Siara's pov-
The metallic taste of blood filled the air. This Fucking Bastard slapped me hard. My breathing was heavy, but my resolve was cold as steel. I wasn't scared. Fear was a luxury I couldn't afford. Not after what happened that day.
These men thinks they can intimidate me, manipulate me, or worse. They had no idea who they were dealing with. Ropes on my wrists were already loosened enough by now that I can easily free myself.
When their boss's mocking laughter echoed through the dimly lit warehouse, it was the final straw. His words were venomous, laced with another disrespect for my father.
"So this is the great Aarav Malhotra's daughter? I expected more fire from the man's legacy. But that fucker has a beautiful daughter, I'll agree on that"
He has no idea what he just did. My wrists were already opened. I stood up, despite the searing pain from the earlier blow to face. I took one calculated step ahead. My voice was a chilling monotone, deliberate and unshaken. "Let's take you on a tour to a graveyard."
The boss smirked, clearly amused. "Oh? And how will you do that? With your icy stares?"
His mens were covering us from all sides. Some had already pointed their guns on me. Avya was tied in the corner. I'll just have to make sure they do not get to her before me.
After calculating everything, That was it. My patience snapped. The flicker of rage in my veins ignited into a blazing inferno.
I lunged at the nearest man, catching him off guard. His knife glinted under the dim light as I twisted it out of his hand and slashed him across his arm in one fluid motion. He screamed, clutching his wound.
"Get her! She's just one woman!" The boss yelled
They all charged at once. I didn't flinch. With every move, I calculated, I struck, and I conquered.
The next man swung a bat at me, but I ducked, grabbing his wrist and twisting it backward until I heard a sickening crack. He fell to the ground, howling in pain. I grabbed the bat and swung it at the man charging toward me. It connected with his ribs, and he crumpled.
The room became a cacophony of shouts, groans, and the dull thuds of bodies hitting the floor. I didn't stop. Every time they came at me, I disarmed them and used their weapons against them.
A man lunged with a knife, aiming for my abdomen. I sidestepped, grabbed his arm, and drove the knife into his thigh. He screamed, falling to the ground. If dadi sees me doing this, she'll probably get a heart attack.
One of them managed to grab me from behind, locking my arms. I slammed my head back, hitting his nose with a sickening crunch. As he stumbled, I grabbed his knife and slashed him across the shoulder.
The boss's voice boomed again. "Is this the best you've got, princess? You're bleeding!"
He was right. Blood trickled down my temple, my arm was scraped, and my shirt was torn by now, it was barely hanging. Good that I wore my gym sports Bra today. Let the show begin.
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Author's pov-
As Siara stood tall amidst the chaos, blood trickling down from her wounds, she wasn't backing down. The sound of heavy breathing filled the air, punctuated by the grunts of men groaning in pain, their bodies scattered across the room like ragdolls.
Her chest heaved, but her eyes-cold, emotionless-never wavered. She scanned the room, calculating her next move as the remaining men began to circle her. They had underestimated her, thinking her cold exterior was a weakness. Now, they would understand what they had unleashed.
One man lunged toward her with a knife, aiming for her abdomen, but Siara was quicker. She sidestepped and grabbed his wrist, twisting it with a snap, making him drop the weapon. Without hesitation, she spun him around and slammed his face into the cold, concrete floor.
"Is that all you've got?" Siara taunted, her voice as chilling as her movements.
Another man charged, a steel pipe in hand. Siara raised her foot and kicked him square in the chest, sending him crashing backward. His head smacked the ground with a sickening thud. He didn't get back up.
The fight wasn't just physical-it was a battle of wills. She could feel the anger, the frustration building inside her, pushing her to keep fighting, to keep proving that nothing could break her.
A man behind her tried to grab her, but she was already prepared. She twisted, grabbing his arm, and with a swift movement, she threw him over her shoulder. He crashed into the other men, knocking them down like bowling pins.
"Keep coming," Siara said, her voice low and threatening.
One of the men, seemingly tired of playing games, pulled out a gun and aimed it directly at her. She didn't flinch. Her gaze was unyielding. A sick smirk curled on his lips."Time to end this, doctor."
