Between The Singhanias

Chapter 22

The jingling of bells and chants of mantra reached Dhwani's ears when she bowed her head in front of Goddess Durga sitting on the wild tiger. Her little sneak from the Trivandhan Mahal had let her go off the boredom she was facing and no one here seemed to take notice of who she was. Not that she preferred everyone to know.

But there was one thing getting on her nerves. The man standing in the long queue and behind her was leaning his body more to her and she wondered if he was doing it purposely or she was the one overthinking.

Dhwani had let out sigh before her turn of aarti had finished while she held the silver prayer plate in her hand. Bowing for one last time, Dhwani turned on her heels. The payal in her ankle creating a sound of jingles with each step she took descending down the stairs.

It was until she felt a hand on her butt and her cheeks flared up in anger looking at the vain man who was leaning on her before. Jerking his hand away she said, "Move away from me before you want to see read marks on your pathetic face." Dhwani hissed.

But as it was said, ideal mind is the place of devil, he slapped her lightly on her ass, making her disgusted, angry and somewhere embarrassed. She rushed away from him, her steps faster than ever before she felt the same man grabbing her elbow in a harsh grasp.

"Please... leave me," her voice coming more lower than she would prefer in this situation.

"No one cares for you, Dhwani."

"You will never be loved by any man."

"Your body is made for nothing but a good fuck."

The manly voice of him rang into her ears, letting her shut her eyes where warm tears started to foam. The memory of the harsh night slapping into her cheek  making her suck in her breath.

"Let me go..." Dhwani muttered.

"I don't know which language you understand but she is saying to LEAVE her," a voice so cold than she had ever heard from him but still familiar. Her eyes shifted to the man leaning his body casually into his black expensive car with his hands folded across his chest but his eyes. Those beautiful hazel eyes were deadly. Rudra.

"Mind your own business," the man holding her spoke before his eyes again fell on Dhwani who was passing him a teary fierce look with her nails digging into his skin painfully.

"Every business that comes to her, my wife, is my business," Rudra stated but couldn't let the man continue before he took a step towards them and in a fraction of second, the man saw the gun being pointed on his forehead. The people nearby had gasped seeing the sight but Rudra cared less about it

"Run before I start counting to 3," the latter flinched as Dhwani saw the disgusting man trembling. "1..." he was running with his steps stumbling. Dhwani profusely rubbed her elbow as if his touch had poisoned her but before she could think, Rudra grabbed her forearm and forced her into the passenger seat.

"Rudra...?!" She softly called when he drove the car away from the temple. His knuckles as white as a blank sheet tightening against the wheel.

"This is not the way," she broke the silence but his hard glare had let her quickly shut off as Rudra took a sharp turn and soon had pulled the breaks of the car. If it was not the seat belt, Dhwani was sure that her head was going to hit the dashboard.

"Who the fuck allowed you to move out of the palace?" Dhwani was not up for another fight. Her body was starting to feel more than tired because of it and so she decided a better option to quietly move out of the car. She was walking away, just like he had did without giving any answer to her question.