𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐄𝐜𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐲 ( 𝐃𝐮𝐞𝐭 : 𝟎𝟏 )

28 | Scared

The more time she takes to open her eyes, the more my fear grows. The frown on my head will not cease unless and until she'll give me her beautiful eyes. I am holding her hands, and God knows how long it has been. I simply cannot take my eyes away from her.

Assuring my family members that it was due to exhaustion was needed, or else there are fair chances that my mother would have surely deteriorated her health. One of my women is lying on the bed, and I will never take the risk of making another important woman of my life go through the same.

I need to increase her security. There is no
way in hell that I will let something like this happen again. Diya is stubborn. Even the simple term security makes her face fall. No matter how similar she is to me, Diya always likes freedom; she is not the kind of woman to whom you can bind yourself without her will. If she wants to leave, then there is no power in this universe that can stop her from leaving.

Yet, I am stubborn too, probably more than her. She does not have to know that there will be people watching her against her will, studying her environment, and watching each and every step she will take. My chest has been feeling heavy all this time. The more I look at her pale skin, the more this growing discomfort has been taking over my heart, making me lose my senses.

This won't fade unless and until I make them suffer to even think about Diya, let alone cause any harm to her.

I tucked her hand inside the comforter, carefully watching her sleep soundly as I rose from the side of the bed. The room is already cold; there is no need to turn the AC on. Picking my phone from the table to call the person who is reliable to get me the sources regarding this matter. I closed the door cautiously my way out.

Aarav.

My brother is good at everything but there is one thing at which he is exceptional.

Stalking.

And if the information is provided by him, there is no way that can be inaccurate.

Finding his contact on the speed dial, I called him and as usual he picked up in the first ring itself. He never misses my call. No matter how busy he is.

" Bhai " He acknowledged the moment he picked up.

" I need everything on my desk tomorrow" I voiced out calmly but that didn't stopped me from gripping on the glass railing in a death grip. My jaw clenched on their own accord and the memory of my siblings's uncontrollable sobs with my wife's teary gaze blurred my vision with raw, unfiltered rage.

That motherfucker will pay this, I'll make sure of it.

" Working on it, Bhai. You better be ready for the show" Aarav gritted out. There is one thing we Agnihotry men cannot bear and that is someone trying to point out or cause any harm to our women. My father might act like a saint infront of my mother but he will take him own personal time in ripping off the enthrals of the person who let even looked at his woman or his kids. Make it his girls. His boys are capable of taking care of everything. They are not the same little boys anymore. Aarav and I, we both are responsible for our family and one should get pass through our dead body to look at our family members.