Morning arrived. Henry left the house, drunk on his arrogance and obsession with work. After last night's demonic "game," he believed he had completely broken Laboni. Feeling secure in that belief, he went to work with a calm mind.
Laboni was still sitting on the bed. Her hair was tangled and disheveled, the silk nightdress in chaos. Bruises covered her body, and the marks of mental torment were unmistakable. She stared at the mirror like a living corpse.
Just then, there was a knock on the door. Little Sara walked in. The moment she saw her mother's shattered state, her chest trembled. She ran to Laboni and stood close to her lap.
Sara (in a frightened voice):
"Mom! What happened to you? Why is your hair like this? Didn't you sleep last night?"
Laboni flinched and tried to steady herself. She hurriedly tried to cover herself with her scarf, but nothing could be hidden from Sara's innocent eyes.
Sara:
"Did Dad hurt you again, Mom? I heard him shouting a lot last night. How did your nightdress get torn like this?"
Laboni pulled Sara close, holding her hands. Her tears broke free. She kissed Sara's forehead and whispered—
Laboni:
"Sara, listen to me. Today we must leave this house. Your father has gone to work—this is our chance. Without saying anything, get ready with your little sister. Today we are going to a new life."
Seeing the determination in her mother's eyes, Sara understood that something truly serious was about to happen. She nodded and went toward her sister's room.
Laboni stood up. Facing the mirror, she tightly tied her messy hair. Last night's humiliation hadn't weakened her—it had turned her into stone. She took out simple clothes from the wardrobe. No scarf, no adornment today. Today was only about survival.
Henry sat in his office, thinking he had won. He didn't know that Laboni had become a wounded tigress, ready for her final strike.
Henry, a powerful senior police officer, was lounging in his chamber, comfortably going through a file. After last night, a perverse satisfaction filled his mind. He believed he had permanently brought Laboni under his control.
Just then, his expensive smartphone rang. An unknown number flashed on the screen. Henry frowned and answered.
Henry:
"Hello, who is this?"
A calm but grave voice came from the other side. The moment Henry heard it, a chill ran down his spine.
Voice:
"Mr. Henry, your time of arrogance is coming to an end. Today is the day you pay for the wrongs you've committed."
Henry (roaring):
"Who the hell are you? How dare you call my private number? Do you know who I am? I can dig you out of the ground in a minute!"
Voice (cold chuckle):
"No need to look for me. Look after your own house instead. The power that keeps you in that chair—its roots were cut long ago. All files of rape, torture, and abuse of power against you are now on the headquarters' desk."
Henry jumped up from the sofa, anger and fear mixing. Sweat beaded on his forehead. He realized this was no ordinary threat.
Henry:
"Are you Rehan? Or Arian? Do whatever you want—no one can touch me. I control the entire system!"
Voice:
"You may control the system, but what happens inside your house has reached the outside world. Your IG will be calling your office landline any moment now. Be prepared."
At that very moment, Henry's intercom rang. His PA, trembling, said,
"Sir, IG is on the line from headquarters. He wants you to join immediately."
Henry's phone nearly slipped from his hand. He finally understood—Laboni had played a move in silence that he never imagined.
At home, Laboni was packing her bag, standing right near the door.
Henry answered the intercom and saw a direct video call from the IG. He straightened his uniform, thinking this must be about a big case or a reward.
But the smile faded when he saw the IG's face. The IG was not alone—several senior officers sat beside him.
IG:
"Henry, I'm showing you a video footage directly. It was leaked at headquarters this morning."
The IG shared the screen. Henry saw footage from his own bedroom. The inhuman torture he inflicted on Laboni last night—the torn nightdress, the humiliation—everything was crystal clear. Along with it, an audio recording played of Henry taking bribes to frame Rehan.
Henry (stammering):
"Sir… this is fake! Edited! Laboni did this to trap me!"
The IG smiled sarcastically. The law hadn't suddenly become noble—but when the threat of social media exposure and foreign press loomed, the IG chose to save himself.
IG:
"The law won't spare you, Henry. You abused your position. These filthy 'games' of yours are now in my hands. If I don't arrest you, I'll lose my job."
