Between Friends and Lovers: A Salaar Fanfiction

Chapter 10

A Battle of Power and Pride

The day began like any other. The guards informed me that Deva had arranged for me to visit the city market. Excitement bubbled within me as I quickly got ready, eager to explore the life beyond the palace walls.

The market was a riot of colors and sounds. The air was filled with the aroma of spices and the chatter of people. I was engrossed in the vibrant tapestry of city life when suddenly, a group of men surrounded me. Before I could react, they attacked the guards. I watched in horror as the guards fell, their lifeless bodies hitting the ground with a thud.

The men grabbed me, their rough hands digging into my arms. They dragged me through the winding streets to a secluded building. Inside, I came face to face with Gurung, the corrupt lord Deva had dethroned.

Gurungs eyes gleamed with malicious delight as he saw me. He strode towards me, his steps echoing ominously in the silent room. He harshly held my face, his cold fingers sending chills down my spine. "Finally, you are here", he sneered, "the person that will get me everything that I want. After I kill Deva today, I am going to make you my queen."

His words sent a wave of terror through me. He shoved me away and dialed a number. I could hear Devas voice on the other end, calm and steady. I couldn't hold back my tears as Gurung relayed his demands.

As evening fell, Deva arrived. The sight of him filled me with a strange mix of relief and fear. Gurung laughed triumphantly as Deva began to kneel. But then, Gurung pulled me towards him, his hands roaming over me. Devas warning echoed in the room, his voice cold and deadly.

Gurung threw me to the ground, his laughter ringing in my ears. But Deva was already moving, his eyes never leaving me. He advanced towards Gurung, his determination clear.

The fight that ensued was brutal. Deva and Gurung exchanged blows, their fists connecting with sickening thuds. Devas punch landed on Gurungs jaw, making him stagger back. Gurung retaliated with a low kick, but Deva dodged it, landing a punch on Gurungs stomach.

They moved with deadly precision, their bodies a blur of motion. Each punch, each kick, was a testament to their power and determination. But through it all, Devas eyes never left me. His every move was calculated, his every strike aimed at protecting me.

As I watched them, I realized that this was not just a fight for me. It was a battle for power, for pride, for rule. And Deva was ready to fight, ready to protect his people, his kingdom, and me.

The fight raged on, the tension in the room palpable. But I knew, deep down, that Deva would not stop until he had won. For he was Deva, the ruler of Khansaar. And he would not let anyone threaten his rule or harm those under his protection. Especially not me.

After what felt like an eternity, the fight ended. Deva stood victorious, his chest heaving with exertion. He turned to me, his eyes softening as they met mine. "Everything is going to be alright, Aadhya", he said, his voice gentle.

He walked over to me, carefully picking me up in his arms. As he carried me out of the room, I felt a sense of relief wash over me. I was safe. We were safe. Deva had won. He had protected his kingdom, his people, and me. And as he placed me in his car, driving us away from the nightmare we had just endured, I knew that everything was indeed going to be alright.

When we reached the palace, Deva took me to his room. He looked at my face, his eyes narrowing at the sight of the bruise. "What caused this?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.

"Gurung", I replied, my voice barely a whisper. "He held my face when his goons brought me to him."

The anger returned to Devas eyes, but I quickly tried to calm him down. "I'm fine, Deva", I assured him. He didnt respond, but his actions spoke louder than words. He gently started tending to my wounds, his touch careful and soothing. And in that moment, I knew that I was safe. That we were safe. Because Deva had won. He had protected his kingdom, his people, and me. And he would continue to do so, no matter what.