“The Senanis,” Ravi said in a horrified whisper. And then he looked at her with widened eyes. “Please, remain here. I’ll go speak with them and get this sorted. And no matter what happens, don’t get out of the car.”

Anika’s heart was thumping loudly in fear. “It’s not safe, Ravi. Don’t get out. I’ll go speak to them.”

Ravi shook his head vehemently. “Please. Don’t fight me on this. I’ve already sent out the code to Abhay and everyone else at home. Help should arrive shortly. Just—”

Before Ravi could finish, a loud thunking noise sounded on her side of the car. The door was being attacked by what appeared to be an axe. She knew the car was bulletproof, but had no idea how long it could withstand an axe.

There were at least twenty men surrounding the car watching them with wild eyes as though they couldn’t wait to tear the car apart.

She was trembling as she tried to think of a way out.

Less than five minutes later, the entire car door on her side was wrenched apart, and she was being pulled out of the car.

Ravi tried to intervene, but a loud gunshot went off within the car.

“No! Don’t kill him!” she shouted in panic as she saw Ravi’s bleeding arm. “I’ll come with you.”

“That’s good. Then don’t trouble us and come out quietly,” said one of the men.

With her heart pounding loudly in fear, she pushed herself out of the car. Immediately, hands grabbed her.

“Finally, we have the Prajapati whore with us,” said a tall man who looked much more put together than the rest of the men.  There were several snickers at the crude comment. “You kept us waiting for a very long time, sweetheart. That bastard Singham must have known that and kept you well guarded.”

She remained quiet, trying not to show any visible fear. There was an evil grin on an otherwise a handsome face in front of her. “I lied. I hate all Singhams. And I especially hate leaving them alive,” he said, before shooting into the car multiple times.

Anika screamed and struggled to go towards Ravi. “Let go! Let me go to him,” she shouted.

She began to fight. She kicked, scratched, and clawed with her free hand while ignoring the pain on her other hand where the man held her in a bone-crushing grip. The man raised his hand and slammed into her face. Stars exploded behind her eyes followed by pain. Reeling and staggering, she tried to remain upright, refusing to give into the blackness.

A rough hand grasped her under her chin, forcing her to stare into the man’s cold smiling eyes. “I’m going to have so much fun breaking you.”

The man dragged her into one of the cars. Her head continued to reel from the blow, and it was getting hard to focus. She stopped struggling, but jerked at his grip. She tried opening the lock on the car door next to her, but the child locks were enabled.

She turned her head back to watch the abandoned car with Ravi inside moving further and further away. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered with tears in her eyes. This was her fault. The Senanis killed Ravi because she put him in danger by asking him to help her escape.

Will Abhay find out what happened? He’ll know she drove away to escape using the pretext of picking up a friend.

Will he hate her? Or mourn her?

She shook her head refusing to accept whatever was happening to her passively. The Senanis had no leverage on her.

“If you kill me, Abhay won’t like that,” she said confidently.

The man next to her barked out a laugh. “Oh, I’ll be happy if he doesn’t like it at all. But don’t worry, I’m not going to kill you.” His eyes roved over her face and body lingering on her chest. “I’ll just fuck you and send you back to him.”

She inhaled a sharp breath at the threat. “He’ll come for me. You won’t get the chance to send me back to him.”

“Ah,” he said. She recoiled as he ran his thumb over her lip. “Yes, definitely. With a face like this, especially the lips, he’s going to come for you. Did he teach you how to suck a cock and make a man happy?” he asked with a leer.

She didn’t open her mouth to answer, fearing he’d push his thumb inside her mouth. Instead, she stared stubbornly ahead until there was laughter from the man next to her.

He moved his thumb away. “Has Abhay Singham mentioned me to you?” he asked.

“No.”

“Well, then let me introduce myself. I’m Hemant Senani, your future lover, and if you are lucky, the father of your child.”

Her nails dug into the seats as anger and fear warred within her while snickers filled the car. The car kept taking them further and further away from the Singham lands.

 

*****

 

After what seemed to be an eternity, they stopped in front of a large warehouse, and the man dragged her into it, as she struggled.

Tears burned her eyes and all the emotion she’d kept bottled up inside exploded from her. “You are a fool! What the hell are you going to accomplish by this? More feud? Half of your people are already dead due to senseless violence and stupid ignorance. Stop this madness right now!”

