HIS DARK LOVE

village goons

Adthiya was examining her room. Although the furnishings were simple and inexpensive, they created a cozy atmosphere. Her room exuded a sense of happiness. Suddenly, he heard some commotion from downstairs and decided to investigate what was happening.

Parvathi's POV:

My mother and I were preparing vegetables for cooking while my father watched television. Suddenly, the front door burst open with a loud bang, and a group of men entered our home, beginning to throw things around.

"What are you all doing? " my father asked, a hint of fear in his voice.

"We're here to collect our money. Give us our money," one man responded, whom I suspected to be the group's leader.

"Please give me some time I will definitely pay you back," my father pleaded.

"Same old story. Mr. Sanjeev, I will give you only two to three weeks. If you don't pay back by then, this house will be mine," the man replied.

"Two weeks? How am I supposed to gather that much money in that time? "

"That's your problem. " He then started to approach me, and I hid behind my mother, who shielded me from his unwanted gaze.

"Ah! Ah! " he grabbed a fistful of my hair and yanked me away from my mother's embrace.

"Please, leave her alone. Let my daughter go," she begged, kneeling at his feet.

"Pay the money, or your daughter will pay for it," he said, patting my cheek. his touch disgust me.

"Please, I will arrange the money. Just let my daughter go," my father said, his voice filled with despair.

Aadthi's POV:

Some men were threatening them. When one man touched her with blatant lust, something ignited within me. I wanted to burn him alive. I gripped the doorknob tightly, filled with rage. She was still hiding beside her mother after he released her, clinging to her mom's shoulder.

"Why does she always stay silent? "

"I think I need to teach her how to fight back against them. How will she navigate a society full of predatory eyes? Does she believe her silence will protect her? She must learn martial arts for her safety from the moment she is born as a girl. "

 Why should I be concerned for her safety? It wasn't my responsibility. With that thought, I moved closer to the window.

No. She had helped me, and my feelings towards her stemmed from gratitude. But why did my heart feel different when she was near? "Ah! " I clenched my hair in frustration.

A loud noise turned my attention back to her. She placed a glass on the table and hurried to gather the pieces of the phone I had broken. She was picking up the shards one by one.

"Why did you break this? If I did something to upset you, you should have told me," she said, starting to cry, desperately trying to fix the phone.

"What should I do now? " she murmured through her sobs.

I moved closer and sat in front of her in an Indian-style posture. She was preoccupied with fixing her phone. I felt remorseful for damaging her phone out of anger.

"It's just a phone you don't have to cry like that," I remarked, but she continued to cry. I was uncertain if she heard me.

"Will you stop this acting? " I said firmly.

"Will you please shut up? " she replied, her voice slightly raised her eyes turned red from crying.

"Parvathi, come down for a moment," her mother called from downstairs.