LOVE SOAKED

CHAPTER-24 Fuck!!!

ASHER

A sharp knock at the door cut through the chatter, momentarily silencing everyone.

Trisha, being gracious, stood and crossed the room, a gentle smile playing on her lips.  As the door swung open, the smile vanished, replaced by a gasp.  A hulking figure stood before her, clad in a poorly fitting police uniform, a glint of metal catching the light in his hand.  It wasn't a badge, not like the ones the real cops wore.  It was a gun, aimed squarely at Trisha's head.

My world lurched into slow motion.  Adrenaline flooded my system, turning my limbs to lead and my vision to a tunnel focused solely on the weapon and the tremor in Trisha's hand.  Before I could react, the intruder shoved his way into the room, his voice a guttural growl.

"Everyone down, now!"

He barked the order with a ferocity that left no room for argument.  My parents, white-faced and trembling, sank onto the plush sofa.  Fury, hot and primal, surged through me.  No one, no one threatened the woman I loved.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled, my voice tight with controlled rage.

The man scoffed, a humorless sound that sent shivers down my spine.  "Just business, pretty boy," he sneered.  He shoved Trisha roughly against the wall, the gun never wavering from her head.

"Sign these papers," he barked, slamming a sheaf of documents onto the coffee table.  A quick glance told me they were legal documents, official-looking with a mountain of legalese that made my head spin.  But one thing was clear – these papers were designed to drain my family's fortune dry.

The truth slammed into me with the force of a freight train.  This was Abhay kashyaps doing, Anna's ruthless father.  He was using Trisha as leverage, forcing my parents to sign away everything to save their son's new girlfriend.  That bastard.

My parents, seemed to have reached the same conclusion.  They fumbled with the papers, their hands trembling violently.  But their compliance wasn't enough for the goon.  He wanted me broken, submissive.

"Sign faster, old man," he snarled at my father.  "Unless you want to watch your precious son snd possible daughter in law bleed out."

He punctuated his threat by swinging the gun towards me.  In a heartbeat, I was in motion.  I lunged across the coffee table, fueled by a desperate need to protect Trisha.

The first blow connected with a sickening crunch.  My fist met the goon's jaw with a satisfying crack.  He stumbled back, momentarily surprised, and I pressed my advantage.  Another punch slammed into his temple, this one drawing a grunt of pain.  The fight was on.

We grappled in a whirlwind of fists and fury.  The living room turned into a battlefield, furniture overturned and glass shattering underfoot.  The goon was bigger, heavier, but I was driven by a primal need to protect Trisha.

He landed a brutal blow to my ribs, the air whooshing out of my lungs in a painful gasp.  Sharp, hot pain lanced through my side, a sickening confirmation of a cracked rib.  Blood, metallic and warm, dripped down my chin, a testament to a split lip.  But I ignored it.  Focused on the brute and the terrified woman he held hostage.

A knee connected with my gut, the sudden impact doubling me over.  Gasping for breath, I sprawled on the carpet, vision swimming.   I heard the goon laugh, a cruel, echoing sound.

"Pathetic," he spat.  Just as I started to push myself up, a sickening crack echoed through the room.  The goon froze, one hand reaching for his back.  He looked down, his eyes widening in shock.  A new addition  - a wickedly serrated knife protruding from his spine.

The door.  I hadn't heard it open.  But standing at the threshold, another figure emerged.  A tall, broad-shouldered man with a cold, calculating stare.  He wore a black suit, the picture of a professional killer.  His hand still gripped the hilt of the knife buried in the goon's back.

And in his other hand, he held a gun, pointed directly at Trisha's head.

My heart plummeted into my stomach.  One threat neutralized, another arose. I shouldve joined the mafia like my brother, maybe then I would've learnt how to fucking fight.

Just as I was about to go in for another fight....