Her Dangerous Obsession

Chap 61 - The Caring Gestures

Author's POV

The moment Kriya's gaze fell on the person standing on the door, her eyes lit up with the hope — hope of getting saved. 

Whereas Harsh's eyes, which had previously been filled with anger, lust, and desire, were now wide with fear.

The person standing at the door was none other than Jeet — his bloodshot eyes revealing the depth of his anger.

Behind him stood the hotel manager, his face etched with sheer fear.

Jeet stormed toward Harsh with a furious look, jerked him away from Kriya, and landed a hard punch on his jaw, making him stumble back several steps, clutching his face in pain.

Harsh steadied himself, blood trickling from the corner of his mouth.

He looked at Jeet with narrowed eyes — his arrogance fighting the fear in his gaze.

"You…" Harsh spat, his voice slurred from the alcohol, yet dripping with venom, "You think, you can walk in here and—"

Before he could finish, Jeet's fist connected with his cheek again — this time harder, fueled with the kind of rage, that comes when you see someone you care for being harmed.

The crack of the impact echoed in the room.

"How dare you lay a hand on her?" Jeet's voice was low, dangerous — every syllable a promise of destruction.

Kriya flinched at the intensity of his tone, but her trembling hands instinctively clutched the torn fabric of her suit closer to her body.

Her breathing was shallow, her heart still pounding in panic.

Harsh laughed — a hollow, drunken sound — wiping the blood from his lips.
"She's my fiancée… I can do whatever I—"

Another punch cut him off mid-sentence, this one landing squarely on his nose. The sickening crunch made the hotel manager gasp, and take a step back.

By now, Harsh's intoxication had completely gone away, and he had closed his eyes tightly due to the pain.

"Fiancée or not, she's a human being, a girl.... She is someone's daughter, someone's sister..." Jeet seethed, grabbing Harsh by his collar, and slamming him against the wall with a loud thud.

"She is definitely not someone you can toy with as you please. If you ever dare to even look at her with those filthy eyes again, I swear, I won't even think twice before killing you.", his voice cold, threatening — his one hand clasped Harsh's neck in a deadly grip.

Harsh was having difficulty breathing. He was struggling to free himself from Jeet's iron like grip.

"Sir… please," the manager interrupted timidly, his eyes darting between the two men. "Security is on their way…"

After hearing the manager's voice, Jeet loosened his grip, and Harsh began to take deep breaths to normalize himself.

"Call the police!" Jeet ordered coldly, still not taking his eyes off Harsh.

The arrogance on Harsh's face faltered for the first time. "You can't—"

Jeet's glare froze him in place.

Letting him go abruptly, Jeet turned to Kriya.

Her eyes brimmed with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She straightened slightly, her pride refusing to let Harsh see her broken.

Jeet's voice softened — the complete opposite of the fury he had for Harsh. "Kriya… come here."

She hesitated, only for a second, before stepping towards him.