In the days that passed, Niyati's life turned to the upside-down.

An special element has entered her life, in a form of a handsome man, the one who is as mad as about her that she is about him.

That morning, she left the home wearing the new Lavender coloured suit she has purchased when went along to the shopping with her family, hair plaited simply-She can not leave the home with open hair now that the devil is back and monitors the every little change.- but it was the vibrancy inside the girl, the extra bounce behind her every step, a smile plastered on her face -even Manorama's taunt could not be able to dim that light on her face, it suits on her.
She has worn the new suit she has purchased from the market when she had gone for the shopping with the family.

The news about the potential family who are coming to see Shivangi had bought the wave of the happiness in the family. Even their grandmother who has this time did not choose to comment on anything.

Which is a miracle in itself .

She walked all the way to the road, and find him there. Leaning against his Jeep -which was new to her- and taking on his phone.

He cut the call as soon as his eyes landed on the girl, who was walking shyly towards him. Eyes lowered and cheeks shining. Trying her hard to not smile but failing very much.

"Morning." Achintya lowers the phone as she comes near standing infront of him with her nimble fingers clutching the bag.

He removes the glasses, his eyes feasting on the girl who refuses to raise her own.

And gone was his fatigue.

He went to the Patna yesterday for the election work and travelled overnight just so he can be back in Begusarai for the morning.

He was surviving on the barely a two hours of the sleep, the campaign draining all his energy that sometimes he simply fall on the bed and do not even realises when the night passed and morning came.

Niyati notices the way, his shoulders were slouched, his eyes heavy and his usual playful energy dim. It worries her.

People around her has been discussing the upcoming election with the tremor in their voice. The campaign is also going on at the full speed, anyday one or other party could be seen with on the road loudly promising the people things they will never fulfill.

And she has been noticing the change in him too, the area around his eyes getting a little dark, his cheeks being a little hollow, hair longer and touching his neck and while it might have looked bad on anyone else, only Achintya Chaudhary was the person on whom all of that compliment well.

"Are you not feeling well?" She ask. Making Achintya's heart soar in the sky.

"No.." he teases. He just like to tease her. Very much. Enjoys the way she would huff and puff her cheeks, the way her eyes rounds in anger -like the kitten- his brain supply.

"Why..? What happened? " Enjoys the way she would worry about him. It causes his bastard heart to flutter. He has always be the one who makes people's heart jumps so now that the table has turned he was nonetheless, not complaining. At all.

He wanted to tease but"Yeah. I.. I just didn't slept well, last night. " In the face of utter devotion, he just never holds the chance. Like just looking at her makes him the Raja Harishchandra.

Want him to shout out his deepest, darkest secret loud and clear for her.

Niyati frowns. "why? What you were doing whole night?" She can not help but be worried. She...her mind was a treacherous thing which always made her reminds of how much experienced and outgoing and beautiful he is that it is not that hard for him to beg anyone.

Her feelings for him was too..strong, that even the thought can make the bile touches her lips.

What if its some other woman... No.

In the sleep huddled mind of Achintya, her
anxiousness sounded like the concern. "Was waiting for the morning to come..so I could see you."

And Achintya always pump that fire burning insides her, fuels the already burning scorching sensation in her belly like something just have hitched her forward, the pull so strong that she sometimes herself not understand what she should do about it.

"Liar,-"

"Not lying. I am here, for you. "

The heat burst on Niyati's face hearing his answer as she blinked, opens and closes her lips only to find no words coming out. "That- you-.. fine..don't tell. I do not wanted to know anyway."

Looking her reaction Achintya laughed only to get silenced as she huffs and takes a step further to the side to walk away. He straighten himself away from the jeep and stands infront of her, maintaing the distance.

"I went to Patna yesterday for some work-"

"Then why you are here?" Niyati has the hunch what he was about to say.

"I travelled overnight so I could reach Begusarai and to you..in the morning. Already mentioned that." He was not joking, Niyati could tell. How can he be so uhh..

The stupid brain. Always telling her worst scenario when it is exact opposite.

Having to travel all the way to Patna and then back again just..just so he could see her. How will she ever compete with this intensity. Niyati has no idea what to respond back to him.

