His Bleeding Rose

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I am supposed to fight an army. But weakness? No. I wasn't weak. I was furious. I was everything but weak. The anger surged inside me like an unrelenting storm, ready to tear everything down in its path. These men—these fucking assholes—didn't know who they were dealing with. They didn't know me.

I didn't need weapons. Not when I had the fire inside me that could burn them all to the ground. I was born for this—born for moments like these. For battles like this. I had fought battles bigger than this, bloodier than this. This was just another one, another fight I would win.

I stepped out, my gaze hard, my steps like a predator stalking its prey. I had no fear. I wasn't afraid of dying. But I was damn sure not going to let them take my family from me.

I reached them. Reyansh was on his knees, his head bleeding. I didn't have time to mourn or panic. My mind was sharp. My focus was like a knife. Maa, terrified of blood, had passed out, while Niharika, Anamika, and Vriti Bhabhi were already clutching each other in terror. But I couldn't let fear take over. Adhiraj, Papa and Atharva Bhai stood as shields in front of the women, but I was the one who was going to end this.

"What's going on?" I demanded, my voice cutting through the chaos like steel slicing through flesh.

Nikolay turned and flashed me that twisted grin of his, like he thought this was some sick game. "Oh, hello, MA'AM," he sneered, as if he wasn't standing on the edge of a fucking massacre.

My fists clenched, and I took a step forward. "How dare you?" The words were barely a whisper, but they carried more venom than a hundred poison-tipped arrows.

He wasn't intimidated. No. He looked me up and down like I was a piece of meat to savor. "I didn't know you were his wife," he said, voice dripping with malice. "But this lovely woman here showed me the path I've been searching for all these years."

Before I could react, his eyes moved toward Deepender's wife. "You're not even worthy of being a woman," I snarled. "I'll rip every fucking organ out of your body, Mrs. Chaudhary, and then I'll enjoy every minute of it."

Her laugh came then—icy, cruel, like the sound of a blade slicing through flesh. But I didn't flinch. No. I didn't care. She was nothing. A piece of trash. And I would make sure she knew that.

"You're powerless," Nikolay taunted, his words dripping with confidence. "We're a hundred strong. What can you possibly do?"

I met his eyes. My voice was a low growl, every word carrying the weight of a thousand broken promises. "I don't need to fight you with numbers, you arrogant bastard. I'm the fucking storm, and this is my world. You're the one who's going to burn. Not me."

He scowled, his expression darkening. "Your attitude," he said, licking his lips. "I just love it. Before I kill you, I'll make sure I taste every inch of your filthy body."

I took a slow, deliberate breath, pushing the rage down deep inside me. Adhiraj moved toward him, but I raised my hand. I didn't need them. I was the one in charge here.