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तेरी सांसों के करीब होने का डर नहीं लगता है।
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Avyansh Pov
I looked at her when she clutched my arm and whispered, "Avyansh, please take me home."
Her voice was shaky, almost desperate, and I knew something was wrong. Her usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a fragile, vulnerable version of her.
I scanned the crowd quickly, trying to figure out who or what was responsible for this shift. My gut told me that the answer was somewhere here.
"Avyansh, please," she said again, her voice breaking this time. That was it-I couldn't control myself anymore. Wrapping my arm around her waist protectively, I pulled her closer.
But then, a sharp smell hit me-the bitter sting of alcohol. My eyes narrowed as I realized it was coming from her. She's drunk? Avantika never drinks, not even socially. Did she drink willingly, or was she forced? My gaze darted around again, searching for the familiar figure of her aunt.
We took a few steps forward when her mother suddenly appeared in front of us. She looked at Avantika, then at me, her eyes filled with what seemed like concern-or was it pretense?
"Kya hua, damad ji? Is she okay? Avantika, beta?" she asked, her voice laced with an attempt to sound caring.
I looked at her mother, my chest tightening with frustration. Her mother. The woman who should have protected her.
Suddenly my mind flashed back to all the things Avantika had endured-the scars on her back, the abuse she'd been through, the pain she hid so well. How could her own mother not know? Or worse, how could she ignore it? Did she never notice the bruises, the sadness in her daughter's eyes? How could a mother turn a blind eye?
My jaw clenched as I forced myself to respond. "We're leaving," I said curtly, keeping my voice steady, though my anger simmered just beneath the surface.
As I turned to leave, her father stepped forward, blocking our path. His eyes flickered to Avantika, then to me, his expression unreadable.
"Did something happen, Avyansh beta?" he asked, his tone measured, almost too calm.
"Yes," I replied coldly.
"And I would like to discuss this matter later-soon. For now, we are leaving. My men will come tomorrow to collect our belongings." My voice was sharp, laced with finality, leaving no room for argument.
His gaze shifted back to Avantika, whose eyes were now red, either from the alcohol or something else-something deeper. Her father opened his mouth as if to protest.
"It's already late you sho-."
I cut him off.
"If we say we're leaving, it means we're leaving," I said firmly, my tone icy as my eyes bore into his. I could feel the weight of everyone's gaze on us, but I didn't care.
Something about this place, these people, was suffocating, wrong. The way they looked at her, the way they interacted with her-it was all off.
I tightened my grip on her waist as we walked out. My instincts screamed that getting her out of here was the only right thing to do.
