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"Why do you want her?"
"God! Fine I'll tell you. Just because of you, mu parents disowned me and hers had already named everything under her name. All we need her to do is to name all that to us, just a signature and we'll let you go."
The fuck!
After telling us about the actual reason he gave a pen and a paper to Anjali.
"Sign it sweetheart, I'll let you both go."
"Don't call me that fucker."
I am proud of you baby. Anjali and Drishti are standing close to the door alongwith Ronit and the woman holding Anjali. Right now all of their attention are on the paper. So I move one of my hand which is now free from those men's grip. We were standing just beside my table so I could easily open the drawer.
I found the gun from the drower and pulled it out. I always keep it here for safety reasons. The men look at me with horror and raise their hands.
"You don't want to die right now, do you little sister?"
Drishti asked while holding Anjali's arms tightly.
"That seems more like your plan. "
They look at me with what I felt like was fear and shock.
"You know a lot about the Seths right, so you must also know what happens when there are guns in our hands?"
I asked Ronit and he gulped in fear. Oh God, I love the scene.
Drishti moved quickly towards Anjali but before she could cause any harm I pulled her closer hiding her small frame with my body.
Nobody can harm her while I am alive. My grip on her wrist firm, neither too tight nor too loose amd I point the gun towards her baby bump.
"What if I accidentally pull the trigger huh?"
All the colours drained out of their faces and Anjali's grip tightened on my wrist. I am not gonna kill infront of her. Afterall she's her sister .
"You aren't going to do that."
"Or maybe I am."
I am making them taste their own medicine.
"Get the fuck out of here and don't you dare to come infront of us anymore, if you do I'll make sure that little creature growing inside your womb is the first one to die."
Drishti securely wrapped her hand around her bump, chalo atleast she has a motherly feeling for the baby.
They walk out of the cabin and I observe her from head to toe.
"You fine?"
I engulfed her in my embrace. She hummed slowly and wrapped her hands around my neck.
She's my life. My life will have no purpose without her. I can never loose her.
The cuts and bruises on her body are acting like a knife, splitting my heart into uncountable pieces. It makes me feel incapable.
I feel like the worst man in the world. A complete failure who couldn't even protect his own woman.
"I love you Manav."
My self - cursing session came to an end as I heard her say that.
"I failed to protect you baby I am sorry."
I kiss the back of her hand, we were in the car going to her place.
"You didn't fail, I am alright."
Her voice was reassuring. God, she's do pure and divine. So precious, how can someone ever think of hurting her.
I parked the car and we walked inside. My hands were tightly intertwined with hers.
I don't know if its my fear of loosing her or my possessiveness but I have rarely left her since the last 30 minutes.
We sat inside with both of our parents, I walk to one of the washroom to take care of my wounds, while hers are treated by my mother. She's a doctor afterall.
"Beta come sit here."
I heard aunty saying that and turned around.
"You are injured as well, let me treat your wounds."
Her voice was soft and she sounded polite but I could feel the heaviness under that.
I nod and sat on the couch while she brought another first-aid box. She treated my wounds carefully.
"For all the things my elder daughter did, I am sorry. I am really ashamed of her acts."
Uncle spoke and we all looked at him. My father stood up and patted uncle's shoulder.
"You are not at fault for all those. Don't apologize."
He nodded and both of them moved towards uncle's study.
Our mothers were done with treating our injuries and they went inside aunty's room not after checking on us for one last time.
Now it was just us. I stood up and picked her up in my arms walking towards her room.
I locked the room and sat on the bed with her in my lap.
After that incident loss of touch from her even for a second is making my heart race. Is this fear?
I slowly move forward my eyes fixed on her lips. Placing my lips on her plum ones I kiss her. The kiss was slow and she was moving in the same pace as me. I poured all my fear and insecurities in the kiss, and she reluctantly accepted it.
The kiss was slow and gentle maybe this is the first time that we weren't kissing each other like hungry horny dogs.
I tilted her head to the right to deepen the kiss and slowly slid my tongue inside her mouth earning a mumbled moan from her. My hands went inside her top, caressing her bare back, while she ran her fingers through my black locks.
My hand was just on the hook of her bra when we heard a loud gasp followed by the loud noise of glass breaking.
"What in the world were the two of you doing!?"
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The Forbidden Affair
Short Story'She's my fiancée's little sister.' No matter how many times I remind this to myself, my thoughts keep going back to her. The scene infront of me should break me apart. But I feel more than fine watching my boyfriend make out with some girl. It's a...