With lightning-fast reflexes, Siara grabbed the gun from his hand, twisting his wrist until he dropped the weapon. Before he could react, she slammed her elbow into his jaw, knocking him out cold.
But then, from behind, another man grabbed her by the hair, yanking her head back. He slammed her face into the floor, and Siara gritted her teeth as blood poured from a gash on her forehead.
"Pathetic," the man sneered, standing over her, ready to deliver the final blow.
Siara, disoriented but far from beaten, kicked his legs out from under him, sending him to the ground. She scrambled to her feet, a feral glint in her eyes. This was her fight. And she would end it.
Just as she reached for another weapon-a rusty crowbar lying nearby-a man grabbed her from behind, his grip like iron. He pulled her toward him, and she could feel his breath on her neck.
"You'll regret this," he whispered.
But Siara wasn't done. She spun around, slamming her elbow into his ribs. The air whooshed out of him as he staggered back, his grip loosening. She grabbed the crowbar, swung it with precision, and knocked him out in one swift motion.
For a moment, the room fell silent, save for the occasional groan of the fallen mens. The remaining attackers hesitated, realizing the tide had turned. But they were too late. Siara was already on the offensive again.
As she moved through the room, her steps measured, calculating, the men one by one began to fall. They couldn't keep up. She was too fast, too precise, too relentless. She made sure to cover avya all the time and divert their total attention on her. Even with the injuries, she kept going, every movement flowing with deadly grace.
But then, as she took down the last man in sight, a figure appeared- Jaydeep kukreja, the boss. His eyes were filled with rage as he advanced on her, a cruel grin twisting his lips.
"You think you've won?" he taunted, his voice thick with malice. "This is just the beginning."
Siara didn't answer. She was too focused. She lunged at him, her fists flying. But he was quicker than the others. He blocked her punches, landing a few of his own. Her head snapped back from the force, and for a brief moment, her vision blurred.
"Not so fast doctor" he growled, grabbing her by the neck and lifting her off the ground.
Siara's vision blurred even more as she fought to breathe. But then-suddenly, a burst of adrenaline coursed through her veins. Her legs kicked, her body twisted, and she grabbed a nearby shard of metal.
With one swift movement, she drove it into his side. He howled in pain, releasing her. She dropped to the floor, gasping for air, but she wasn't done. She wasn't even close to done.
As he staggered back, Siara stood up, her face a mask of cold determination. She was injured, bruised, bleeding, but that man disrespected her father. She won't stop today.
He realizing his mistake, tried to lunge for her again. But Siara was faster. She grabbed the gun lying nearby, aimed it with deadly accuracy. Her eyes were filled with emotions that no one has seen in past some years and then she pulled The trigger. The bullet hit him in the chest. His eyes widened in shock as he collapsed to the floor, never to get back up.
Flashback- Author's pov
"Doll, it's a gun, not a venomous snake. Hold it properly." Reyansh sighed
Siara grimacing,"Easy for you to say. It feels venomous. And heavy. Why is it so heavy?!"
"Probably because it's full of disappointment right now." Avyaan grinned.
Siara snapped,"Shut up, Avyaan bhai. At least I don't scream when I see a lizard!"
"Oh, look! The lizard trauma card is back. Classic Siara. Now, can we focus on you embarrassing the family for a change?" Aryan mocked siara
Siara boringly replied,"I'm not embarrassing anyone! This is a stupid exercise. Why do I even need to know how to shoot? Isn't this what I have you guys for?"
Ekansh said in a mock-serious tone,"True, but what if we're not there? You'll need to protect yourself, doll."
Siara rolled her eyes,"If you're not there, I'll just yell. Loud enough to summon the neighbors."
"Oh, they'd come running alright. To laugh at you." Vivek grinned
"Ha ha, very funny. You know what? Fine. I'll shoot. Watch and learn." She huffed
She lifted the gun, her hands shaking slightly. The brothers exchanged skeptical glances.
"Any bets on how far off she'll miss?" Avyaan snickered
"I bet she doesn't even pull the trigger." Aryan confidently said
Vivek laughs,"I bet she screams and throws the gun before pulling the trigger."
