𝑹𝒐𝒚𝒂𝒍 𝑫𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒕

7. Her

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He felt like he had been punched in the gut, his mind reeling with shock nd disbelief. How was this possible? What was she doing here?

Kiyaan's eyes remained fixed on her, his grip on his whiskey glass tightening as he struggled to process what he was seeing. He knew he had to get to her, had to talk to her, had to know why she was here. But his legs seemed rooted to the spot, unable to move.

Kiyaan's trance-like state was shattered when he saw the guy pull her close, his hands roaming her body, his lips inches from her neck. A surge of possessiveness nd anger coursed through Kiyaan's veins, his eyes darkening with a fierce intensity.

Without conscious thought, Kiyaan moved towards the group, his strides long and purposeful. The music, the lights, the crowd - everything faded into the background as he zeroed in on the girl nd the guy who dared to touch her.

As he approached, the guy sensed his presence nd turned, a look of arrogance nd entitlement on his face. But Kiyaan's gaze wasn't on him - it was on the girl, her eyes wide nd uncertain as she look in Kiyaan's towering form she was whole drunk nd was trying to open her eyes. As her nd kiyaan eyes meet she felt she was drowning in them but kiyaan broke the eyelock nd look at the guy whereas the girl just pouted nd tried to understand what was happening

Kiyaan's grip on the guy's hand was like a vice, his eyes blazing with a fierce warning. You don't touch her, he growled, his voice low nd menacing.

The guy, still trying to assert his dominance, sneered at Kiyaan.

Guy: nd who's going to stop me?

Kiyaan's smile was cold nd calculated.

Kiyaan: i am.

He dragged the guy towards the washroom, not wanting to create a scene in front of the crowd. But as they moved away, the girl suddenly cried out in distress.

Oh no, my dress mumma

Kiyaan turned to see her frantically trying to brush off the wine stain on her dress. Without hesitation, she turned nd hurried towards the bathroom area, leaving Kiyaan alone with the guy.

The guy, sensing his chance, tried to wriggle free from Kiyaan's grasp.

Guy: let me go, man. This doesn't concern you.

But Kiyaan's grip only tightened. You're not going anywhere  he snarled, his eyes flashing with anger.

Nd with that, he pushed the guy into the washroom, following close behind. The door swung shut behind them, leaving the music nd laughter of the party to continue uninterrupted. But in the washroom, a different kind of drama was about to unfold. Kiyaan was beating the guy banging his head on wall punching him nd kicking him.

The girl, still trying to clean the wine stain, suddenly felt like she was being watched. She turned around, only to find seven pairs of eyes fixed on her, their gazes filled with lust nd desire. She felt a shiver run down her spine as she realized she was surrounded.

But then, she saw him. Kiyaan. Her Mr. Savior. He was standing in the doorway, his eyes blazing with anger nd protectiveness. He had just finished dealing with the guy who had been touching her nd now he was ready to take on the rest.

Without hesitation, Kiyaan strode towards the group, his presence commanding attention. Leave her alone he growled, his voice low and menacing.

The guys, sensing danger, backed off slowly, their eyes fixed on Kiyaan's towering form. The girl, still trying to process what was happening, stumbled backwards, her eyes fixed on Kiyaan. She was going to fall but kiyaan hold her not to let her body touch the ground.