I stood my ground, my hand still gripping my gun tightly. The men in front of me were imposing, watching me as if I were their prey. But their intimidating gazes didn't faze me. I was here for one reason, and nothing and no could stand in my way. I looked at them with a confident grin, knowing they couldn't kill me.
"Can I help you?", I asked, casually pulling a cigarette from my pocket. But before I could even light it, the short man I had slapped earlier snatched it from my hand and crushed it under his shoe. My anger flared, and I clenched my fists in response. The rain began to pour, but it didn't bother me.
"You shouldn't have done that", I said, my voice calm yet determined. The rain started to soak us both, but my gaze remained on the man in front of me.
"You're right, I shouldn't have done that... but you shouldn't have provoked me either", the little fucker yelled in my face, slapping me and making me stumble backward a bit.
I clenched my jaw in anger and titled my head, glaring at him.
"Little punk", I snapped, raising my fists and connecting with his jaw. The men around us pulled me backward, creating a distance between us, but I squirmed in their grasp, trying to free myself.
"Let me go; I will kill that little brat tonight!", I shouted, trying to pull my hand from their grip, they held onto me like a koala.
"Careful, big guy; the higher you are, the harder you fall", the fucker retorted, wiping his blood away.
A smile crept onto my face as I saw blood trickling from his lip; I felt calm looking at the blood, picturing his face instead of the little punk in front of me.
"Teri toh", a man in a gray shirt and black pants shouted as he lunged at me, causing me to fall to the ground with him on top of me. A groan escaped my lips as his fists connected with my jaw.
He sat on my stomach, throwing punches at my face repeatedly, giving me no chance to defend myself. The men around us watched with neutral expression.
"How dare you raise your hand against my brother, you kutte!", the man yelled as he pulled me toward him by my t shirt.
He had a menacing look on his face, his jaw clenched as he locked eyes with me. In a quick move, I slammed my head into his nose, making him stumble back while clutching his face.
I coughed up blood and wiped my mouth with my hand, trying to pull myself up.
I was very confused by these men. Why were they staring at me without doing anything? Didn't they know who I was?
"Shabbir Ali Khan", a deep voice called, making me glance toward the entrance of the garden to see the man striding toward me with a cigarette in his hand.
He appeared calm as he made his way toward us, his aura radiating danger. Three buttons of his shirt were undone, revealing his chiseled chest while his broad shoulders and muscles strained against the fabric. He was an inch taller than me, which only intensified my anger.
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Shahmeer approached him with a simmering rage bubbling beneath his calm exterior. His mind raced with thoughts of how to kill Shabbir. Exhaling a cloud of smoke, Shahmeer locked eyes with him, the intensity of his gaze burning like flames. He took pleasure in the suffering he inflicted upon the man before him, relishing the feeling of power and control.
Shahmeer stood there, staring at him as he pressed the cigarette to his lips, attempting to calm his anger. He didn't want to end his pathetic life with so easily; he wanted Shabbir Ali Khan to suffer a slow and painful death, just as he deserved.
"Apni behen se milne aaye ho?", Shahmeer asked, deliberately trying to provoke him further.
"Woh meri behen nahi, mohabbat hai", Shabbir shouted angrily.
Shabbir wanted to kill the man, but he was also apprehensive; he was outnumbered and didn't want to perish. It wasn't his time to die; it was Shahmeer Mirza's time to die, and he would ensure that.
"Tauba karo, shaadi shuda hai woh", Shahmeer said dramatically, touching his earlobe.
"I don't care if she's married all I know is that she is mine", Shabbir replied arrogantly.
"Galat fehmi hai aapko janab", Shahmeer responded sadly.
"Galat fehmi mujhe nahi, tumhe hai. Kya usne tumhe apne shohar hone ka haq diya hai?", Shabbir asked with a bitter chuckle.
Shahmeer was fuming with anger, as he heard his words, he didn't want anyone to hear this.
"Well, that's quite personal. I can't tell you that, sorry", Shahmeer stated, signalling his brothers to leave with a flick of his fingers.
They sprinted away.
"So, I'm right----you're just her husband in name; she didn't gave you the right, because she loves me, she wants to be mine", Shabbir exclaimed with a smile.
In a split second, Shahmeer's fist connected with Shabbir's jaw. He had been holding back too much; he couldn't contain himself after what he heard.
"Biwi hai woh meri, chutiye. Agar agli dafa tune uska naam liya ya aisi waisi baat ki, toh mujhse bura koi nahi hoga", Shahmeer shouted through gritted teeth, but Shabbir just laughed like a maniac.
He was delighted by Shahmeer's sudden out burst, confident that they hadn't consummated their marriage, which meant he still had a chance to make Minha his forever.
"You know why I didn't kill you, even after discovering you were harassing her, and sexting her?", Shahmeer asked, yanking Shabbir forward by his jacket. "Your dadi jaan begged me, she begged me not to kill you. But I don't think a bastard like you deserve any mercy". He slammed his head against Shabbir's nose, making him yelp in pain, but the smile never left his lips.
"But I won't spare you today. I swear I will make you beg for your own death", Shahmeer vowed.
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