"𝑯𝒊𝒔 Bindani "

8. 2 days ✨

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As Veer approached with Raghav's royal sword in hand, the atmosphere grew tense. Siya's brother, previously steadfast, underwent a stark transformation. His expression twisted, and the color drained from his face, leaving him visibly pale—a clear manifestation of his fear.

Raghav, sensing the shift, released his hold on Siya's waist. Yet, her hand remained firmly entwined with his, a silent testament to her determination and support. Siya's brother, now frozen by fear and caught off guard, seemed paralyzed, unable to act as the gravity of the situation unfolded. The room, once filled with unspoken tensions, now crackled with a palpable sense of impending confrontation.

Raghav's hand moved with a deliberate slowness, his fingers curling around the hilt of his sword. The metal whispered against the scabbard as he drew it out, its edge catching the light for an instant before he brought it to his thumb. With a swift, practiced motion, he made a small cut, wincing as the blood began to flow. The crimson droplets gathered, then streamed down his hand.

He turned his gaze to Siya, whose eyes remained tightly shut, her body leaning heavily against him for support. There was a fragility to her in that moment, a stark contrast to the solemnity of the ritual he was about to complete. With a tenderness that belied the fierceness of his action, Raghav dipped his thumb into the well of blood and traced it along Siya's hairline. The stark red line stood out vividly against her skin, marking her irrevocably.

As he finished, he glanced up, his eyes locking with those of Siya's brother. The man stood rigid, his face a mask of fear and resignation. It was as though he had offered up himself to a lion, a creature of raw power and primal instinct. Yet, the brother did not realize the full truth. Raghav was no mere lion. He was a monster, a being of darker depths and more terrifying power. The realization of this fact loomed over them, a shadow that promised both protection and peril.

In that charged silence, the air seemed to hum with unspoken threats and unbreakable bonds. Raghav's actions had set something irrevocable into motion, a transformation as much internal as it was outward. The monster within him had been awakened.

Raghav's eyes were ablaze with anger as he glared in the direction of Siya's brothers. "Ab naam bhi leke dikha salle" (Now dare to even mention the name, scoundrels), he spat out, his voice thick with fury. The air crackled with tension as Raghav took a step forward, but in that instant, Siya's body gave way, and she collapsed into his arms.

The shift in Raghav was immediate and profound. The rage that had fueled him moments before dissipated, replaced by a deep and visceral fear for Siya. His movements, which had been driven by anger, now became gentle and careful. He cradled her against his chest, his expression softening as worry etched itself onto his features.

Raghav's mind raced as he slowly lifted Siya, her fragility stark against his strength. Each step he took was deliberate, his focus entirely on the unconscious figure in his arms. He could feel her shallow breaths against his neck, each one a reminder of her vulnerability.

"Veer," Raghav called out, his voice a mix of urgency and desperation. He needed help, and he needed it now. The fight that had seemed so important a moment ago was now a distant memory, eclipsed by his concern for Siya's well-being.

The world around him seemed to blur as Raghav carried Siya, his thoughts solely on getting her the care she needed. The confrontation with her brothers was now secondary; all that mattered was ensuring that Siya was safe.

Veer, lost in his own dramatic reverie, couldn't help but be struck by the actions of Raghav—a man shrouded in mystery, who had always kept his true identity hidden from the world. This enigmatic figure, who had never allowed anyone to get close to him, had just performed an act so uncharacteristic that it left Veer reeling.