall, and he held her with a vice-like grip.

When he barked out an order, she realized it was the savage leader who held her.

“Let me go, you demon!” she screamed.

The grip on her loosened momentarily. But before she could turn or escape, a black horse came next to her. Hard hands gripped her once more to put her on top of the horse before the demon leader climbed up and sat behind her.

“Rahul!” she screamed, looking at him while one of the men put grey ash on his face.

Rahul looked towards her. “Nandini…” he whispered.

Before she could scream or say anything, the demon leader turned the horse and rode away with her.

CHAPTER 2

Holy land,

Singoor desert

Hundreds of men and women from the east, west and south clans of Singoor assembled around the Singoor temple to witness a critical ceremony that would bring peace after several decades of violence.

The Thakvar family stood at the entrance of the temple, seeking the blessing of the Aghoris. Mihir Thakvar who was the clan head waited with his wife. His three sons and their alliance brides would perform the important ceremony.

But the ceremony didn’t begin and murmurs of shock spread around that an important aspect was missing because of which the critical ceremony would have to be postponed.

Just as shock and confusion spread through, shouts of a man filled the air.

“Help me!!”

A young man wearing Western clothes was brought closer by Thakvar security men. The young man’s terrified face was covered in ash, making his features unrecognizable, and there was also a distinct rudraksh beads necklace around his neck.

One of the security men spoke. “Sir, we found this man tied to a black horse sent here. He claims he knows you all.”

As people wondered about the identity of the young man, the man saw the Thakvars and began shouting.

“Mrs. Thakvar! Help me! Please help me!”

Mihir Thakvar’s wife stepped forward. “Rahul?” she asked in shock. “What are you doing here?”

“They took Nandini! Oh God, they slaughtered everyone in the desert and took Nandini!” he cried.

“What? Who took Nandini? And what is Nandini doing here in Singoor? You two were supposed to be in New York!”

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