Has no words in the face of his devotion that, it seems like he too understand her situation that he said nothing but takes a step close, folded his hands behind his back and leaned down to keep his forehead on her shoulder.

Shocked to her core Niyati stayed rooted to her place.

What he is doing? Her brain was not working anymore, turned to mess.

It comes to her with no surprise that despite the situation being the sudden and unexpected she did not find his touch repulsive or disgusting.

Achintya on the other hand, unaware of the chaos he has raised in the heart of the girl, was in the heaven. Her scent -clear and fresh nothing too overwhelming but like the coconut- has captured his all senses, so much he had no idea where he starts and where he ends.

But that sweet feeling easily get subsided in the panic when a scooter passes on the other side, bringing Niyati back to her reality.

Uhm..i-" she tries to take a step back only to stay rooted on her place as he groans like she is deliberately making him part ways with his favourite thing.

"We are in public ." Achintya heard her saying. It was in her small voice like she too is affected by the situation, the best sense of the intimacy, the sweet moment passing in between them.

Sighing, he takes a step back and a pang of , hits Niyati, she plainly chooses to ignore that.

"Hm..let's take you to the college, I also have other works to do." And Niyati frowns, again. This man will soon give her early wrinkles for how much he makes her frown.

He is tired, it was clearly visible. And who told him to travel all night, just for the futile thing such as to see her and now, he is telling her that he has other works to do then to rest, his audacity.

"No. " Achintya looked at her the confident way she said that. It is only that few seconds later her confidence vanishes under his stare that she mumbles "you need rest. Go to your home and sleep. "

"Naa..I'll be fine. This-" he pointed to his body and temple "has seen way worst."

But she has never seen him in his worst. Her heart aches by the way there was black bag under his eyes, hairs swept away like he ran his fingers through them multiple times, the light scurff on his cheeks.

"That might be true, but still you need rest. It is not right to exert your body this much. It isn't healthy."

Did he already mentioned he likes when she cares. He would like to take that back..he fucking loves it when she cares. Love the way that the step she has taken forward without realising brings her close to him, so much so that their was only the thin gap between them.

"Can't you so, what I ask you to do? It's not much, you know." Emotional blackmailing always comes in handy when other things don't. Niyati has learned that lesson with her father who always give in to her emotional blackmailing.

There is just so much more he could do for her, and Niyati might not realises it but the grip she has on him was not anything ordinary. The eyes of his darken a shade, the predator rising it's head in the face of the innocence.

Niyati do not know, but Achintya does.

The large eyes looking at him, the scent of the coconut hazing his views, the sweetness of her visage being so close to him and soon if he won't takes a step back, he might end up doing something rash.

"Yeah..fine. " the lips streches in a such a wide smile that it might split her face in half. "On a condition."

"Condition? What condition?"

"Don't look so frighten, I won't sell your kidney-"

"Who said I am frighten-" she was. He was smirking and his eyes has lighten up a bit.

"Yeah sure." The god has spread 56bhog for him and is serving it on the gold plate. He will be an idiot to ever, even think of not listening to her. "It is an appropriate favour-"

"That will up to me to decide. Just speak up." Because she could not let herself guess anymore, her brain might end up fried crispy at this point.

"Come out with me. Tomorrow." He wanted this for a long time. To take her somewhere else, spend some few fleeting moments away from the eyes of the public she fears so much, a space that is just their own.

He has the feeling that if he has asked her this, under other circumstances, she would reject the offer then and there.

So he waited for an appropriate time and situation and recognising the one, Achintya took his shot.

"Tomorrow? I- uhm..what if-" her blood has ran cold. It was not like she was against that, -she has been out with her male friends tons of times back in the Indore - but the cacophony of her mother's words keep on ringing in her head. This was Begusarai, not Indore and Niyati has started accepting that fact but accepting that also includes accepting the norms of the society that comes with it.

What he was asking equivalent to being an outcast, if the rumor spread, she had no idea what will happen then.

Recognising the dilemma running in her head, he offers " no one will see. No one will know, I promise. "

Can she put her trust on his promise? It sounds tempting, but the consequences - she doesn't wanted to think of them.

Pointely ignoring the loud warnings coming from her brain, niyati chooses to heard of her heart and before her consciousness awake she let her deepest desire free.

