SHIDDAT ~ Where Love Burns With The Flames of Passion

A Gift of Thrill

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Yagyhavi's pov:

"Did you really think this small knife could save you and your friends?" he whispered near my ear, holding the knife to my neck.

His breath sent goosebumps all over my body.

He was so close to me, gripping the knife with his injured hand, and blood was still oozing from his wound, dripping onto my neck and clothes.

I could feel the warm, sticky sensation of his blood mixing with my sweat, and the tension in the room was palpable.

My mind raced, searching for a way to come out of this situation.

I saw as he leaned in closer to me again and said, "Did you like the taste of your own medicine?", his voice dripping with mockery.

"Huh?" I replied, not understanding his words.

This man was making me incredibly confused.

He didn't respond to me.

"Shyam Kaka," he called out suddenly. And then a middle-aged man appeared from somewhere in front of us.

The person named Shyam Kaka, his eyes widened for a second, probably because of the position Samar and I were in.

I saw this as an opportunity to escape, so I couldn't afford to miss it.

"Uncle, please help me," I pleaded, looking at Shyam Kaka. "Please help me save myself and my friends," I said, trying to wriggle out of Samar's grip.

But the more I struggled, the tighter his hold became.

Shyam Kaka looked at me, then at Samar.

I realized he wasn't going to help me. His eyes were fixed on Samar, clearly waiting for him to give some instruction before he took any action.

"Please, Shyam Kaka, help me," I begged again, desperation creeping into my voice.

But it was futile; the loyalty in Shyam Kaka's eyes was evident. He was waiting for Samar's command, and I knew then that I was on my own.

"Bring them here," Samar ordered, and Shyam Kaka nodded and left.

"Bring them here Who? Who's he bringing?" I thought frantically. "Could it be his client, the one he promised four girls to?"

Oh God, no, no, no!! Panic began to rise within me.

"What are you planning? Who is coming here?" I asked Samar, my voice trembling but he didn't give any response.

I struggled harder against his grip, my heart racing.

"You can't do this," I said, my voice shaking. "Please, you don't have to do this." But his expression remained cold and unyielding.

Then, to my surprise, he let go of me. He removed his hand from my neck, the knife still in it, and took a step away from me.

I looked at him, confused.

And the very next moment, I heard a voice I had been longing to hear.

"Yagyhavi," Rashmi called from behind.

I instantly turned around.

Rashmi, Navya, and Aakriti were standing there with Shyam Kaka. I looked at them from head to toe and then ran towards them.

"Oh my God! Are you guys alright?" I asked, searching for any signs of injury, but found none.

"We're fine, Yagyhavi. Are you okay? Why do you look like this? What happened here?" Rashmi asked, her worry mirrored on the faces of Navya and Aakriti too.