Henry realized—the one who wanted to be the master of the web was now trapped in it himself.
IG:
"Put your revolver and badge on the table. My force is entering your office to arrest you. And yes—your wife Laboni is now under our protection. Her statement has been recorded."
Henry stared at the laptop screen, stunned. He believed himself above the law, never knowing that Laboni, being a doctor, had hidden a camera in a place even an officer like him couldn't detect.
Sirens wailed outside. His empire was collapsing like a house of cards.
But fate plays strange games.
Just when Henry thought it was over, a name appeared on his phone screen that made even the IG's face go pale.
It was none other than the newly appointed IGP—sworn in just minutes ago. Henry was his most trusted man. To the IGP, Henry's loyalty mattered more than any dirty video.
Henry received the call on loudspeaker.
IGP:
"IG, think ten times before taking any action against Henry. He is my right hand. Those videos could be modern technological manipulation. Delete them and let Henry return to work."
The room fell silent. No one dared speak against the IGP. In an instant, the wheel of justice turned backward.
That devilish smile returned to Henry's face. He adjusted his collar and smirked at the IG.
Henry:
"See, sir? The law stays in my pocket. What you called 'evidence' will now go into the dustbin."
Before leaving, he holstered his revolver. His eyes burned red with rage. He headed straight home—his only thought now was Laboni.
Henry (shouting at the driver):
"Drive faster! Today I'll bury that woman alive!"
At home, Laboni stood near the gate, waiting for Arian's car. She didn't know Henry was returning even more powerful. The guards, who were about to let her leave, suddenly received Henry's wireless order and stopped her.
Guard:
"Madam, sir is coming. You can't leave."
Laboni's heart skipped. She knew—everything was failing. Henry's siren-blaring car stormed inside.
Hearing the siren, Laboni instantly understood—the wind had changed. Her last move had failed. Henry was coming back like a wounded beast.
She rushed and hugged Sara and her little sister.
Laboni (panting):
"Sara, listen carefully! Take your sister to your room now. Lock the door tightly. Until I call you—no matter what you hear—do not open the door. Do you understand? Don't open it!"
Sara saw deathly fear and iron resolve in her mother's eyes. Without a word, she carried her sister inside and locked the door.
Laboni stood on the veranda—no weapon, no phone. Alone. But she had secured her children, at least for these moments.
The front door burst open. Henry stormed in, eyes blazing with hatred and twisted joy, revolver raised.
Henry:
"Laboni! You thought your little video would finish me? Look—I'm back stronger than ever. Your law, your Arian—no one could save you!"
He pressed the gun barrel under Laboni's chin. She didn't move an inch. Not a single tear fell.
Henry:
"Where are the girls? I'll crush all your pride in front of them. Tell them to open the door!"
Laboni (calmly):
"They're safe. And from today on, they'll never touch your shadow. You want to kill me? Do it. But you will not enter that room."
Laughing madly, Henry grabbed her hair. Behind the door, Sara clutched her sister and cried silently, obeying her mother's command.
A strange coldness settled in Laboni's voice.
Laboni:
"What's wrong? Why are you standing there? Shoot! You have power, you have a gun. Put a bullet in my chest right now."
Henry faltered. He expected tears, begging—not this challenge.
Laboni (stepping closer):
"Afraid? You can kill Doctor Laboni, but you can't kill the hatred inside me. If I die, the world will know that a friend of the IGP shot his wife in his own living room. Your arrogance will be stained forever. Shoot, Henry! Don't retreat like a coward."
Henry's hand trembled. He tightened his grip on her hair.
Henry:
"You think I can't get away with killing you? I can make it look like suicide!"
Laboni:
"You can't. Because before dying, I sent all the evidence to places even your IGP friend can't erase. I came prepared. If you shoot, your power falls. If you don't, you'll burn forever in my hatred. The choice is yours."
Henry screamed, veins bulging, pressing the gun to her forehead. In the other room, Sara prayed with tears streaming down.
Henry's finger tightened on the trigger.
The house fell into terrifying silence.
Laboni didn't close her eyes.
She stood there—like an unconquerable victor.