𝑲𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒔𝒉: 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒅𝒆𝒔𝒊𝒓𝒆 | 𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐞𝐝 | 𝟏𝟖+

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RANVIJAY

No one dares touch you, not even God. Only I have the right to touch you. If anyone ever dared, I would surely tear his hand off and let the blood flow straight from the veins. I would become a bridge between you and your troubles.

I threw my cigarette into the air when I noticed someone targeting Kashish from the tower. "Fuck!" I sighed. Kashish was laughing while talking over the call. I wanted to alert her, but I had no time, so I ran toward her.

She turned around, her eyes widening as I approached her. I dragged her into my arms and landed straight on the ground. She screamed in pain, her hands slamming against the ground on either side. Kashish's back was pressed against the ground, and I was on top of her like a blanket.

My one hand was beneath her head to protect it from hitting the ground, while the other gripped her waist. My cheek brushed against her chin. She was breathing heavily, almost suffocating—perhaps my 80-kg body was hurting her delicate, muslin skin.

"Sir, I can't breathe", She started sobbing. I opened my eyes. My rough lips were near her neck and was keep touching her skin. I tried hard not to contact her skin but my pain forced me to curl my lips. My lips were closed after brushing her skin. I heard her moan even though the voice was not audible.

I turned my face towards her. "Are you okay, Kashish? Aren't you hurt somewhere?" I asked while cupped her face with my one hand. I was sweating from head to toe while she paused her glare at me. I squeezed her waist like cotton. "Raaje, say something, are you okay?" I asked low in breath.

"I'm all right," she whispered, and our gaze deepened. The moment seemed to slow. Her eyes shut as my hand continued to squeeze her waist. She could feel my touch. "Try to get up." She nodded, trying hard, but it wasn't possible for her to move while I was still lying on her. "Wait! I'm moving." I rolled off her and stood up.

She stood up with my help. "Kashish," I grabbed her arm. "You have a wound." She had a scratch on her elbow. "Does it hurt?" I asked, cupping her face with one hand. She was hurt, and I didn't know why, but I couldn't see her in pain. "Let's go. We need to visit the doctor right now."

Every wound of hers made my heart ache. I spun around, but before I could take a step forward, her words stopped me. "S-Sir, wait." Kashish clutched my hand, making me turn my head. "I'm all right," she said, her voice low and breathless.

I took two big steps toward her until I was standing in front of her. "Are you sure?" I muttered, cupping her face with both hands. She blinked and nodded, our gaze deepening until Arjun's voice broke the moment. "Are you okay, guys?" Arjun's voice filled with concern.

"Yeah, sir, I'm fine," Kashish replied to Arjun, looking at him. "I don't know why Rannvijay sir approached me like that," she said, shifting her gaze back to me.

"Actually, someone over there missed their target shot, and that bullet was about to hit Kashish," I explained, fabricating the story because I didn't want to tell her the truth—that someone was here to kill. "But I managed to dodge the bullet," I added.

Kashish believed me, but Arjun's suspicion was still there. Damn PARA SF.

"Thanks, sir, for saving me!" Kashish said with a warm smile. I didn't know why I turned my eyes away from her. The way she thanked me again reminded me of the girl I had loved insanely. "Kashish, go to your camp now," I ordered dryly, and she was gone.

"Ranvijay, how is it possible that the target practice officers missed their shot?" He asked after Kashish was out of earshot. "I mean, they've been practicing for months." Arjun shot me a disbelieving look.