"I CAN HEAR YOU!" Siara snapped
Aarav Malhotra finally stepped forward, his tone calm but firm. "Siara, focus. This isn't a joke. Line up the shot, steady your hands, and pull the trigger. It's simple."
Siara muttered "Simple, he says. Like it's threading a needle or something.
Papa, why don't you pull the trigger and I do the other things you mentioned. What say?"
One glare from her father and She adjusted her grip, squinting at the target a few feet away. Just as she steadied herself, Reyansh decided to add fuel to the fire."Do you think the gun's more scared of her than she is of it?"
Aryan grinned "Focus, Siara. Don't embarrass us. The Malhotra pride is at stake."
She took a deep breath, finger hovering over the trigger. The brothers leaned forward in anticipation, half expecting fireworks-or a complete disaster.
Siara muttering to herself ,"Okay. One, two..."
She paused, her finger shaking
"...Three-OH MY GOD, I CAN'T DO THIS!"
She yelped, dropped the gun, and jumped back as if it had grown teeth.
Aryan burst out laughing "Called it! She didn't even pull the trigger!"
Avyaan said while clutching his stomach "Did you see her face? Priceless. Someone get a camera!"
Siara crossing her arms "Oh, shut up! This is stupid. Guns are stupid. I don't need this in my life."
"Oh no, the mighty Siara Malhotra, scared of a bang. I've seen squirrels braver than you." Vivek mocked her
Ekansh laughed,"Forget squirrels, I think even a caterpillar wouldn't flinch like that."
Siara shot them a death glare but said nothing. Aarav stepped forward, hiding a smile as he picked up the gun."That's enough. Doll, if you don't want to do this, you don't have to. But remember, sometimes knowing how to defend yourself is necessary."
Siara grumbling,"I'll just carry pepper spray. Less scary, same effect."
The brothers erupted into laughter again."Pepper spray? Oh, sure. That'll definitely scare off an armed attacker. 'Beware, or I'll season you like a salad!'"
Reyansh turned to her and explained seriously,"If someday, you need to shoot someone in a dangerous situation, DO IT. Pull the trigger without a second thought. Your brothers are here to handle later. I mean every word I said doll.
Flashback ends
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Back to present-
Silence fell over the room. She thought The battle was over.
Siara stood amidst the wreckage, panting, her chest heaving. She was covered in blood-some her own, some not. But there was no sign of weakness in her.
But then it happened. One man came up from behind her, his filthy hand grabbing her breast. The violation was like a switch flipping inside her. She froze.
She turned around, her expressions colder than death itself.
Siara grabbed his arm, twisting it until she heard the bone snap. He screamed, but she wasn't done. She punched him across the face, then kneed him in the stomach. He collapsed, gasping for air, but she kicked him again, over and over, until he was crying in pain.
But before she could finish him off, another blow came from behind. The impact sent her stumbling, but she didn't fall. She spun around, and twisted his hand.
Another man tried to attack her while she was distracted by plunging a knife in her arm. Big mistake. She spun, delivering a swift kick to his knee, followed by a punch to his jaw. He went down like a sack of bricks.
The man dropped instantly, blood pooling beneath him. The rest of them, those still conscious, froze in fear.
Siara backed up slowly, leaning against the wall for support. Her body was screaming in pain, but my mind was sharp.
She was looking at the man who groped her breast with a sharp gaze. She was not even blinking. Her aura screamed death. Eyes fixed on him, she was almost shifted to her past. Their touch, those hands on her.
She was still looking at that man with her blank face, who was still groaning in pain.
Avya was crying badly, she was trying to call siara but for her everything was blur. She didn't move from where she was sitting nor she flickered her gaze from that man. She was physically here but her mind was shifted to that night. She looked DEADLY....
The sound of hurried footsteps echoed through the dimly lit hallways, growing louder with every passing second. The heavy oak door burst open with a thunderous bang, sending a shockwave through the already chaotic room. Standing in the doorway was Mahir, his presence commanding, his face a mask of fury and desperation.
His sharp eyes swept the room in an instant-injured mens groaning on the floor, the faint metallic scent of blood hanging in the air, and there, slumped against the wall, was Siara. She was bruised, bloodied, and battered, her hair disheveled, but she was not looking at anyone. Her gaze was fixed on only one person. She was aware of their presence but she didn't remove her gaze from where it was.
