HER SAFE PLACE

Take Your Revenge

Shivangi's POV

A loud crash echoed through the room, followed by a booming voice. “GET AWAY FROM HER!”

The deafening crash reverberated through the room, making the walls tremble. My eyes snapped open, but the world around me was still a blur. Arun froze mid-motion, the knife quivering in his grip as he turned toward the source of the voice.

“Who the hell—” he began, but his words were cut off as a figure emerged from the shadows, stepping into the dim light.

It was Mihir.

Relief flooded through me at once. Arun’s grip on the knife tightened, and a wicked grin spread across his face.

“Well, well,” Arun sneered. “The knight in shining armor. Come to die for her, have you?”

Mihir didn’t respond. His eyes burned with fury, but there was something else—a strange determination that sent a chill down my spine.

Before Arun could react, Mihir lunged at him, his movements swift and calculated. The two men clashed, the knife falling to the ground with a metallic clatter as Arun struggled to regain control.

“Mihir!” I screamed, struggling against the ropes binding me to the chair. My wrists burned, but I didn’t stop pulling, desperation giving me strength.

The fight was brutal. Arun landed a punch to Mihir’s face, but Mihir didn’t falter. He countered with a blow to Arun’s ribs, making him stagger backward. Blood dripped from Mihir’s lip, but he kept going, his focus unshaken.

But then Arun did something I hadn’t expected. He laughed.

“You think you’re a hero?” Arun taunted, wiping blood from his mouth. “You’re too late. She’s mine now. And there’s no Rocky to save her this time.”

Mihir froze for a split second, and that hesitation was all Arun needed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a remote with a single red button.

“You know what this is?” Arun said, his voice laced with malice. “This warehouse… it’s rigged to blow. I planted the bombs myself. If I can’t have her, no one can.”

Panic surged through me. “No! Arun, don’t!”

Arun’s finger hovered over the button, his grin widening. “Goodbye, Mihir. And goodbye, Shivangi.”

But just as his finger began to press down, a gunshot rang out. Arun’s body jerked violently, the remote slipping from his hand and skidding across the floor.

For a moment, everything was still. My eyes darted to the doorway, and my breath caught in my throat.

There he stood.

Rocky.

Alive.

His gun was still aimed at Arun, his expression colder than I’d ever seen it. Arun’s eyes widened in disbelief as he staggered backward, clutching his arm.

“No…” Arun gasped, blood bubbling at his hand. “You… you’re supposed to be dead.”

Rocky lowered the gun, his gaze unwavering. “You underestimated me, Arun. Big mistake.”

I couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Arun collapsed to the ground, the life draining from his eyes as Rocky stepped forward, his presence commanding the room.

“Are you okay?” Rocky’s voice was steady, but his eyes softened as they met mine.
I stood there, frozen, unable to process what was happening. Arun’s body crumpled to the ground, the life quickly draining from his eyes, leaving only the hollow echo of his actions behind. Rocky stepped forward, his presence strong and undeniable, filling the room with an energy I could feel deep in my bones.