Ch-4 Dare mess with her

Zayd's POV :

Fingers were busy pressing the keys on the laptop, while the brown eyes were focused on the screen. The reflection of the codes could be seen on his glasses.

As the clock struck midday in office, the familiar buzz of work surrounded him. Amidst the hustle, his phone suddenly lit up with an name flashing on the screen. Curious, he shifted his gaze to his phone screen while his fingers of his right hand ran through his raven hair. To his surprise, a soft, trembling voice greeted him, and his heart skipped a beat - it was her.

"Mishti?"

Despite the busy office background, her cries echoed through the phone, instantly pulling at my heartstrings. My heartache as she cried harder.

"Mish...mishti-" I couldn't even say her name. But then she finally spoke.

"I...he...h-how".

I clenched my fingers turning them into a fist, " Who?" I wanted to hug her, tell her it's ok to cry.

"Cry as much as you want I am here." Those words were enough to make her cry even harder. But it was easy for me, hearing her cry I just wanted to kill whoever made her cry like that.

Eventually her sobbing decreased and at the end it stopped. All there was, silence and her struggling to breathe. I know she must be tired with so much crying. But the silence was killing me, I just wanted to know who hurt her. But I can't force her into saying. I waited patiently as she finally spoke.

"I-'', she took a deep breath. "You r..remember I told you my bf wasn't talking to me right. I...told you the reason was I didn't do what he said. Guess what-...cough"

"Mish-" Her voice.

"He wanted my nudes.... I wasn't ready so he brought my past in between....gave me silent treatment for a week."

I was listening to everything, waiting for her to speak up everything. While my nails were almost dug inside the palm.

"I did what he wanted I...cough...loved hi...him.'' With a short pause she continued again.

"His demand increased...i don't wanna do anything....b-blackmail...he has my photo."

"Who is he?" My blood was boiling at this point.

''Y-your fri-... Aman."

A..Aman my friend. I didn't know what to say anymore. That fucking bastard.

"Take care of yourself...for me."

I got up from the seat letting my colleague know I was leaving and hung up the call.

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The tension crackled in the air Aman was squared up, fists clenched and eyes blazing with fury. He had crossed a line, and I wasn't about to let him get away with it. With a swift move, with my lunged forward, ready to defend Mishti's honor.

He, taken aback by the sudden aggression, tried to retaliate, but the things were relentless. Blow after blow, the fight raged on, each punch fueled by a mix of anger and protectiveness. In the end, it was clear, no one messes with my girl and gets away with it.

My fist was coloured crimson with his blood from his mouth, while he was on the ground coughing.

"B..ro....cough...you going against your brother for....that b..bitch-." He still dared to call her bitch. I was feeling betrayed, angry, and mixed with every emotion. Aman was someone I used to see as my brother, I never would have imagined my life he would step so low.

"If you dared to contact her again-"

"Who are you to stop me?" He got up from the ground wiping the blood from his back of the hand.

My eyes looked at him enough to make him take a few steps back.

"She my girl and you dare to mess with her."

Misthi's POV:

Three hours later my phone buzzed but i was too tired to keep it up. I was now on the bed as mom and dad were back from granny's. I didn't want them to worry about me, so I got up in my bed and covered myself and acted as if I was sleeping.

My phone kept buzzing, I didn't care about whoever the fuck was calling me. I didn't have any energy left. History was just being repeated, maybe I should get used to being this. I didn't realize when I ended up sleeping for real.

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