Second Wife, Second Love.

18. Kiss Of Gratitude.

***Reyansh's POV.***

"Does it hurt?" Mom asks me again.

"No. I am fine now. It is just a bump. So please stop worrying about me." I say and put my arms around her.

"How could I not when my kids got in danger?" Mom says and hugs me.

"But I am dying to hear what exactly happened?" Parth asks.

"Yes, Reyansh. What happened there? We only got bits of information and that we can only make up one thing that those guys had guns." Mayra says.

"We should not talk about guns, dear." Bhai says.

"Dear, I literally choked a guy once and had a knife pointed at me. I can deal with this stuff. Actually, it is exciting." She says to assure Bhai that she is fine with being here.

"I should have known better." He says with a soft smile.

He has changed a lot since Mayra came into his life. This time around, it really feels like they are in love. A love that can stay and respect each other. Why was I so unlucky to not get something like that? As I think that my eyes go to Ramya, who has her head on her Dadi's shoulder while her mother is feeding her.

"Tell me." Ramya says, "Even I am eager to know what exactly happened."

Sniffy comes right at that moment. I told a staff member to feed him while our family fuzzes over us. He looks confused about where to go as Ramya and I are on the opposite side, so when I whistle; he goes the opposite way. Traitor. Looks like we were partners for one night only. Obviously, his goal from the start was to gain his damsel, Ramya.

"Tell us, Bhai." Parth demands.

"Okay. Okay. I will tell you what happened." I say and go back and recount the events of last night.

***Flashback Starts***

I lunge towards one man while kicking another in the crotch. I know it was a cheap move, but difficult situations demand cheap moves like that to save life. And with broken nuts, he can't think of touching Ramya, can he? Again, cheap thought, but the situation demands it.

"That was a cheap move, man." The second man says.

"Not sorry, as you are thinking of harming my girl." I say without giving him a look, but I know from the dog's barking that he is keeping an eye on him.

I stomp down my foot on the man's foot whose wrist I am holding away, which has a gun. Then I knee him in the gut and twist his wrist so the gun falls from his hand. I kick it towards Ramya, then punch the man hard enough to knock him unconscious. Then turn to the second man who is recovering.

He tries to take the gun, but the dog bites his hand and keeps barking.

"I got two guns, baby." A cheerful voice says and I look at Ramya, who looks way too happy with two guns, one in each hand.

"Did I make a mistake by giving her the gun?" I ask myself.

"Of course you did. What if she shoots us both?" The second man says.

I hold the man by his collar and ask, "Which drug did you give her and how much?"

"I don't know. He was the one who gave it. It might still be in his pocket. Please spare my life. I promise to never touch another woman." He begs.

"With that hand, no, you will never ever." I say and punch him.

I pick up the gun which is by the dog and rub his back in gratitude. If he wasn't here, things might not have been good and I would have been a loser again.