"To all the people who are scared of being vulnerable, who are scared to see their weak self. you can fall someone will catch you, and that person will make sure that you're safe in their arms."
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Avishikta's pov
"Say a word against my man one more time and I will cut that tongue of yours, Rajvansh" I warned as I give a swift kick to his stomach, causing him to collapse.
He let out a sinister chuckle. This psychopath I'll fucking kill him right now, I don't care about the drama and people.
"The Man who gave trauma to his own family? The man who slept with a woman and killed her?" What is he talking about?, I couldn't comprehend his words at that moment, but that was not my concern.
"I dare you to utter another word. I will slit your throat and castrate you," I threatened, but he only laughed once more. That was it. I threw a whisky glass at his head, causing him to wince in pain.
"Ouch, you bitch," he growled through gritted teeth as he took steps towards me.
I pulled out a knife from my bag - among my makeup products, how could I forget my most cherished possession? He gripped my neck tightly, making it difficult to breathe. I pressed the knife against his neck, causing him to loosen his grip. Blood trickled from his neck, staining my hand.
"For heaven's sake, Shikta, stop this. Let's leave," Aastha interrupted, but a single glance from me silenced her. She sighed and ran outside.
"Your man is nothing but a worthless human," he taunted, so desperate for his death.
"At least he is a man, Rajvansh, unlike you. I will not tolerate any disrespect towards him. I will ensure that you regret every word you have spoken. He is my husband, and I will not hesitate to make anyone regret their existence the day they crossed him," I said, pressing the knife against his throat as he let out a scream.
The club now lay empty; Aastha must have taken care of it.
He held my hand and twisted it the knife crossed my hands causing a deep cut but my main focus was on him now. I Kicked his balls and he fell wincing in pain. I applied pressure with my heels to his neck, making it difficult for him to breathe.
"Bahut bolta Hai lavde, You can't play deadly games with me," I said and poured some vodka onto his bleeding wound, his screams filled the room, he was struggling for his breath and I pressed my heels more into his neck. I Ieft him to suffer.
How can he say that this fucking piece of shit, rage filled my veins, my whole body burning with fury, I walked to the bar area and threw Glasses some of which pierced my own hands, I screamed and punched my hands on the glasses and blood came out but I was used to the pain. I was going to punch again but a strong hand pulled me and I collided with a solid surface, someone's chest and I know who it is. It was him.