She nods her head.

___

"..are you sure about that? "

"Hundred percent sahab, my information is hundred percent correct. I saw it from my own eyes. It was Achintya Chaudhary with a girl-"

Abhishek look up from his phone to the portly man "what is even new in that? That wench might be his new prey -"

"It could be possible,Sahab. But the big news is not that,it is that Chaudhary Babu will be somewhere schedule with her tomorrow. It is the perfect opportunity for us to walk forward with our plan." Chintu hungrily snatches the wad of the cash Abhishek Kumar throws on the floor and keep it hastily inside his shirt.

Abhishek walks to the small locker of the room and take out the gun from inside there, examining the barrel his mind went to the man on whose chest he will empty the whole gun.

Achintya Chaudhary, has been proving the biggest threat to his father's party in the election.  Phoolan Chaudhary's influence was already strong on the Bihar, it would be taking the icing of the cake for him to win the election and so the man needs a fatal blow to knock him down the notch.

And Achintya Chaudhary is going to be that perfect blow.

"Inform the men, few of them are to follow that bastard and his whore and the other will come with me. There will be no need to bring more than the three, because I will personally end his sufferings."

"What about the girl?" There was greed in Chintu's tone. He and his friends usually gets the leftover after his Sahab are done with it and he has seen the girl albeit from far but she..looks delicious.

Beautiful face, soft skin, voluptuous figure hiding under the modest suit. But other than all of those, it was obvious innocence on her face that makes her more enticing than other of those.

"What about that?" Abhishek snort. "She will meet the similar fate as her companion that's it."

___

In the silence of her room, Niyati admires herself in the mirror, the cream coloured suit was the gift of her father for her last year birthday.

She remembers how excited he was when she came out of the room wearing the suit and how much he had praised her.

The piece of the cloth was special to her. The only article in which Niyati thought she looks beautiful, because laxman always say so.

On the contrary of the occasion, she has left her hair open behind herself, hold together by the grip of the huge clutcher -which she will remove once she went out of the scrunity of her neighbourhood.-

She didn't slept well last night, tossing and turning on her bed thinking about today and now that today was here, she was getting the cold feet.

From the morning a weird anxiety wa churning in her guts- it is nervousness - was how she was consoling herself.

"Everything will be fine. Do not be worried, you will be with Achintya Chaudhary, and so nothing could go wrong." She said this to herself in the mirror, applying the lipbalm she left the room snatching the bag from the chair and in the haste toppling the ceramic holding her pen leading it to fell down.

She closes the door of the main house.

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"Everything done?"

"Ji Sahab. You said three, I brought the three of the deadliest man. " Abhishek observes the three goons, all of them tall and built, one of them had a scar running from his chin to his right eye, the second one who was bald has the nasty type of the scar on his head and the third one whose nose was so crooked like it was broken multiple times.

"Hm. Chintu,stay back and make sure my father does not know about this. " Because Abhishek's father was a coward who fears the wrath of the Chaudharys.

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"What is this place?" Niyati asks. The fort he bought her to was vacant and aboanded, it's walls old and damaged, the area around it empty and silent due to the nature of the time they both choose to come.

The early morning casts it's glows, the sweet sunrays touching their skin somewhere around in the background she can heard the cacophony of the birds' singing and chirping. "This is so peaceful."

"Hm." He admits. Except it wasn't directed to the view but to the girl who was walking ahead of him. It was his first time seeing her so relieved and calmed away from the eyes of the possible rumors and gossips, peaceful,yeah indeed it was peaceful to watch her being herself.

Niyati was as vibrant as the nature around them, as bright and warm as the sun. She twirls in the middle of the space, giggling sweetly, her long open tresses dancing behind her, and suddenly Achintya thinks it might have been the bad idea to bring her to somewhat so scheduled.

He feels the control in him sleeping a bit by bit as his eyes fest on her. The momentarily control he was trying to keep on might not last long.

"How you know this place? What is it called?" She spins near him, stopping in front of him her eyes twinkling brighter and brighter that he felt he might soon lost his sense.

"It's a old place. A lover spot. It is usually full of the couples but because we came in the morning, its empty."

