Siyahi

Chapter 3

I am literally sitting in between these two and they are acting like I am invisible. They want to talk? Good. Just don't do it on my head. I finish my last donut, glaring into space as Caden and witch keep on chatting. They are talking about some other people that I don't know, nor do I care enough to figure it out. They remind me of those aunties that have nothing better to do than gossip about others life.

Moving forward, I take a look on my left. The Witch looks exceptionally powerful today. She is wearing a black pant suit, with little diamond studs in her ears. A watch on her left hand and a ring on her right. She bought that ring with her first salary as CEO. I know because she bragged about it for an hour, while I wasn't paying attention, Aarav was extremely invested. He has a crush on her. I can tell just by looking at him. Too bad, he is not her type. He doesn't do serious relationships and she doesn't do one night stands. How do I know?

I am very observant.

I don't say much but I see enough. I probably know enough about everyone I've met, that I can hang it over their heads for whatever I want. Business is a tricky thing. No matter how much you try, you can't be a Saint and a businessman. And I am no Saint. I've enough blackmail material to turn other people's career to ashes. I don't do it often because of the goodness of my heart but I have very low tolerance for bullshit. You cross me, you pay the price.

I bid everyone a goodbye and leave the mansion to go to my house. I love my family even though they make me want to murder people, but I had to move out. Living in a joint family is fun but there is nothing called space or privacy. Especially when you have nosy ass younger siblings. I moved out four years ago and the countryside house has since been a companion. It's emptiness has bitten me raw and the loneliness has crept into me. It used to sting but now I welcome it. You get used to it after a while. My housekeeper has kept the place clean. Thank God.

It's not too far away from my parents house. Just an hour drive. My mother wouldn't agree for any more distance. She can be scary when she wants to be. I take a quick shower, slip into a t-shirt and pajamas and all but fall onto the bed. The exhaustion finally taking over. I dismissed Caden so I am the one who has to get up in the middle of the night to open the bloody gate.

Is this a time to come to someone's house?

I was ready to lash at whoever was on the other side but the words get stuck in my throat when I see who it is.

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I left the Rajvansh mansion a little late along with Meera aunty as we got a call about something being wrong in the office. She left after she understood the issue and gave me pointers. That was five hours ago. And technically I should've left too but I had to finish my work. That weird feeling of how something is incomplete would have kept nagging me if I didn't. So here I am standing in the middle of the road at midnight because my stupid car broke down and because I don't have signal. I picked my car up from the garage five hours ago and here it is. What did those incompetent idiots even do to it? Broke down twice in the last fifteen hours.

Idiots.

And since my day has been already shitty, here comes a bunch of assholes in a ridiculous jeep, very clearly drunk to take advantage of the damsel in distress. The only issue, I am no damsel. And I am not scared of them. Good thing i got some punching bags to hit now.

"Are you alone darling? We can drop you" the one fron the passenger seat asked with a ridiculously creepy smile. Fucking asshole. "No thank you."

Yeah that wasn't bad. Avoid conflict until there isn't another option. His smile turned into snarl so fast I would've given myself a whiplash if I wasn't so unbothered. "I wasn't asking." With that all four of those idiots got down from their horrible jeep. One grabbed my arm and started to pull me. I kicked his calfs and he lost his balance, just as I freed myself from him, the other one grabbed my hair and the third one put a knife to my throat.

Hah, I've seen worse.

Maybe I shouldn't use my humor at times like these. It's too dark. Besides nothing is funny about my past. I focus back on the useless perverts.

None of this scares me. I pull the blade closer, challenging him to go ahead. His eyes widen and his grip on the knife loosens. Wrong fucking move. I take the blade out his hand and kick him in the balls. While I use the blade to slice the arm of the man behind me. He let's go of my hair and I turn around to punch him square in the jaw. I, however did not see the fourth one sneaking back at me. He stabbed me in the side of my stomach.

Motherfucker. That hurt like a bitch. He then took the knife out and one of them pushed me to the ground.

I fell face first and hit my head on the concrete. For fucks sake. All four of them are back on their feet and I am a personal punching bag for them. I am going to have bruises all over. Fucking bastards. I grip the leg of one guy who literally stomped on my stomach. I grunted in pain, I've been trying to hold it in for so long. I pull his leg so he loses his footing. He fell next to me, and I  elbowed him in the face. His friends or whatever, try to pick him up and I take that chance to snatch the knife out of one of them. His grip on it tightens and we play the childish game of tug of war for a minute.

It is quite comical and I would've laughed if I wasn't in so much pain. I loosen my grip on the knife and he falls back on his butt. I use his surprise to my advantage and take the knife out. I slash him across his cheek dig my heel in his hand. I turn around to attack another one. He is the dumb one. He didn't put up a fight. One is still on the floor with blood coming out of his head and the other one is seething in anger. He puts up a fight and I have another slash on my back now but I managed to put him down. They then curse at me, get in their jeep and leave me there. 

I then look around.

The road is empty, my phone is broken, not that I had any signal and my car is of no use. My head hurts as blood drips down from it. My back has a slash that burns like hell fire. The stab wound on the side of my stomach has bled so much, I wonder if any blood is left inside of me. I have no other option but to walk. I need to find someplace I can find help at.

Breathing becomes a task by the time I reach the house I was meant to. I wouldn't normally do, but this is a crisis, and I don't have enough energy to walk further. I bang on the door with as much energy as I could gather. I really need to sit down. It takes him a while to open it. My vision is blurry and I don't even remember what balance is, and I've always been happy to see him but Satan has never looked like a savior before. My eyes probably showed the panic i was going through as I fall forward. But before I could touch the floor, two strong arms hold me steady and the last thing I remember hearing before I succumbed to darkness was his voice.

"You're safe, I'll take care of you."

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Here is the third chapter guys.

Tell me what did you think of it.

Samaira and Abhimanyu are going to get alot closer in the upcoming chapters.

See you in the next one.