Beintehaan (Completed)

23.Deal??

This chapter is dedicated to one of our lovely readers mainbaniteriradha ❤❤ We posted it after 12 hours than promised. So wanna make it up to you :) :)

   Omkara hurried to his studio. His alarm had bailed on him, succeeding in making him late for his work. He had his bet on Rudra, that lazy fool must’ve clicked it off in order to get more sleep.

Om gritted his teeth, he would make sure to give that kid a good bashing when he went home.

He walked in through the huge doors, expecting to find it empty and inviting just as always, only this time it wasn’t.

Krish stood at a corner of the studio deeply conversed with a man, whose back was turned to Omkara. It was clear that they were bickering over something, Krish's face was crumpled in an all too familiar scowl.

Omkara shook his head slightly, did this girl manage to get through at least one day of her life without picking up fights? And it was strange how most of her victims were men.

Om ignored them and got to his work. He had a talent of staying away from affairs that didn’t concern him.

He began to sketch, focusing on the crisp sounds on the paper. But for some reason he felt agitated by the commotion that was going on. He stopped and cracked his neck shaking himself and started sketching again.

Involuntarily his eyes flickered to the same corner. Krish was shaking her head angrily while the man in seemed to be convincing her intently.

Suddenly Krish's eyes snapped to Omkara's. He whipped his head back, a blush creeping into his neck for being caught.

He attacked his canvas, sketching furiously.

“Hey!” Omkara looked up at the sudden shout, to see Krish stalking angrily towards the exit. The man right on her heels. Suddenly he reached forward and yanked her back,  “ You don’t walk away from me” he hissed, dangerously close to her.

Omkara shuffled nervously in his seat, the man looked furious and twice her size. He expected Krish to cower, instead she straightened and ripped her self out of his grip. Her hand moved so fast, that the man didn’t have time to move, before her palm came in contact with his cheek.

The sound of her slap echoed through the studio. “And I told you never to touch me Vicky” she spat.

Omkara stared in shock. The man curled his fists, and took a threatening step towards her “ How dare you”

He didn’t know why he did it, but before the man could take another step, Om lurched from his place and taking quick, long steps, placed himself between the man and Krish.

“ I don’t think so” Om said catching Vicky's hand in mid air. The surprised gasp from krish, behind him, didn’t go unnoticed. Omkara was never the violent kind, but there were things that he couldn’t tolerate and hitting a woman was top on his list.

The man struggled vigorously, but Om only tightened his grip. Vicky was well built. But with broad shoulders, and muscle packed arms, that were hidden beneath his loose clothes, Omkara empowered him easily.

With a quick snap, Om twisted Vicky’s arm behind him, holding him there firmly.

“Raising your hand on a woman doesn’t make you half the man, you call yourself.” He twisted Vicky’s hand further, and he grunted in pain “You want to fight? Why don’t you fight with me big guy?” Om said.

“Let…me…go!” he cried shuffling his feet trying get out of Omkara’s hold. Om held on for another second before shoving him away. He stumbled and glared at Omkara.