Two Brothers: Shadows of Deception

Chapter 66

A Sibling's Courage

Siddharth

I landed my first punch straight to his face, feeling the satisfying impact of my knuckles connecting with his skin. The force of the blow jolted him away from Aami, and I wasted no time in taking advantage of the opportunity. My blood boiled with a mix of adrenaline and fury as I gripped his collar, yanking him to the side with a forceful push.

My eyes never left Aami's bloodied and bruised form, lying defenseless on the floor. Anguish surged within me, a deep ache for the pain she had endured. It was as if her suffering had become my own, fueling a relentless determination to bring her tormentor to justice.

The man groaned in pain, holding his bleeding nose with his palm, but my anger showed no signs of abating. I stalked toward him, my resolve unwavering. Every ounce of pain she had endured manifested in my actions, propelling me forward with an unyielding purpose.

With clenched fists, I struck him again, this time delivering a punishing blow to his gut. He doubled over in pain, his hands instinctively protecting his wounded abdomen. But my fury knew no bounds, and I struck him again and again, each punch carrying the weight of Aami's suffering.

As I unleash my fury upon him, I lose myself in the moment, the adrenaline drowning out the outside world. It was just me and him, locked in a battle fueled by anger and the unshakable need for retribution.

I straddled him, my grip on his collar tight, and my anger consuming me as I unleashed a relentless barrage of punches. My fury drove me forward, each blow a testament to the pain and suffering he had inflicted upon Aami. But just as my fist was about to connect again, I heard a desperate voice calling out my name.

"SIDDHARTH!" The woman's terrified voice broke through my rage, and I turned to see her pleading expression. Her fear-filled eyes pleaded for me to stop, to focus on the urgent task at hand – rescuing Aami from this nightmare.

With a deep breath, I released his collar with a thud, the anger still coursing through my veins. One final punch landed on his face before I mustered the strength to tear myself away. I ran towards Aami, her bloodied and bruised form lying unconscious on the floor. My heart ached at the sight, and my rage shifted to a desperate need to protect and comfort her.

Kneeling beside her, I carefully pulled her fragile body towards my chest, holding her close as if shielding her from the world's cruelty. My eyes stung with unshed tears, my voice trembling as I called her name, hoping for even the slightest response.

"Aami," I whispered softly, gently patting her cheeks to rouse her. The lump in my throat grew as she remained unresponsive. Fear gripped my heart, and I tightened my embrace, praying for her to wake up.

"We should hurry," the woman's voice reminded me, her concern matching my own. I nodded, ready to lift Aami into my arms, when suddenly, the air was pierced by the deafening sound of a gunshot.

I flinched as I witnessed the horrifying scene unfold before me. The woman who had led us to Aami's location now lay on the ground, blood seeping from her shoulder, staining her once-white saree crimson. The man responsible for this chaos held a revolver in his hand, his face twisted with anger and hatred.

He walked towards her, his gaze filled with malice and cruelty. With each step, he displayed his disdain for her, kicking her face and striking her abdomen. "Yamunadevi!!!" he seethed, his voice dripping with venom. He spat on her face with utmost disgust, his eyes filled with rage and betrayal. "Bloody traitor," he sneered, revealing the depths of his hatred for her. I felt a surge of helplessness, knowing that I was unable to protect her from this brutal assault.