"𝑯𝒊𝒔 Bindani "

7. Rajputani Talwar ❤️‍🔥

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Authors pov

Siya's voice trembled with desperation.

"Veer ji, please... Mr. Unknown ko bula dijiye [please call Mr. Unknown]... vo hi Hume bacha sakte hai [only he can save us]..."

Tears streamed down her face, mixing with the dirt and blood. She could barely speak, her breaths were shallow and weak.

She was about to faint, her body swaying and her eyelids barely open. It was clear she had no energy left. Her clothes were drenched in her own blood, a sign of the horror she had faced. Her chunari was missing, probably lost while she was running.

Siya's situation was critical. She needed help fast, and the only hope was for Mr. Unknown to come and save her.

As Veer heard those words, shock rippled through him at the sight of her in such a state. Just hours ago, he had ensured [that] she was safely home, and now, she had been attacked again.

His instinct was to move towards her, to offer comfort and support, but before he could react, the heavy footsteps of the palace's king echoed down the staircase.

Veer froze momentarily, caught between his concern for her and the imminent presence of authority. The king's voice rang out, breaking the tense silence, "Kya ho raha hai, Veer?" (What is happening, Veer?)

It was a question loaded with expectation, hinting at the gravity of the situation that had unfolded under his watch.

As he walked down the stairs, everyone looked at him. His eyes were locked on Siya, and seeing her like that stirred something inside him. Anger flared up, his veins bulged, and anxiety overwhelmed him, turning his face red.

His eyes blazed fiercely, as if they could burn someone just by looking at them.

In that critical moment, all his anger dissipated as she approached, holding his hand gently, and said, "Hukum, Hume bachha le vo log yaha aate hi honge." (Order, they'll come here as soon as possible.)

Her words carried a weight of urgency and fear that gripped him instantly. His sole focus now shifted to her, her presence calming yet alarming at the same time.

The sight of her blood made him tense, the stark contrast against her pale skin a stark reminder of the danger they were in.

Her half-open eyes conveyed vulnerability that struck deep, stirring emotions he struggled to contain.

She seemed life itself to him now, fragile yet resilient in her own right.

The thought of anything happening to her filled him with dread, a fear that made his hands tremble like those of a man poised for revenge yet uncertain of his next move.

With a sense of urgency, he gently guided her towards a sofa, his actions deliberate yet filled with concern.

But she continued to murmur anxiously, her words a desperate plea tinged with a sense of impending doom, "Vo mar denge Hume bachha lo, vo Hume maar denge..." (They will kill us, save us, they will kill us...)

In that moment, the weight of responsibility settled heavily upon him.

This unknown girl, her fate now intertwined with his, represented not only a mystery but a pressing need for protection against an unseen threat looming large.

He carefully positioned her on the sofa and said, "Aapko behad chot lagi hai..." (You are severely injured...)

He paused briefly, gripping her hands tightly as her head rested against the sofa's back.