The Sisodia heirs stood unrivaled in control and possession, their world a testament to their might. To onlookers, their lives were a manifestation of perfection, with their family and surname commanding respect, prestige, and reputation.
Yet, behi...
(Why are you staring at me? Say some dialogue, do some action.)
Aayansh holds his head in one hand, helplessly looking at the fat-headed girl pushing him like a scapegoat.
"No one can save you both from us," one of the men sneers, standing a few steps away from them.
"You save yourself first," Jivika challenges him in the same tone, peeking from behind Aayansh.
"You also say something." She nudges Aayansh, and he recovers from the shock, realizing the situation was spiraling out of control.
"I doubt if you were ever my well-wisher," he spats to her, bewildered, before racking his brain.
Aayansh bends down and takes sand in his hands. In an instant, he stands and throws it in the air, making it difficult for the men to step ahead. The sand gets in their eyes, blurring their vision.
"Bhaag bewakoof aurat!" Tugging Jivika's wrist, he shouts, his eyes darting back frantically while she stands there, stupefied. He pulls her with him, sprinting towards his car.
(Run, you stupid woman.)
"Aurat kisko bola? Aur wo bhi bewakoof?" Jivika demands, infuriated, despite struggling to match his pace.
(Whom are you calling a stupid woman?)
"Tumhe!" Aayansh replies, catching his ragging breath. They reach the car, and moving to the driver's seat, he shouts, "Hurry up, get inside."
(You!)
Jivika protests, her tone taking a reminder note, "This makes us cowards." She stands on the opposite side, hesitation etched on her face.
"That's better than being a handicapped hero." Aayansh punches in the air, his face screwing up in a scowl, and Jivika approves, saying, "Point."
She hurriedly slides into the passenger seat beside him, and he starts the car. Those men hastily make their way towards them when their view become clear. He takes a U-turn after reversing the car and drives fast, making it impossible for them to follow.
As they speed away, Jivika and Aayansh let out a sigh of relief, murmuring "Thank God" in unison.
Aayansh faces her, saying, "Actually, you should be thanking me."
"Thank you, Aayansh," she replies without any argument, her tone making it difficult for him to discern if she was genuine or sarcastic.
He hums in response, choosing to believe she was sincere, before asking, "How do you land in troubles? I really want to know that why is it always you."
