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.Chapter-46. The Shot!

3900+ words

Tere saath bitaye har pal ko yaad karte hain,
tere bina har khushi adhuri lagti hai,
teri yaadon mein bas jeene ka maza aata hai.

Author's pov:

Riya's expression hardened once more. "You're right. He never cared." Her finger tightened on the trigger.

In a split second, Anshika rushed forward, kicking at Riya's hand. The gun flew out of Riya's grip, clattering to the ground as Riya staggered back, her eyes wide with shock. Anshika wasted no time. She threw herself at Riya, tackling her to the ground. The two women rolled across the floor, their hands clawing and grappling for control.

Riya swung wildly, her nails scratching at Anshika's face, while Anshika, with a surge of adrenaline, gripped Riya by the shoulders, forcing her down. "You're not winning this, Riya!" Anshika yelled through gritted teeth, her body straining as they struggled.

Meanwhile, Ashwin and Yuvan were locked in a vicious brawl. Yuvan landed a hard punch to Ashwin's jaw, knocking him back a step. Ashwin retaliated with a powerful uppercut, sending Yuvan reeling into a table. But Yuvan quickly recovered, grabbing a broken chair leg and swinging it at Ashwin. The wood splintered as it smashed into Ashwin's shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.

Vikram and Viyaan were in their own battle with Yuvan's men. Viyaan, his face twisted with anger, threw a hard right hook, knocking one man to the floor. Vikram, despite his shoulder injury, picked up a nearby chair and swung it with all his strength, smashing it against another attacker's back. The room was a frenzy of flying fists, bodies colliding, and the deafening sounds of grunts and cries of pain.

As Riya and Anshika continued to wrestle on the ground, Riya managed to twist free, her eyes flashing with rage. She reached for the gun again, but Anshika wasn't far behind. Anshika grabbed Riya's wrist, slamming her hand down onto the floor, causing the gun to slip out of her reach once more. The two women rolled, knocking over a table in the process, papers and objects scattering everywhere.

"Let go of me!" Riya shrieked, her voice high-pitched and desperate as she clawed at Anshika.

Anshika, her breathing ragged, didn't relent. "Not until this is over!" she shouted, her eyes blazing with determination.

Across the room, Ashwin and Yuvan's fight was escalating. Yuvan, enraged and bleeding from a cut on his forehead, grabbed Ashwin by the throat and slammed him against the wall. "You've taken everything from me!" Yuvan snarled, his face twisted with fury. "Now I'll take your life!"

Ashwin struggled to break free, gasping for air as Yuvan's grip tightened. With a desperate surge of strength, Ashwin managed to kick Yuvan in the stomach, forcing him to release his hold. Gasping for breath, Ashwin pushed Yuvan back and landed a brutal punch to his face.

Just then, Viyaan, who had been fending off two attackers, spotted the gun lying on the floor, half-hidden under a chair. "Ashwin, the gun!" he shouted, but Yuvan heard it too.

Yuvan's eyes locked onto the weapon. With a sudden, vicious shove, he pushed Ashwin aside and dove for the gun. Ashwin, realizing the danger, scrambled to his feet, but it was too late. Yuvan seized the gun and stood up, his chest heaving, his eyes wild with triumph.

"Enough!" Yuvan screamed, aiming the gun directly at Ashwin's head. "I'm going to end this now!"

Two of Yuvan's men grabbed Ashwin by the arms, forcing him down to his knees, holding him in place. Ashwin struggled, but their grip was unyielding.

Vikram, seeing the danger, yelled, "Ashwin, no!" but he was overwhelmed, tackled to the ground by another attacker. Viyaan fought desperately to reach his brother, but he too was held back by two of Yuvan's henchmen.