"Ohh.." a near nervousness crept on her face, dimming her expression a little bit. Clearly understandings the reason behind it he assures "don't think too much. We are quite far from the circle of your people. Even if someone saw you here, they will not know whose family you are from."

Okay, it brought a bit of the relief in her features back, and Achintya could not help but to notices that how much that fact matters to her. Niyati, he has thought of as as the shy, timid girl, the one who always worries about the society and people and the Niyati,who is standing infront of him bouncing on her feet, bursting with energy.

How many more layers are to her? And how long will it take for him to unravel each and every one of them, so she laid bare infront of him heart and soul.

The thought possess his mind for a second, Achintya has the bad habit of not sharing and so it doesn't matter, because when it will come to Niyati- she will be his own. Completely.

"Come, I'll show you something." He grabs her wrist and pull her behind himself.

"Oh. Wao." She said a minute later standing on the top of the fort's window, the whole Begusarai visible beneath her eyes. The tall buildings and industry and homes and shops, their habitats all looking tiny and minuscule. The whole city against the backdrop of the blue sky and orange sun.

"It is beautiful." She murmurs. He was standing just behind her, a little bit of the space in between them but still her wrist was in his grip. Turning back, she cranes her neck above to look in his eyes and find them already fixed on her face, the heat cradles her cheeks, his eyes darken a shade more, the sun playing tricks as he replies "it is."

In a second she was in the grip of his arms, his lips crashing on her with a fierce intensity, his hands gripping her waist tightly and possessively.

A second passed or it might be an eternity later when he creates the space in between them and if it wasn't for the arms around her she would have stumbled on the floor.

Eyes closed she doesn't realise when he touches her forehead with his, eyes trying to preen in her own which she has kept them closed, breathing heavily when it becomes increasingly hard to avoid those intense stares on her face, she raises her own a little bit and then looked back.

The words could not describe the wild look of his face, the intensity of his stares, the controlled rage dancing on his visage. "I wanted to do that from the very first time I saw you. " He murmurs against her cheeks, the top of her head reaching his neck.

They both stayed like that for who know for how many hours,or it might be only few minutes but Niyati does not know. The concept of time has left her sense the moment he pulled her to him, the rest of the world can be damned.

Taking pity on her, he gently removes his hand around her and makes her sit on the edge of the window and then kneeling in front of her he captures her palm in his own, "look at me." He demands.

"I won't do that again untill you want that." Should he tell her that with her, it is hard for him to control himself. That for a second he let his desires take the control away from his mind- no. He shouldn't.

Time will tell her on its own and that, will be the correct time.

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"How's your campaign work progressing?" She ask. As they both sit on the edge of the windowsill quietly enjoying the morning and their time which is coming to the end soon.

Even though Niyati wanted to ignore that -that soon they both will have to part away, has to go back to their mundane life where none of these beautiful moments can be part of.- it was not possible. The sun was shining in the sky, the haze of the early morning gone, the time they both has stealed for each other is not their own anymore.

She has to return back to her own world, where she will play the part of an obedient daughter of the well-known family who can not -just cannot - be seen with a man let alone talk or laugh with him.

"Good. " Achintya look down, tugging the dancing strands behind her left ear, cupping her face a second later, turning her, "but why the sudden change of the topic?"

Niyati does not think it was the sudden change of the topic. He has asked about her whole background, the play school she went to the place that was her favourite in the Indore, so it is only fair she ask these questions in return.

In between all of that time that went in between them, she was barely able to learn anything about him except for that he has done his masters from the top business school of the captial city, is the one who handles his father's white business -the talk of her with Shivangi about the corruption in the Begusarai seems quite true now- and the very proud "- I'm the apple of the eyes of my home." remind Niyati that this man, who is sitting with her could actually be the biggest narcissist after her grandmother.

" I want to know about you too. " When in truth Niyati wanted to know the root cause of the rumors that surrounds this man. She had been hoping that sooner or later he will tell her about that part, but not once he bring it up himself and whenever she hinted it on her own smartly dodges it away. "About people in your life, those who are -were- in their."

"Oh..it is only my family and few friends from the city. You see..the line of my work doesn't allows the friendship to bloom in between the individuals. I can tell you about my enemies, if you are interested. I have plenty of them."

