YOU NEVER WALK ALONE

26-Pretty

AUTHOR'S POV-

"This beautiful lady right here is Sarakshi Rashvik Singh, MY WIFE"  Rashvik declared, his voice firm yet seething with anger.

Sarakshi continued to look at him as his furious gaze remained fixed on the other man. She felt his grip tighten around her, pulling her even closer. She lowered her gaze and lightly rested her head on his shoulder, feeling the comfort of his protective hold. At that moment, she felt a profound sense of safety, a feeling she hadn't realized she was missing until now.

Rashvik's body was tense, a protective shield around her. She could feel the rapid beat of his heart against her cheek.

Rashvik chuckled and said icily, "Looks like you have forgotten me. Do I need to remind you who I am?"

The other man, visibly taken aback, his smug expression faltering, stammered, "I didn't know she was your wife, Mr. Singh."

"Now you do," Rashvik replied in a cold tone. "Stay away from her."

People around them started whispering and chattering, the air buzzing with the unexpected revelation. Rashvik had basically announced their marriage to everyone present. Sarakshi moved her gaze around, seeing the curious faces, but none of it mattered to her. She was in his arms, in her husband's arms, and that was all that counted.

"I was just—" the man began, but Rashvik cut him off with a glare.

"Just leaving" Rashvik finished for him, his voice leaving no room for argument.

"Relax, Mr. Singh, why are you being so possessive? I just hugged her, that's all" the man shamelessly said, though his voice still held a hint of terror.

"Hugging her without her consent, FORCEFULLY" Rashvik said, gritting his teeth. "You think I didn't see what you were trying to do?"

"Calm down, you're making a big fuss about a small thing" the man replied, backing away, his voice low.

"I'm making a big fuss, right? Fine, I'll make sure you apologize for this 'small thing'" Rashvik put his hands on the man's shoulder and gave it a light pat, continuing, "I'll make sure you pay for your actions. It'll be worse than the last time." His voice was dangerously low, seething with anger, his gaze fixed on the man, boring straight into his soul.

The other man visibly shivered. He had dug his own grave by trying to be a smart-ass in front of Rashvik. The last time something like this happened, he had begged Rashvik to get his company back. But it looked like he hadn't learned his lesson.

"I—" the man began, but Rashvik cut him off mid-sentence.

"Now, either you leave this party, or I will throw you out myself because I don't fucking want to see your face. I don't care if this is my party or not" he grabbed the man's shirt collar harshly as he spoke, his grip tightened.

The room fell silent, the tension palpable. Rashvik's friends and colleagues watched with concern, knowing well enough not to intervene when he was this enraged. The man's face drained of color as he realized the gravity of his mistake. With a reluctant nod, he began to stammer an apology, but Rashvik's eyes bore into him, making it clear that words would not be enough.

"Get out" Rashvik growled, releasing the man with a shove. Sarakshi watched the scene unfold, amazement flickering in her eyes as she witnessed Rashvik's display of power. She had always known he was respected and reputed in the business world, but she hadn't realized just how formidable he truly was.