Burning Hearts

123. 𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐯𝐚'𝐬 𝐕𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

Chapter-123

Shiva's POV

There are times when I have thought about Parul going away from me. And it always brought a deep pain in my chest. Paaru likes to call it a heart. She owns it and she can call it whatever she wants to.

And sickly I have thought-once or twice about the situation we were in a few minutes ago. The field that I am in doesn't promise safety. I have blood on my hands and my enemies would be waiting hungrily for the right time to strike just like this sick son of a bitch did. Brunda Khatri.

Both times, my heart sped and trailers of many-uncountable scenes have played before my eyes. And none of them made me feel like what I felt twenty minutes ago.

I have experienced fear. I have experienced heartbreak but this, I cannot explain in words.

The terror that I felt when this bleeding piece of shit pointed a knife at her was beyond words. I have never felt it. Never.

Because I knew that bloody blade might have sunk into her skin at any moment. And I swear to everything sacred and all the holy gods, I would have brought hell down to the earth. I would have wrecked his life so fucking bad that the generations to come would suffer.

He dared to touch my wife! My Paaru! My fucking world. And if that's not a sin enough, he said many things to her and tried to assault her. Like the fuck I would allow him to breathe in the same air as her after this fucking show.

He will not. No further discussion. He will die, painfully and slowly and Brutally.

I was burning in rage. The fire consumed my whole self and I think this bloody bastard could see it in my eyes. He was fucking shivering. Should be. I will pluck his eyes out, bare-handed.

When he asked me to kneel, I did not feel anything. Nothing. He thought I wouldn't kneel for her? This fucked up creature doesn't know the depths of my love for her.

If I was ready to let her go, If I'm willing to change for her, If I am willing to walk through hell for her, then kneeling for her is a piece of shit.

He could publish it all he wanted. I don't care. But sadly he cannot. Because he will die, right now and here.

I should've known better when I got a call from an unknown number but I took the bait and If he was man enough to hurt me or do whatever the fuck he wanted to do, I would have fucking clapped. But this, this is not a game anymore.

The moment his filthy hands touched my wife, he gave the call for war and I will win it again and again until nothing is left of him.

He will be disappeared from the face of world but the world will never forget the way he died. Because he will get one of the most painful deaths and the world will remember what Shiva Raj Aras did to Brunda for touching his wife. It will be etched in the books of history.

I was so fucking ready for the kill when I felt a soft-bloodied hand clasping mine.

Paaru doesn't want to leave me alone.

" Paaru, you are bleeding..." I was as gentle as I could be but she also knew I was losing it, not because I wanted to kill Brunda. Because she was bleeding and I don't like it the fucking bit.

" I know...it's not that deep...I will stay here..." She batted her lashes. Gosh, she is so fucking beautiful.

I was about to dismiss her when she cupped my face. I swear my heart skipped a beat.

" As much as I hate violence, I will stand by you in every step you take. I want to be with you" Desperation flickered in her beautiful honey eyes. " I will embrace every shade of you with open arms," She said, looking into my eyes.