See, this is what she meant. Achintya was a smart man, he must have understand where she wants to take the matters and yet, he is toying with her. Niyati wanted to point this out but the topic he brings out seems too intriguing to ignore, it captures her attention.

Achintya understand that too, because he said next "we are the namesake of a powerful family. I'm not gonna fucking brainwash you, you must have heard enough rumors already surrounding me and my family-"

Yeah. And she wanted to learn everything about it. Except they both are talking about two separate matters.

"- men loves power. It is what fuel their blood, pump up their heart. My father built the empire on the blood and bones of his enemy, earning the title of the Bahubali and let's say, his sons are not going to let that sacrifice goes to waste. Their are people, people, people jealous of us, harbouring malicious intents behind the sweet smile, waiting for that one chance when they could stomp on us. "

"And so we hunt them. Send them to the place they belong, six feet under the earth."

Goosebumps erupts on her skin listening his words, the way he talks, the uncaring attitude of his makes the uneasiness in her to grow. He is talking like he enjoys this very part, where he gets to play with the life of the humans, hunting, Niyati knows what that meant, she wasn't an idiot, -killing- those people who pose danger to the family.

Achintya felt her stiffening against him, he only gave her the glimpse of this life and she get frighten- what will happen to her when she will see the shitshow from her own two eyes. The goody two shoes who has never tasted the hint of the violence in her scheduled life will get the full blown taste of it soon, now that he has entered in her life.

He do not believed in the sugar coating, he was charming enough to say the truth on people's face and get away with it. Cunning too.

He might have wanted to just..bed her in the starting, but his feelings has grown towards her in all these weeks, that now just the though of having her on his bed in his bed was not sufficient enough, do not provides him the same excitement it used to do, no, now he has the different thoughts running in his brain. The one that involves her- in his life,in his home as his family. It just sounds good, no matter what Nupur bhabhi has to say against it.

Other matters could be solved, handled, he is Achintya Chaudhary, he always has got what he wants, and Niyati was someone he wanted, badly. And as long as she will want to be his -it doesn't matter if she wanted or not, his brain supply- anything else just fuck off.

"Did I frighten you? Don't be, I'm not strangling anyone now."-atleast not infront of you.-

Chuckling nervously, she stiffen even more from his words "i- I am not afraid. Can-can we go now? Till now whole Begusarai will be up and if anyone saw us together, I'll be doomed."

So he did frighten her.

But it is fine, she will come by, he knows because when he extend his hand to help her from the windowsill she take it albeit with more hesitation than she has shown before. She felt him clasping her hand in a tight grip, putting his glasses on and they make their way away from the bubble, the world that was just their own.

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"Sahab..that is Chaudhary's Jeep. He must be inside. " Chintu said. They have been waiting infront of the old fort for a half an hour. The devil prince really bought that girl in here, to done the deed? And the girl got convinced too? Achintya Chaudhary must be an incredible at what he do.

"Hm. " Abhishek checks the bullet in his pistol one last time before stuffing it in the side of his seat. "Let's go. We gave him enough time to say his goodbye to his whore. "

"As you say sir." The five men went inside the fort with only Abhishek carrying the sharp knife with him, Achintya is alone, badly outnumbered by the five of them. They will definitely won't need the use of the gun but still he should keep that knife with him, just for the show, his men alone was enough for him. Beside, dying in agony is much better than ending the life of the enemy with the gun.

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Achintya knows at once that something is wrong and his doubt get confirmed when he finds five men on the door two of them grinning like the maniac, the other three looked similar to the stone sculpture. A sculpture made by the five years old from how bad it was carved .

"Ah..look boys, who have joined us.. Achintya Chaudhary." Abhishek taunts. Coming forward in the long strides followed by his clowns.

Achintya pushes Niyati behind him adjusting himself in a way she stays out of the sight of these men. These idiots, have come here to die by his hands, it is fine. Afterall he must help these creatures in uniting with the god. It is the presence of the Niyati that was the problem here.

He must send her away from the sight of the mayhem that will soon be this place, he can't just taint her eyes this soon. When he meant soon, he hasn't not meant like now.

