through thick and thin

chapter 6

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Author's pov:-

As the night wore on, Aaira and Prithvi packed up her art supplies, ready to head home. The darkness seemed less ominous with the stars shining above. They walked towards the parking spot, expecting a quiet, deserted area.

Instead, they were met with a disturbing scene.

Five or six inebriated men loitered around Prithvi's car, their rowdy laughter echoing through the night. One of them sat on the bonnet, slurring "Dhano!" (Beautiful!) and whispering something to the car as if it were a person.

Aaira's eyes widened, and she couldn't help but burst into laughter at the absurdity. Prithvi's horrified expression only added to her amusement.

She giggled uncontrollably, tears welling up in her eyes. "Prithvi, your car has an admirer!" she managed to choke out.

Prithvi's face turned beet red with embarrassment. "This is not funny, Aaira!" he whispered urgently, trying to shield her from the unruly group.

But Aaira couldn't stop laughing.

Hearing Aaira's laughter, the drunk man looked towards them and asked in a drunk tone, "What do you want?"

"If you guys would stop roaming around the car and get down, then we would leave," said Prithvi.

But the man sitting in the car said, "No, I won't let you take my Dhano anywhere," and started crying.

Watching him, all the men looked towards Prithvi and Aaira, who now had tears in her eyes from laughing, while Prithvi was still thinking what to do.

Suddenly, out of the blue, one drunk man came and was about to throw a punch at Prithvi, but Aaira sobered up from her laughter session and kicked the man before he could punch Prithvi.

The drunk man stumbled backward, clutching his stomach in pain. His friends, enraged, charged towards Prithvi and Aaira.

"You think you're tough, huh?" one of them slurred, swinging a wild punch.

Prithvi dodged the blow and countered with a swift jab, sending the attacker stumbling.

Aaira stood her ground, fists clenched. "Back off!"

Another drunk man lunged at her, but she swiftly sidestepped and landed a solid kick to his chest.

The men, fueled by alcohol and anger, intensified their attack. Prithvi and Aaira fought back-to-back, defending themselves against the flurry of punches and kicks.

Prithvi landed a series of swift punches, taking down two attackers. Aaira dispatched another with a precise kick to the knee.

The fight raged on, the sound of grunts, punches, and shattered glass filling the air.

Aaira's adrenaline surged as she blocked a flurry of wild blows, her fists flying in swift counterattacks.

Prithvi expertly dodged a broken bottle, using the momentum to take down two more attackers.

Despite their valiant efforts, the fight was far from over. Both sides refused to yield.

The drunk men, though inebriated, seemed to have a hidden reserve of strength.

Prithvi and Aaira, seasoned fighters, dug deep, drawing on their last vestiges of energy.

The battle raged on, neither side giving an inch.