“Shut up.” The man said with rage in his eyes. “This is not senseless or ignorant. Our pride is our life, and if anyone dares to hurt that pride, they will have to pay with their lives.” He dragged her closer. “Singhams’ pride is in your dignity, which I’m going to enjoy stripping out of you.”

Her heart pounded so hard she could barely breathe. She had to be smart and think of a way to stop that man from raping her, but she was clamming up as he ripped the material of her clothes.

He leaned forward, held her breasts, and pressed his body against her back grinding his erection against her. A wave of nausea rolled up her throat and she struggled to control it.

She felt his lips on her ears. “I’ll show you what a real man feels like.”

She heard the sound of his zipper, and then she began to struggle. It only excited him further. He brought out a sharp knife and began cutting through her clothes while the rest of the Senanis began to make lewd remarks.

His hands began to run up and down her sides making her skin crawl. She let her body go completely slack making him think she gave in. She turned her head back to look at him. He was nearly half a foot taller than her.

She threw her head back slightly baring her neck. Slowly, he relaxed his hold on her continuing to grind against her. Soon he took up the invitation, and she felt his lips on her neck

The next minute, she bent her head down and reared slamming her head back hard into his nose, until she saw stars once again. He let out a roar, but before he could recover, she turned and slammed her heel into his bare crotch.

The man began to scream violently, and all the men drew out their weapons and pointed at her waiting for an instruction to kill her.

She closed her eyes shut, and thought of Abhay. Her heart clenched at the thought of never having to see him or hold him again.

There were gunfire sounds that sounded like explosions, but her body didn’t experience any pain. There were several screams, and then something sliced through her arm making her hiss out in pain. But the pain wasn't significant enough to drop her on the ground.

“Anika!” She opened her eyes when she thought she heard Abhay’s voice through the noises.

She saw him and felt immense relief.  He was shouting something at her, but everything around them was too loud to hear him. Her head was throbbing, and her ears continued ringing with the sound of gunfire.

There was so much blood around her she didn’t know which family it belonged to. Abhay moved towards her, and she met him halfway.

He pushed her on the ground and covered her body with his. She could feel his movements as he lifted his hands and continued to shoot at people around him.

After sometime, the gunfire stopped. Everything was quiet, except for a wheezing noise made by a man lying a few feet away from her.

Abhay rolled away from her, and immediately her eyes fell on her tormenter, Hemant Senani.

Anika’s heart began to thud. Why was he kept alive?

“Did this animal touch you?” Abhay asked quietly, his eyes on her torn clothes.

She couldn't get her tongue to function, so she nodded.

“Take this.” Abhay extended his hand to give her a gun.

She hesitated.

Hemant Senani started to cough and spat out blood. His face was a bloody mess due to his broken nose. “I was having fun with your wife, Singham,” he taunted. “A real hot little piece who likes it rough. Her cunt is still tight even though you must be regularly fucking her. Maybe that’s why she couldn’t get enough of me because I have a bigger cock.”

Anika felt conflicting emotions within her. She did feel violated by the man in front of her who had every intention of raping her and was still taunting her and Abhay, but she couldn't take a life.

She clenched her hands waiting for some kind of instincts to kick in. Natural instincts that will tell her whether or not to take a life.

“Take the gun, Anika,” Abhay repeated with a dead calm tone.

“I-I can’t,” she said. “I can’t kill someone.”

“It’s not just someone, Anika,” he said in a rational tone. “It’s a fucker who dared to touch you and is taunting you again. I’m giving you a chance to take your own revenge.”

When she stood frozen, the man on the floor laughed. “You know why she's hesitating, Singham? Because she loved being fucked by a real man. Give her a choice, and she'll let me go. Right, sweetheart? We had fun didn't we? Loved how you sucked my cock. I'm looking forward to a lifetime of more fun with you.”

“Anika!” Abhay snapped at her.

“Abhay…” she whispered, wanting to badly tell him no again, but something in his eyes stopped her.

Abhay looked at her with a calm look. “This man is yours to do what you want,” he growled. “But remember, whatever you choose, it’ll be your choice for life.”

Tears fell down her eyes as she trembled, staring at the gun. She understood what he was doing. He had found out about her attempt to escape. He was giving her a choice between choosing to pick his way of life or return to her old life.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Then opening her eyes, she took the gun carefully from Abhay’s hand and pointed it at the man on the floor.

The man leered. “Ah, is this the part where I’m supposed to be begging for my life?”

Leaning down, she placed the gun to the Senani man’s head, and then taking another deep breath, she pulled the trigger.