"More like you..stalked me and joined here." He snorts. Eyeing his opponents. He can easily take of those three men on whose strength Abhishek was completely confident on. They all have come without any of the weapon, too confident in their skill alone, idiots, bloody idiots.

And at last, he will crush the skull of that short, portly man, will pluck his rotten tooth out of the gums and let him howls in the pain, and just when he will beg for the death that he will be granted that. Because his fucking glass like eyes has dared to penetrate the armour he has created around her, has dared to look at the one he was not supposed to see.

"How come thus that matter Chaudhary? We are here. " Abhishek shrugs. The fucker looks too calm, too relax, can't he see the dead that is looming above them. On him.
"Oh..does we interupted something? I hope so well, but you were leaving when we came - so it means you already had your fun."

"Yeah well, I might have, but it doesn't mean I can't have fucking more." But first he has to get Niyati to a safe place. Soon. Because she was trembling behind him, hands clutching his shirt tightly because he might have hindered her vision but her senses were intact and she can clearly feel the animosity and the red trail of violence blooming there. "I'll have fun breaking your bones, trust me."

"Oh please, look around you- you are outnumbered by us-"

"It is the sheep that needs its herd bastard, I, alone is enough for you and your clowns."

The vein on the forehead of the Abhishek's will soon burst from the anger. He clenches his teeth, his finger trembling in rage "still as arrogant as before. Let's see if this attitude of yours will still remain intact in the last moment of your life-"

"It surely will. But I want to know one thing...does your father is aware about this suicide mission -"

"DON'T INVOLVE HIM-" and that shouts give the answer to Achintya. So Kulbhushan Prasad is not aware about his son's plan. He can only guess then what  will happen to the Prasad once he becomes aware about this betrayal, but it might not matter to him afterall, the grief of loosing the son will be far more than loosing the alliance of the Chaudharys.

"Don't you fucking involve my father in this, you dog. He might fears you but I don't. And once I will give him the news about your death he will be proud of me."

"Those two things makes no connection. But then expecting you to make any sense is laughable on its own." It gives Achintya immense joy seeing the vivid red on the Abhishek's face. He knows Abhishek as Vijay's drunk mate. Given the situation might have jabbed few taunts at him too for the company he has choosen.

But then his father decided that staying with the Chaudharys is not enough and so he joined the opposing party and thus officialy branding that dislike into hate. But still Kulbhushan Prasad has enough brain cells to not go against the Chaudharys, at least directly, but seems like his son doesn't inherite some of those quality.

"Yeah..laugh. laugh as much as you want in your stupid brain, but know this one thing. Once I killed you, I will laugh on your dead body and then on your whore's -"

It was unexpected. Too sudden to realise but Achintya throws the punch with such force that a sickening sound of the bone breaking and the painful howl echoes in the silence.

Niyati cups her mouth in a silent scream, eyes wide and hands cold as she saw the hell breaking loose. The man who was sort of the leader has been clutching his nose, blood dripping in between his finger on the floor, Achintya broke his nose. Definitely.

The short man pushes the howling man away from the scene, Achintya dodges the punch from the scared face man and aims a well placed kick on the collarbone of the bald man. The man with the ugly nose punches him on the abdomen as the bald man screams clutching his broken collarbone, Achintya stopped the kick aimed by the scared face with his hands, pushes him away and rounded on the ugly nose grabbing him from the behind and thrusting his head on the stone wall dragging it few inches and another crash and throw him away on the floor.

The ugly nose laid unconscious on the floor "don't fucking mess my shirt. It cost more than your claptrap life." The man dusted his shirt where the footprint of the ugly man was, turning to the last remaining man of this circus "come forward, I don't have the whole day."

A minute later, Abhishek watches his handpicked men lying on the floor, only the bald one was awake the other two, both lying like the heap of the sacks on the floor.
The waves of the confidence he was feeling now gone replaced by the cold fear as the man walks towards him with murder in his eyes.

He tightly closed his eyes when he felt the fist coming but instead it was Chintu who screamed "Sahab.. Sahab...let me go. I didn't do anything -"

"Oh I know what you did and what you not. " Achintya tighten his hold on the man's throat, such a weak creature eyeing something that he was not supposed to be "I'm just admiring your eyes. "

The man made the gurgling sound, his hands flying to get free from the choked grip, but it only tightens more "hm..let's see..they will be as beautiful as now when your life will be drained out of your body."

