Arranged Marriage to Kill Him

Chapter 39 : The Fight

Naina saw a figure standing by the window through the crack in between her eyelids, it was Ohas peering through the curtains while gritting his teeth.

"What happened?" She asked, groggily getting up and moving towards the window.

"Nothing. Go back to sleep," he said, flinging the curtains shut, but he flung them with so much force that they swung in the air and Naina momentarily caught a glimpse of a familiar someone.

Then his voice, deep and distinct echoed, "Let her out, you motherfucker!"

Woah. Woah. Nobody should catch the CEO swearing like that, especially the night right after the protest. Naina quickly scrambled to find her chappals, sleep snapping out of her body in an instant. Before she could rush to the door, Ohas grabbed her arm, pulling her back. "You don't need to go."

"Then who will go? You? He'll break your nose, he took judo classes as a kid!" she said hurriedly, not realizing that she was talking to another equally competent fighter whose hands were bloody from the most blood-curdling, blood-thirsty fights. Ohas seemed to take it as a personal challenge as he went after Naina, flexing his muscles as they rushed down the flight of stairs. The minute their feet landed on the ground, Ahanay came striding towards them like a bullet cutting through the air and swung his fist, punching Ohas squarely against his nose.

"Fucker," Ahanay swore, shaking his fist and waiting for Ohas to recover so they could fight fairly.  

Ohas recovered quickly, blood trickling through his nose and smearing on his pearly white teeth as he smiled. "Always wanted to do this."

"Glad I started then, huh?" Ahanay smiled back, both men resembling absolute psychos.

Naina was so shocked that she couldn't move, only shout frantically, "What? No! Nobody's glad! Take your punch back, Ahanay, say sorry, take deep breaths, meditate, remember Gandhi, Buddha, God, whoever. Just stop!"

"Keep quiet," both said in unison.

"Aren't you guys fighting over me? Do I not have a say then?"

"No." They looked at each other, their smiles widening as they leaped towards each other like cheetahs, both unable to hold each other's weight and falling roughly on the ground. They swapped in hitting each other, their strengths identical that it seemed as if they had a mutual understanding to take turns killing each other. Sometimes it was Ohas, sometimes Ahanay in bruising their hands with blood and swearing equally bloody words. But all the time their faces bled a dark red like the deep color of rotting roses, their eyes fierce and their smiles dry.

"Must be nice to have two men fighting over you," Priya said, walking from Ahanay's car, leaning against the wall and crossing her arms.

"In movies, yes, not here! They'll kill each other and it'll be on me!" Naina said frantically, not once mentioning how she felt her heart sink at every punch that Ahanay took. Rushing towards them, she shouted, "What are you doing here, anyway?! Come help!"

"It's more fun to watch them kill each other," Priya said, recovering quickly from the wince when Ahanay cut Ohas' lips with a hard punch.

"God, stop hitting!" Naina tried to pull Ahanay away, but he swung his arm back and his elbow accidentally knocked her nose. "Ow!" Neither of them paid any attention to her, making her cry out, "You both don't care a damn about me! Continue fighting!"

Huffing, she held her nose and took a place beside Priya, taking the cigarette that she offered and tapping it with Priya's. "Cheers. I didn't know a well-to-do girl like you would smoke."

"I don't. It fell out of Ohas' pocket," Priya said, tapping Naina's cigarette to return her cheers. "Seeing two men fight over you makes me want to kill you more." Naina wasn't listening to Priya, her attention was focused on Ahanay just like Priya's attention was focused on Ohas. "This will all end with your end."