When Disaster Meets Perfection

Ch-16 The Queen's Wrath

Annika's eyes flashed with a fierce determination, despite her drunken state. She seemed to tap into a hidden reservoir of strength and agility, her body moving with a fluidity that belied her inebriated condition.

With a swift motion, she wrenched her wrist free from Vishal's grip, her hand flying up to strike his chest. Vishal's eyes widened in surprise as Annika's fingers curled into a tight fist, her arm coiling back like a spring.

The next moment, Annika's fist shot out, connecting with Vishal's jaw with a loud crack. Vishal's head snapped back, his eyes glazing over as he stumbled backwards.

But Annika was far from done. With a battle cry, she launched herself at Vishal, her legs coiling into a powerful kick that sent Vishal crashing to the ground.

Vishal's eyes went wide as Annika's foot connected with his stomach, the wind knocked out of him. He tried to scramble to his feet, but Annika was relentless.

She pounced on him, her fists flying in a flurry of punches that left Vishal reeling. Vishal's face was a bloody mess, his eyes swelling shut as Annika's blows rained down on him.

Somehow, despite her drunken state, Annika's movements were precise and calculated, her punches landing with deadly accuracy. It was as if she had tapped into a hidden wellspring of martial arts expertise, her body moving with the fluidity of a karate champion.

Vishal's attempts to defend himself were feeble, his arms flailing wildly as he tried to ward off Annika's attacks. But Annika was unstoppable, her fists pounding into his face and chest with a ferocity that left him gasping for breath.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Annika's blows slowed, her chest heaving with exhaustion. Vishal lay at her feet, his face a bloody pulp, his eyes staring up at her with a mixture of shock and terror.

Annika's gaze fell on him, her eyes blazing with a fierce triumph. For a moment, she seemed to savor the victory, her chest still heaving with exertion.

Then, with a snarl, she turned and stumbled away, leaving Vishal to pick up the pieces of his shattered ego and battered body. The darkness seemed to swallow her whole, leaving behind a trail of destruction and chaos.

Vishal's eyes followed her, his mind reeling with the implications of what had just happened. He had underestimated Annika, thinking her a mere pawn in his game of corporate politics.

But now, he realized that she was a force to be reckoned with, a stormy tempest that could unleash her fury on anyone who dared to cross her path. And Vishal knew that he would never underestimate her again.

Annika stumbled through the darkness, her feet still unsteady as the alcohol finally began to take its toll. Her anger, which had fueled her actions just moments before, was slowly giving way to the intoxicating effects of the liquor.

As she staggered forward, her surroundings became a blur, and her head started to spin. She felt herself losing balance, her legs trembling beneath her.

Just as she was about to collapse, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her, holding her upright. Without looking at the face of her rescuer, Annika struggled to free herself, her voice slurred but defiant.

"I'm a queen... I don't need anyone's help."

She shook off the arms and continued on, her pride and stubbornness driving her forward. But her body had other plans. Her legs gave way once more, and she felt herself falling.

The same pair of arms caught her again, holding her close as she sagged against him. This time, the voice that spoke to her was calm and gentle.

"Maybe you don't need help, Your Highness, but you could use a servant right now. Let me take you somewhere safe."

Annika's gaze drifted upwards, her eyes trying to focus on the face of the stranger who held her. But her vision was hazy, and all she could make out was a pair of warm, concerned eyes staring back at her. She felt a pang of gratitude, but her pride still lingered, refusing to let her accept his help without a fight.

With a regal flourish, Annika declared, "As you are my loyal subject, you will escort me to my chambers. I must remind you, I am perfectly capable of managing on my own, but since you have requested the privilege of assisting me, I shall grant you this honor."

Her voice dripped with haughty disdain, her words laced with the imperious tone of a monarch. Shivay, her loyal subject, smiled inwardly at her antics, his eyes crinkling at the corners.

"Now, take me to my room, where my throne awaits me," she commanded, her eyes closing as she rested her head against his chest. The person was none other than Annika.

Shivay's heart skipped a beat as he carried Annika towards the elevator, her gentle touch sending shivers down his spine. He couldn't believe that this was the same woman who had just beaten Vishal to a pulp. The ferocity and strength she had displayed had left him stunned.

As they had all been searching for Annika, Shivay had decided to search the outdoor areas of the hotel. He had scoured the front and back, but found no sign of her. Frustrated, he had been about to give up and head back inside when he felt a sudden intuition that Annika was nearby. He followed his instincts and spotted her and Vishal arguing in the distance.

He quickly pulled out his phone and dialed Ishana's number, informing her that he had found Annika and would be bringing her to the backstage area. But Ishana's instructions were different - she told him to bring Annika to the room she was booking, and that she would wait there for her.

Shivay made his way towards the spot where Annika and Vishal were arguing, his curiosity getting the better of him. As he approached, he was shocked to see Vishal holding Annika's hand and pulling her towards him. His blood boiled at the sight, and he quickened his pace, ready to intervene if necessary.

But what he witnessed next left him stunned. Annika, with a fierce determination in her eyes, began to beat Vishal with a strength and ferocity that Shivay had never seen before. He stood there, frozen in shock, as she pummeled Vishal to the ground.

Shivay thought to himself that he should go and help her, but to his surprise, Annika didn't need his help. She took care of Vishal all by herself, leaving him battered and bruised.

As Annika walked away from the scene, Shivay silently followed her, keeping a safe distance. He watched as she stumbled and almost fell, and quickly rushed to her side, catching her before she hit the ground.

Now, as he carried her towards the room, Shivay couldn't help but wonder who the real Annika was. Was it the argumentative and feisty woman he had met a few times before, or was it this fierce and powerful warrior who had just taken down Vishal? He was determined to find out.

As he entered the room, Ishana was already there, waiting for them. She smiled at Shivay, relief etched on her face. "Thank you, Shivay. I was worried sick about her."

Shivay smiled back, still trying to process what he had just witnessed. "No problem, Ishana. But I have to ask - who is the real Annika?"

Ishana chuckled, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "That, Shivay, is a question only Annika can answer."