𝐂𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭

Saving Her - 11

The bastard strikes Shivanya with the belt. She whimpers in pain.

I see red.

I start to move. The next moment he pins her against the wall and opens his zipper. I tighten my grip in the gun. My teeth grinds with force. I am going to kill this asshole.

I move without alerting him all the while Shivanya sobs hysterically. "Please Shariq! No! I am scared!" My heart squeezes hearing her voice tinged with terror.

I jump from the stairs and slowly move. He strikes her face and she falls to the floor. He has sealed his fate when I see him removing his pants while Shivanya freezes over closing her eyes.

Like she accepts her fate of being subjected to rape.

Like fuck she does.

I move behind the sick fuck pointing the gun to his nape. His actions stills. I whisper "Don't move." in his ears menacingly. 

He lifts his arms up in a posture of surrender. Then turns to face me. The asshole looks like a trust fund baby. Attractive and an entitled prick written all over his face. A face which I want to do unthinkable damages.

"Vihaan Rajputh." He says my name like he isn't sure about what is happening. Then I turn my face towards the girl who has crouched into the corner of the wall and watching the scene unfold with terrified eyes.

And I see hope in her beautiful damaged black orbs. Which pulls a string in my heart. Then I turn again to the man who is the reason for her agony standing at my gunpoint. A possessive gleam in his face shows me that whatever he saw in my face has raised his shackles.

"Stay out of this Mr.Rajputh." He says in a hard voice. A fool's request who is in my gunpoint. 

I don't take my eyes from him. I extend my arm and order gently "Shivanya? Come here." She stands slowly all the while balancing her weight on one leg and dragging the other.

She takes my hand with a firm grip her palm cold from fear. I push her gently behind me. I could hear her shallow breaths among the chaos. It's clear that she was having a panic attack.

"Mr.Rajputh, I am Shariq Raichand you know my father. He's the owner of the Raichand Groups & Holdings." Hearing his voice Shivanya grabs my jacket from behind. The asshole continues, "You go your merry way and I am getting married today. And then we won't have a problem." He finishes looking at the place where she has grabbed me.

At the mention of Pramod Raichand's name my anger accelerates to another level. Another day of a Raichand destroying someone's life.

Shivanya grips my suit jacket harder in an inhumane strength. She probably thinks I am going to leave. I take her hand and give her a reassuring squeeze.

Shariq The Sick Fuck notices this and raises his voice at me, "Take your fucking hands off her or else I'll cut off your arms!" I hear voices from outside. My men have arrived.