Threads of Love

19. A new enemy

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At night, Kashi was combing her hair before sleeping. Shivansh was sitting on the sofa, working on his laptop. The room was quiet, with only the soft rustling of pages and the occasional click of keys breaking the silence.

In the back side of the palace, shadows moved silently, unseen by the guards patrolling the grounds. A group of men, dressed in black and armed, stealthily made their way toward the palace.

The leader of the group, a tall man with a scar running down his cheek, motioned for his men to stop. "Remember, we're here to kill Shivansh. No one else matters. We need to be quick and silent." he whispered

Another man, stockier with a menacing glare, nodded. "I still don't understand why we can't just take them all out. It would send a stronger message." said another man.

The leader shook his head. "Our orders are clear. Shivansh is the target. If we succeed, the rest will fall into chaos on their own. Now, move." said a man.

As they crept closer to the palace, the men communicated through hand signals, ensuring they remained undetected. They reached a side entrance, usually reserved for staff, and the leader picked the lock swiftly. The door swung open with a faint creak, and they slipped inside.

Meanwhile, in Shivansh and Kashi's room, Kashi finished combing her hair and approached Shivansh. " Hukum, after all the reception party aren't you tired with all the day?" asked Kashi.

Shivansh looked up from his laptop and smiled. "Just a few more minutes, Kashi. I need to finish this report for tomorrow's meeting." said Shivansh.

Kashi sighed but nodded, understanding his dedication. "Alright, but don't stay up too late." said Kashi.

Suddenly, the sound of faint footsteps echoed down the hall outside their room. Kashi's ears perked up, and she frowned. "Did you hear that?" said Kashi.

Shivansh paused, listening carefully. "Stay here." he instructed, rising from the sofa and quietly moving toward the door. Before opening the door, he picked the gun from behind the vase. He opened it a crack and peeked out, seeing nothing but sensing something was off.

Down the hallway, the intruders whispered among themselves. "We need to find his room quickly. We can't risk being discovered." the leader said, his voice barely audible. One of the men, peering around a corner, whispered back, "I think it's this way." said another man.

As they moved closer to Shivansh and Kashi's room, the tension in the air thickened. Kashi, unable to ignore her growing anxiety, joined Shivansh at the door. "What is it?" she asked softly. Shivansh shook his head. "I'm not sure, but something feels wrong. Stay behind me." he said.

Just as he finished speaking, a loud thud came from the hallway, followed by hurried footsteps. Shivansh opened the door wider, stepping out into the hall. The intruders were just a few steps away, their eyes widening in surprise at the sight of Shivansh.

"Who are you?" Shivansh demanded, his voice firm and commanding. The leader stepped forward, his hand reaching for a concealed weapon. "Your worst nightmare." he sneered, lunging forward.

Shivansh was quick, dodging the attack and grabbing a nearby vase, hurling it at the attacker. The vase shattered, and the commotion alerted the guards. Shouts and hurried footsteps filled the palace as the guards rushed to the scene.

Kashi, witnessing the confrontation, grabbed a nearby lamp and swung it at another intruder who tried to approach Shivansh from behind. The lamp connected with a satisfying thud, and the man staggered back, clutching his head.