MOHSIN'S POV
It was Sunday evening , I asked my guards to find out who bullied Shivangi, the sight of hers yesterday, when I called out her name in search for her when she went missing from college, I saw her standing near a wall, her form barely visible through her tears. My heart sank at the sight of her, and I rushed towards her with every ounce of energy I had. I could see the pain and embarrassment etched across her face, and it tore at me.
When I finally reached her, She was crying, and the sight of her made my heart ache. Her hair was a mess, her bag was broken, and there was a visible stain on her pants.
Without a word, I wrapped her in a tight embrace, my hands smoothing over her back as she continued to cry. I felt her tears soaking into my clothes, and despite everything, I knew the most important thing was to make her feel safe. I quickly took off my coat and wrapped it around her, hoping it would offer both warmth and some cover.
Lifting her gently into my arms, I carried her to the car, my grip steady but gentle. I could feel her trembling against me, and I tried to focus on offering her the comfort she needed. Her tears continued to fall as I placed her in the passenger seat and settled into the driver’s side. I could make out someone bullied her but that wasn't a time to ask her that so I controlled my anger.
Currently now, My team tracked the ones and located the bullies at a high-end club, I arrived with a focused resolve. The club's lively atmosphere starkly contrasted with the gravity of the situation. I identified the bullies near the bar, their earlier arrogance now replaced by nervous tension as they noticed my approach.
Without hesitation, I confronted them. My presence commanded immediate attention, and the room fell silent. I grabbed one of the bullies by the collar, pulling him away from his group and punched his face without wasting a time. The others tried to intervene, but I tried to give them a set of punches. They can't mess with me. I even saw some girls standing with them in fear.
My anger translating into each blow. The bullies stumbled and fell. The nightclub's vibrant atmosphere was momentarily eclipsed by the confrontation, their fear palpable as I ensured they felt the consequences of their actions.
I stepped forward, my expression a mix of authority and cold resolve. "Listen carefully," I began, my voice steady and unyielding. "You've caused my wife immense pain, and tonight's actions were a direct response to that. But understand this, if you ever think of targeting her again, or anyone else in a similar way, you will face consequences far greater than what you've experienced tonight."
The bullies, their faces marked by fear, nodded vigorously. I continued, "This is your only warning. You have no idea the extent of resources I have at my disposal. Consider this a chance to reflect and change your ways before it's too late. Touch my wife again and you will be dead!" I said in a sharp voice. I didn't hit them much hard, lucky them.
I left the club, before returning to her I went to her college for some work purpose. Finishing the things, I went back to home.
As I step into the grand foyer of our home, the familiar scent of fresh flowers and polished wood greets me. My eyes find their way to the table in the hall, where I found my wife busy with her college work. She was surrounded by textbooks and notes.
Her few hair strands falling out on her beautiful face. It’s clear she’s been at this for a while. I notice the subtle signs of discomfort in her posture and the small heating pad she’s using to soothe cramps. The papers around her are strewn in a way that suggests frustration. "Dedicated Student" I spoke, my suite was hanging on my arm. I came towards her with a bunch of chocolates and ice cream. That would surely give her relief. She looked at me and the table which was a mess. "I - I thought you would come late" she spoke seeing the mess she made on the table. "I came for you" that's the truth, saying this I sat beside her handling over the bag of ice cream and chocolates. I noticed her cheeks turning red. I like that!!
"I didn't asked you for these" she said innocently, "But you needed it" I replied. I saw the precious smile on her face. She started eating the ice cream. "Don't try to fool me next time" I said sharply but not so that she gets scared. I don't want her to be scared of me. I looked at her, she paused eating her ice-cream. She didn't looked at me. "No one can ever touch what's mine" the words came out by itself, but that's the truth. She is mine, if anyone dared to hurt her again then they will meet the heaven soon.
She looked at me, the innocence in her eyes, the scareness on her face. "I will never harm you, never. Don't be scared, eat" I chuckled and I noticed she felt relieved. I rubbed her back head gently while she continues to eat her favourite ice cream like a baby.
"Thank you" she said after finishing, I raised my eyebrows asking why?! "For taking care of me" she said. I nodded and took her hand in mine rubbing it smoothly with my thumb. "Promise me that you will tell me everything from next time" I just want her to feel safe with me, I want to protect her. She is still unawared that I found out about she getting bullied. But by my words she should get it now about what I am talking about. "Okay" she looked at her thighs and just murmmered okay. This girl!! "Loudly" I told and smiled at her. "You need a doctor" she spoke without hesitation. What!? What the fck she said!? Did she really, goodness "Huh? What did you say?" I raised my eyebrows and she laughed saying "You seriously need an ear doctor" saying this she ran upstairs to the room taking her books. I smiled at her actions. A bad girl!!
TO BE CONTINUE....
