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Siya stared at her hands, after waking up. They were bandaged, her heart melting at the care given by her bestfriend. Siya knew Zoya couldn't handle the sight of blood, she'd turn pale at even the slight look at it.

Yet, when her hand was injured in the most bloody and messy way possible, she overcame her fears for her. Her heart ached, why couldn't she expect such care from her Mother?

As a young girl, her mother was her everything. Papa had always been out but her mother stayed with her all the while.

"Siya! Your breakfast is ready!" A delighted voice sounded from behind her, she looked up to see Zoya. Her eyes taking in her bestie, who was wearing a white dress, she chuckled. "Zoya, would you wear Indian wears in USA as well?"

True to her amusement, whilst Siya had qualms wearing different diversities of clothes, Zoya had always only been seen in Salvaar Kamiz or any other traditional wear. It wasn't that they were old fashioned or conservative, they just didn't like wearing flashy clothes themselves. Siya because she hadn't worn so, due to living in such toxic environment when growing up. If it weren't for her brothers that encouraged her to wear as she saw fit, Siya would most probably not ever be comfortable wearing western clothes.

Zoya on the other hand, wore kurti sheerly out of her own choice. She liked light weight Kurtis, even worn them over jeans. Zoya chuckled, shaking her head. "Pasand hai hame, Siya." She winked, "How else would I stand out?"

Both the friends were world's apart. Their language, whilst Siya had always been more open, Zoya had the habit of changing formal to informal and so on. Siya liked living simple, whilst Zoya thrived in royalty. So was the reason, why she never shared anything.

Red rims, blotchy red face. Tear stained cheeks, and puffy eyes. She seemed pale, but still radiated with an unadulterated radiance. She came and sat down beside Siya, with a quiet smile.

Siya's eyes taking in her face, but she didn't

question her. She knew wouldn't get an answer. She spoke, smiling down at her band-aid quietly. "Thanks for the patch work, Zo. Tere Bina...," she shook her head laughing softly.

Something akin to pain flashed Zoya's eyes but she smiled, shaking her head. "Emotional mat ho, humesha yahi rahenge hum." Siya looked at her, her heart breaking she spoke finally, "Pata hai...,yakin kiya tha Maine unpe." Siya didn't speak the name but understanding quickly flashed Zoya's eyes.

She scoffed, shaking her head. "Sab ek jaise hai, Siyu. Teri maa, aur woh Rana sa bhi! Jaan lelungi mai unki, bas Nishant Bhai ko uthne de tu."

The door bell of her apartment rang, Siya looked up. Zoya got up, glancing at her. She spoke, "Indar Bhai hai, unhone kal raat call kiya tha."

Siya felt relief in her heart, atleast he didn't hate her.

Indar had sent some money online to Zoya last night, and called to let her know that Siya hadn't had dinner. After sitting in Zoya's rented Porche, Siya had passed out crying. It was then, when Indar called telling her he would visit her in the morning.

When the door opened, a red eyed Indar walked in. Still bruised, but the dark circles under his eyes were still very clear. He hadn't slept, Siya realised. Tears instantly sprung in her eyes, she got up hugging him. Indar stiffened, before quickly hugging her back despite his body screaming in pain.

God knew it had been days since she talked to him, and hugged him. After that night, Siya had closed herself around him, no matter how much he tried she wouldn't speak to him.

Yet now she clung to him as if he was her last floating board in a tsunami. He realised he'd do anything for her happiness. He had been bitter all these while, he realised her sadness was the guilt that weighed him down.

He'd help her out.

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Avyaan stormed into Yuvaraj's office, the room had been dark, he gazed at the man on the desk buried deep in files. He glared at him, determined. "Bhai Sa."

When Yuvaraj ignored him, he slammed his hand on the desk, yelling. "You're not doing this, Bhai Sa." Yuvaraj finally looked up, a chilling glare in place. His face, cold. "Watch yourself, Avyaan."

Avyaan clenched his jaw, he bit out. "No." It seemed as if the temperature of the room had dropped. Ice meeting Fire, the contrasting emotions a chaos that threatened to turn over the place.

"No?"

The single word, if it weren't Avyaan who had been with Yuvaraj all his childhood. Someone who knew Yuvaraj wouldn't hurt him, the person would have shuddered. His eyes hard, he looked down at his brother, shaking his head. "No."

Yuvaraj straightened in his seat, intensely staring at Avyaan. Cold and piercing, "Is it about that girl?"

Avyaan flinched, coldness filling him up. His gaze becoming furious, "she has nothing to do with this."

Yuvaraj raised an eyebrow, drawling, "Right. You still love Ruhanika Mandal, is it?" Avyaan banged his fist on table, seething in rage.

“She was fucking thrown out of her own house. Bhai sa."

Yuvaraj's gaze sharpened, staring at Avyaan. Avyaan didn't break the eye contact, letting his torment seep through his eyes, he grit out, "She was kicked out because you called off the wedding."

The words nearly driving Yuvaraj over the edge, he stared at Avyaan. The younger one shaking in fury, he spat, "She was hit, accused for being shameless and unfaithful, because you called off the wedding."

The world screeched to a stop for Yuvaraj. His eyes ringing, not listening to another word spoken by the prince, only one sentence revolving in his head.

She was hit.

Beaten.

His woman was beaten.

"Bhai Sa, she was cr-- Bhai Sa?" Avyaan stopped mid speech when Yuvaraj whizzed past him. Yuvaraj moved as if he was a storm,  his steps furious as they resounded against the floor.

"Hukum, What orders do I have?" Dhiraj who had been called for, seemed anxious at the fury on Yuvaraj's face.

Yuvaraj's eyes hardened.

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The lights of the whole house went out, making Aradhya look up. "Aaji, Suniye." She called out her husband. Hearing no answers, her brows furrowed. "Suhani?"

She walked out, the room seemed extremely quiet. "Disha? Indar?" She called out, a little scared.

"Nobody's home."

A dark voice spoke, making her flinch. Her eyes looking up, she met the eyes of the man who seemed like a hurricane in his open territory. Who seemed every bit of the King of Rajasthan.

Aradhya may be stupid but her eyes were good at danger when she spot one. While this king had always been kind and polite to her, courtesy of his love towards her daughter. Today he looked like how people described him, the way she had heard him to be.

A monster.

Yuvaraj had always been a natural predator, just too good at hiding his tendencies. Despite the kind attitude he showcased, there was always a reason why Pankaj Sharma never crossed him. A reason the old man's children and wife never understood.

He was kind, polite, respectful. But he was only so, because he loved their fucking daughter. Who truly dared cross the one who ruled the very land they walked on, owned the very air they breath on?

Every single man who lived on the land, their life was on lease to this king, his to take and manipulate. Just because of his respect, he couldn't be taken as somebody who'd lie down whilst his love was abused.

He had always chosen to remain quiet because if he took action, he wasn't sure to not hurt his Siya. He wondered if he had been mistaken for if her mother had always been this abusive, he should have actually striked with the same harshness he always did.

He wouldn't tolerate any more.

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Bhaiiiii, gayab nahi Hui thi yaar just workload bad Gaya tha toh fir check ni karpayi.

New chapter will be up by tommorow. I need like...70 comments and I'll be happy.

Anyways, what are your thoughts? Is what Yuvi doing right? Avenging for Siya? I think she'd end up hating him for it even more.

Do you guys trust him tho?

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