Loosing the grip he turned the man as clutching his neck with his elbow, "look. Look now, she is standing just there- now you do not have to bob your meaty head up and down. I'm giving you the perfect view-"

Chintu felt his breathing getting shallowed as his eyes land on the girl, he thought that dying while seeing her face might not be that bad, afterall it will be like bidden good-bye from the goddess herself.

Looking at her now, he himself can not believe how he can compare her to a low-life. A girl like her with an impeccable beauty, a drop of the tear fall on her wheatish skin, it glisten like the diamond in the rays of the sun.

"Fucking bastard." And he crushes that man's head on the nearby wall, with a sickening thud he fall on the ground and didn't move again.

Achintya spit on him, wiping his bloodied hand on the man's shirt and kicking him again for some good measure. "You made my hands dirty."

He stood up, glaring at the trembling form of the pathetic man with bloodied shirt clutching his broken nose, Abhishek whimpered as Achintya closes, sticking himself to the wall behind him. "Oh.. don't run away, please. You are not dying, atleast not for now. I have better ideas than that,"

Achintya turned finding her wide eyes at once, she stood where he left her, her shivering fragile form at once subsidies his rage a bit. Her eyes travelled from the limps of the men,clashing against his own, a sob left her lips when he open his arms-

Niyati runs, arms woven around her he tugs her in his chest. Her own arms tighten around him. Her trembling worsen when her eyes scans the bodies so near to her, sturdy hands woven around her neck guiding her head a bit so she has her face pressed against his strong shoulders. "Relax, I promised I won't kill anyone infront of you."

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Abhishek watches the couple walking away from the scene, Chaudhary acting like the fucking unbothered King who has no worries of the world except for the girl. The one whose form he clutches around him, the one for whom he looses his control and broke his nose, the one for whom he didn't went for the immediate kill.

But who is she?

She does not look like she came from the influential family, her clothes were mediocre, neither she was wearing anything superficial. She was beautiful, there was no doubt in that, and definitely an  innocent to their world from the way she reacted to all this.

She looked and behaved like the innocent but then she couldn't be one. Which respected girl come to a lonely place along with a man. Huh..! In the end it was clear, the girl must be a low-life vermin who has catched the Chaudhary's attention for her beauty.

Chaudhary, the fucker again left with his head held high, not even a scratch on his body while the four useless vermins of his lying on the floor.

It reminds him of the knife he kept with him this whole time, he didn't attacked in the fear of turning Achintya's whole wrath on him own -not when he beat his men to pulp and his nose is sacrificed for forever- but he could use it now.

Yeah now, when he is too busy consoling that slut-

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Achintya shoves Niyati away the moment he heard the footsteps running towards him, the next second that low-life dog has stabbed him near his shoulder.

He heard her scream,his maniac like laugh "I got you. Now I'll take that slut of yours with me and fu-" the next second he turns to him, Achintya's face red with the rage,

"You will, if I let you live-" the next second Abhishek's skull got lolled on the side, a sharp ringing in his ears, his head must be crushed and he felt limp on the floor.

Niyati comes running to him but he holds his hand, stopping her from coming near to himself "don't. I'm bleeding and I'll ruin your clothes. " He brings out the handkerchief from his pocket, and dabbed it on the wound putting pressure on it to stop the flow.

He knows the wound is deep and will need stiches.

But he also knew that if he reacts or shows his pain, Niyati might faint, she has gone completely white.

"Sit, I'll drop you near the college. " He ordered. Expecting her to follow him he went to the jeep to find her rooted on the place.

"NIYATI." It brings her out of the trance, watched him dialling a number from his phone "- on the lover spot fort. Yeah, just send someone - yeah, alright. I want that fucker alive when I return back to home-"

She sit behind him on the jeep and he drove away.

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7000 words. Uff..
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First of all, apology to all for being M.I.A all this time without any notice ; a member of my family was in the bad place + I had my semester papers too.
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But I'll try to be as active as I can from now.
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The next chapter Vijay and Niyati will meet- who's excited..
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Peace_x_o_