Behind mahir, a storm brewed. Siara's brothers-Reyansh, Ekansh, Avyaan, Aryan, and Vivek-rushed in like a tidal wave of anger and protectiveness. Each of their faces displayed a myriad of emotions-shock, rage, and heartbreak-as they took in the state of their sister.
Following closely was her father, Aarav Malhotra, his usual stoic demeanor cracking, his eyes blazing with a fury that could shake mountains.
For a moment, the room was silent, save for the ragged breathing of the defeated mens and the faint creak of boots on the wooden floor.
Then came the sehgal mens, they were shocked would be an understatement.
Kabir was the first to react. His wide eyes darted across the room, taking in the blood splatters, the broken furniture, and the mens writhing on the floor. He ran towards avya who was still terrified and asked her while opening her wrists,"What... what happened here?" he blurted, his voice filled with disbelief.
"That man disrespected aarav uncle again even when bhabhi had already threatened him before to not do so," avya replied to which every single men standing in the room looked at siara again whose gaze was still fixed on one particular man.
"S-s-she really turned this whole place into a graveyard," shivay lowly whispered.
Mahir's gaze was locked onto Siara, his eyes betraying the turmoil within him-concern, anger, and something deeper, something unspoken. His fists clenched tightly by his sides, his jaw visibly tightening as he absorbed the scene before him.
"Siara..." he said, his voice low but trembling with a mixture of rage and disbelief.
At the same time Reyansh said,"Doll"
Both went to either sides of siara and set on their knees. They followed her gaze. Their eyes darkened. They were thinking of all the possibilities of why she is just looking at that man.
When they turned back to her, Reyansh took siara's hand and softly called,"doll, look at me"
She didn't. Neither she looked at her bhai nor at her husband.
"Help me get up," siara codly asked while her gaze still fixed on that man.
Everyone was trying to grasp the situation but no one spoke. Siara's father was standing near her. He looked at his daughter who was still sitting in the same position. No one was able to understand what was happening but Aarav knew, he knew what his daughter was about to do. It's his child, his whole heart that he lost years ago. When he sent her away, she took his smile and heart with her.
Mahir blinked and took her hand into his. Both helped her to get up, they didn't question her.
Once she was standing, she didn't break the contact with that man and went towards him. The families were stunned. Siara started taking steps towards the man.
Her breaths were ragged, her body battered and bruised, but there was a fire in her eyes that burned brighter than her injuries.
Her steps were slow, measured, and each one echoed in the now eerily quiet room. The man was still groaning and crying in pain looked up at her, terror replacing the arrogance that had been on his face moments ago. He tried to shuffle backward but his body betrayed him.
With a swift, brutal kick, she struck his side, and he let out a guttural cry of pain. she grabbed him by the collar and yanked him up with a strength that seemed impossible for her frame.
Her fist connected with his jaw, the crack of bone reverberating through the room. The man stumbled back, but she didn't let him fall. Grabbing his arm, she twisted it behind his back with such force that he screamed, tears streaming down his face.
She punched him once, twice, thrice...... Again and again. Her body was betraying her but she wasn't done. The man collapsed down. He was unconscious by now but she was still not stopping.
Malhotra's and Sehgal's were stunned to see her like this. The room fell into silence, which was broken only by the sound of Siara's fist connecting with the man's already broken body.
None of them could move, their feet rooted to the ground as they stared at Siara, who, despite her wounds, remained unshaken.
"Stop doll," Aarav Malhotra for the first time in years called her his doll which snapped her out of her horrific past.
Her fist stopped midway and she slowly turned her gaze at her father. There was silence for a long time. The tension in the room was palpable.
Siara then looked straight into Reyansh's eyes and pointed towards the man she shot,"I pulled The trigger, Now handle it yourself"
Reyansh was proud of her, not just him but everyone was.
Then siara looked at mahir in her usual icy-cold gaze. The world froze for both. She blinked at Mahir, her vision blurring as she felt the room spin around her. The last thing she saw was mahir holding her before darkness surrounded her.
And the last thing she heard was shivay saying,"Bhabhi has Abs"
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