BEPANAH

5) His Wife

*Zoya's POV*

I was terrified as four more goons appeared behind the one pointing the gun at us. Ayan held my hand firmly and pushed the goon with such force that the goon stumbled and fell to the ground.

The 4 goons from behind pointed the gun towards Ayan "shoot a single bullet from these guns and I'll make you regret your life choices, don't you dare touch my wife again".

In that heart-pounding moment I looked at him with shock ,his word resonated deeply within me. The way he called me "his wife" in the face of danger sent a rush of emotions through me.

In that tense moment, my gaze shifted to Ayan, seeking reassurance .The threat of violence hung heavy in the air as they declared their intent to take me, even at the cost of Ayan's life.

Suddenly I heard a gun shot my eyes closed , my heart beat so fast as if my heart would pound out of my chest. I slowly opened my eyes with the fear of losing Ayan because of me.

To my surprise one of the goons was lying on the floor with a bullet shot on his leg while the others were standing with their hands up. Ayan turned towards me and held my shoulders.

"Are you ok?" I nodded . He held my hand and asked me to stand at a side he dragged me to. "Stay here" he was about to leave when I held his hand saying "where are you going?"."Don't worry I'll handle them". He said in a reassuring tone and left.
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*Ayan's POV*

I could feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins as I asked Zoya to stay safe inside. My heart pounded with determination as I confronted the group of goons. With a surge of courage, I lunged forward, snatching their weapons and swiftly disarming them.

I led them out of the mosque, my mind focused on protecting Zoya and ensuring her safety. The priest's worried gaze followed me as I faced the goons "Wait for me" I told the priest and dragged the goons out of the mosque.

Anger fueled my every move as I fought fiercely, each punch landing with a resounding impact.But then, I saw him-the fifth goon who dared to lay a hand on Zoya. Fury consumed me as I pushed him to the ground, my fists raining down on him with relentless force.

"How dare you touch Zoya, how dare you? I asked you to stay away, but you didn't listen. Now face the consequences of touching MY WIFE," I growled through gritted teeth, each punch fueled by a mix of protectiveness and rage.

My knuckles throbbed, blood mixing with the sweat on my hands as I unleashed my fury on the assailant. "Stop Ayan" Sikander intervened, his voice cutting through the haze of anger that clouded my vision.

He held me back, his grip strong yet gentle, preventing me from crossing a dangerous line in my quest for retribution. Despite my burning desire to kill him , I somehow controlled myself.

"Enough, Ayan, look at him! What's wrong with you? You never lose your calm like that. We'll see what to do with them, but not here on a road with people watching us, okay," Sikander's voice cut through the chaos, his words a soothing balm to my raging emotions.

"Calm down" His reassurance grounded me, reminding me of who I truly was-a man of strength and composure, not consumed by blind fury but today I had allowed my anger to cloud my judgment, to push me to the edge of recklessness.

"Don't worry, I'll handle this, but MY WIFE?" he asked, uncertainty lacing his words as he sought clarification on my earlier statement.

"Oh yeah, actually, they were coming after Zoya with weapons and clearly I didn't have any. They could easily shoot me and take her, so I married her," I explained, the weight of my decision heavy in the air.

The memory of that chaotic moment when danger loomed large flooded back. The only way to stop her marriage was to make her mine in the eyes of the law. In that instant , all I had in mind was the promise to shield her from harm at any cost.

I turned to look at Sikander, who stood there straight, his eyes wide in shock at my revelation. "So you married her to save her?" he asked, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I'm saying," I replied, my tone serious and resolute. In that moment, the gravity of my actions and the depth of my commitment to Baba shone at me.

"Okay but we'll talk about this later" he said, still recovering from the shock. "Right now, you have to get home; Uncle Azhar is waiting for you," he continued, handing me the car keys.

"No, you take Zoya in the car. I have to handle them," I insisted, feeling the weight of responsibility pressing down on me. The turmoil of emotions swirled within me.

"That can't happen, you know Uncle very well. He won't take any medicine or food until you get home safely. So, you go with Zoya I mean, you go with Bhabhiii. I'll take them with me," Sikander explained, earning a glare from me at the mention of the word 'Bhabhi'.
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*Zoya's POV*

"It's been almost 20 minutes since I'm sitting here, but he hasn't come back yet," I whispered to myself, a sense of unease creeping in. I stood up to see what was happening outside.

But Suddenly, he appeared out of the blue and stood in front of me. "Let's go home," he said, taking the lead and starting to walk, but I hesitated, rooted to the spot.

After taking a few steps, he turned around, seemingly unfazed. "What!! Are you waiting for me to take you in my arms?" he quipped. "Ah, I-I can't go back to that house. You can leave me anywhere else I won't say a word but not there.." a tear escaped from my eye, betraying my inner turmoil.

"Shhhh" he reassured me, closing the distance between us. "Who said you were going to that house? You are coming with me to my house," he declared, his voice firm yet comforting.

He took a deep breath, as if gathering his resolve, then paused before continuing, "And remember this no one can touch you now!! No one" his eyes ablaze with protective anger. With a gentle yet firm grip, he held my hand and started walking.

Author's Note 🧕🏻: Hello people I'm back with a short but timely update. I couldn't write a bigger chapter because I was unwell so the next chapter would be 2000 words😉 till then read this and enjoy🫶🏻

1000+ words
1/7/2024