CHAPTER -2 THE MAKING OF NEW MONSTER
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Demolish of Love
Pain was no longer an enemy. It was her companion, whispering in her ear as she healed, reminding her of what was taken. Every bruise, every scar, every scream that had been forced from her lips was now a weapon—fuel to the fire that would consume Aryan and everything he held dear.
Alina sat in Raghav’s dimly lit basement, wrapping her fists with rough bandages. The cuts on her knuckles were fresh, the result of hours of training. She had been here for weeks, hidden from the world, transforming herself from the fragile woman Aryan had broken into something unrecognizable.
A predator.
“You’re pushing yourself too hard,” Raghav muttered, tossing her a bottle of water. He was leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed, watching her with a mix of concern and admiration.
“I don’t have time to be weak,” she replied, taking a sip before standing up. The exhaustion in her muscles screamed for rest, but she ignored it. Rest was a luxury she couldn’t afford.
Raghav sighed. “Alina, revenge isn’t just about killing. It’s about taking everything from him, just like he took everything from you.”
She looked at him, her once warm eyes now cold, void of the softness they had held before Aryan’s betrayal. “Then teach me how.”
Raghav hesitated for a moment before nodding. “Alright. We start with information. You want to destroy Aryan? You need to know every detail of his life. His weaknesses. His enemies. His secrets.”
Alina smirked. “I already know his biggest weakness.”
Raghav raised an eyebrow.
“Me.”
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The first step was infiltration.
Aryan believed she was dead. That was his first mistake. He thought she had no way of coming back, no power left in her hands. That was his second mistake. The third? Underestimating what a woman with nothing to lose could do.
She started small. A whisper here, a rumor there. She knew Aryan’s business wasn’t just clean. The man she married was a facade—a lie carefully built over years. Beneath the charming businessman was a criminal, one with blood on his hands and dirt on his empire.
And Alina was going to rip that empire apart, piece by piece.
She found her first target—a man named Vikram, one of Aryan’s closest associates. He was a greedy bastard, someone who would sell his soul for the right price.
Dressed in black, her face hidden beneath a hood, Alina met him in the shadows of a parking lot.
“You have five seconds to listen before I put a bullet through your skull,” she whispered, pressing a cold gun against his temple.
Vikram froze. “Who the hell—”
She pushed harder. “I know who you work for. And I know what you’ve done. You have two options. You either help me, or I make sure Aryan finds out you’ve been stealing from him.”
Silence. Then a slow, trembling exhale. “What… what do you want?”
She smiled. “Everything.”
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Within a week, she had it all—account details, shipment routes, the names of Aryan’s most dangerous enemies. But information wasn’t enough.
She needed him to suffer.
Her first move was an attack on his wealth. She funneled millions out of his accounts and into the hands of his rivals, watching as his empire began to c***k.
Then, she turned his own men against him. The ones he had discarded, the ones who had been waiting for a chance to see him fall—she gave them that chance.
And finally, she made her presence known.
It was a simple message. A blood-red note left on his desk.
Did you miss me, love?
The moment Aryan read it, she knew.
He would come for her.
But this time, she wasn’t the prey.
She was the hunter.
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