" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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"What the hell is going on here?!" Vikram's thunderous voice boomed across the room, reverberating with a menace that made everyone freeze.
Heads turned swiftly toward the entrance, where he stood like a storm incarnate, his eyes blazing with fury.
Aisha's head rose slowly, her tear-filled eyes meeting his rage-filled gaze. For a fleeting moment, the fire in his eyes softened as they locked onto hers.
Relief washed over her trembling form. But the moment was brief, as Vikram's glare shifted back to the others in the room, his stance radiating pure danger.
Mr. Joshi stepped forward, attempting to mask his unease with authority. "Who are you to barge in here? Get out!"
Vikram's piercing glare silenced him. Ignoring Joshi, Vikram started toward Aisha, but Chandra's father stepped in his way with a sneer. "Stay out of this. It's a family matter."
Vikram didn't hesitate. His fist crashed into the man's face with a sickening thud, sending him sprawling to the floor.
"Touch her again, and I'll make sure you regret being born," Vikram growled, his voice a deadly whisper.
The air in the room turned suffocating. Aisha, barely holding herself upright, tried to stand. Vikram was at her side in an instant, his hand reaching for her shoulder. She flinched in pain, making him freeze. His jaw clenched, his entire body trembling with suppressed fury.
Crouching to her level, he gently cupped her face, his touch careful, his voice soft. "You're safe now. I'm here."
Her lips quivered as fresh tears spilled, but she managed a nod. The weight of her relief was palpable.
Vikram pressed his forehead lightly to hers before standing, his expression shifting to something lethal as he turned back to the others.
Joshi lunged at him, grabbing his collar. "How dare you assault my brother!"
Vikram didn't flinch. "And how dare he hurt my sister?" His words were sharp, slicing through the tension like a blade.
Joshi blinked, the scoffed. "Sister? She's my daughter, and I'll do what I damn well please!"
Vikram's expression darkened further. Realizing exactly who this man was—the same man who had tried to sell Aisha—his lip curled in disgust.
"Then you deserve worse, you filth," he spat, and without hesitation, he punched him again and again.
Chandra, desperate and enraged, grabbed a shattered lamp base and swung it toward Vikram.
But before it could land, Aisha sprang forward. Her fingers curled into Chandra's hair, yanking her back with feral strength.
"You think you can hurt him?" Aisha spat, her voice sharp and trembling with anger. Chandra shrieked as Aisha tightened her grip, dragging her down.
Aisha moved with startling precision, her hand darting for a shard of broken glass amidst the chaos. In one sharp, decisive motion, she grabbed a fistful of Chandra's hair and sliced through it cleanly. The uneven strands fell to the floor as Chandra stumbled back, clutching at the remnants in horror.
