Chapter 69 The Blow of Brotherhood
Vihan enters the hall holding Rimjhim’s hand. His face is tense, concern etched deep into his expression. The moment they step inside, Neeti’s eyes fall on Rimjhim and she rushes over, worry evident in her voice. “Sister-In-Law! What happened to your hand?”
Vihan follows her gaze and notices Rimjhim’s other hand, blood is dripping from it. Shocked, he immediately holds her hand gently, his voice laced with alarm.
“How did this happen?!”
But Rimjhim is too shaken, too scared to respond. Her eyes are filled with tears, and her silence speaks louder than words.
Without wasting time, Vihan turns to Shorya and says firmly, “I’m leaving. Send Ruhi with Samar.”
Shorya nods silently. Vihan turns to go, but suddenly collides with Samar, who is standing right behind him.
Vihan looks at him but doesn’t speak. Samar smirks slightly and says, “Is it so hard to ask for help from me?”
Vihan shakes his head. “No, it’s not that…” His voice trails off as he starts walking again, not waiting for more.
He walks out swiftly, guiding Rimjhim toward his car. But just as they reach the parking area, chaos erupts.
Out of nowhere, several men dressed in black, their faces covered with masks, appear.
Two of them grab Vihan’s arms, restraining him, while another yanks Rimjhim’s hair, dragging her back.
“Who the hell are you people?!” Vihan roars in fury.
He fights back fiercely, landing brutal punches into the attackers’ stomachs. But in the chaos, one of them suddenly sprays chloroform onto Rimjhim’s face.
She gasps weakly. Her body goes limp, and as she collapses, her head strikes a stone nearby. Blood immediately starts oozing from her forehead.
Vihan loses control.
His rage explodes. He fights like a beast, overpowering his captors. But just as he frees one hand, a sharp dagger plunges into his back.
His breath catches. A painful gasp escapes his lips, and his body starts to give way, Before he can hit the ground, someone catches him.
It’s Samar.
Samar’s face is dark with uncontrollable rage. He shakes Vihan roughly and shouts, “Open your eyes, idiot! Stay awake!”
But Vihan is already slipping into unconsciousness.
The attackers lunge at Samar, but before they can reach him, Shorya, Rohit, and Karan arrive like a storm. With raw fury, they beat the attackers one by one, forcing them to flee.
Inside the hall, Neeti, Ruhi, Riya, and I hear the noise and rush outside.
The sight in front of us freezes my blood.
Rimjhim lies on the ground, unconscious, blood staining her forehead. Everyone runs to her, trying to wake her up, but she doesn’t move.
“Oh God! What just happened?!” I gasp, panic clawing at my chest. “We need to get them to the hospital now!”
Samar looks down at Vihan, who is barely conscious. Rage flares in his eyes as he mutters, “You damn fool… I warned you. And still, you let this happen.”
With Shorya’s help, Samar manages to get Vihan into the car.
“Let’s go to the hospital!” Karan says urgently.
But Samar shakes his head. “No. Not yet. We can’t risk it. Take them to the farmhouse. We’ll handle everything there.”
Without wasting another second, Samar lifts Rimjhim into his arms, holding her carefully yet protectively, and places her in the car.
The car speeds away into the night. Within the next hour, everyone gathers at the Rajput farmhouse. The air is thick with tension and fear.
Vihan lies unconscious on the bed, his face pale, his back injured and tightly bandaged. Beside him, Rimjhim is also unconscious, the bloody wound on her forehead still painfully visible.
Riya sits beside Rimjhim, gently cleaning the blood from her forehead with soft cotton. Her hands tremble, her eyes filled with worry.
On the other side, Karan tends to Vihan, carefully dressing the wound on his back. His hands move quickly, but the fear in his eyes gives him away.
In the corner, Samar sits stiffly on the sofa, his fists clenched, anger simmering in his gaze. His jaw is tight, and though he says nothing, his body language speaks volumes. Neeti and Ruhi, meanwhile, are huddled together, eyes brimming with tears.
Ruhi, sobbing softly, turns to Shorya and asks through broken words, “Why did this happen to Bhai? Why him?”
Shorya wraps an arm around her, holding her close as he replies gently, “Child… don’t think about that now. The important thing is… he’s alive. That’s all that matters.”
Just then, Vihan stirs, his eyes fluttering open slowly. Karan sees it immediately and calls out in relief, “Bro…!”
He rushes to Vihan’s side, helping him sit up carefully. Vihan’s face is drained of color, his movements sluggish, but he looks around, confused.
His eyes meet Samar’s intense stare. Samar doesn’t say a word, just keeps watching him.
Suddenly, Rohit snaps, frustration bubbling over, “Vihan sir! Why didn’t you finish those guys off?! You had the chance!”
Vihan opens his mouth but no words come out. He is still dazed, his mind reeling. Finally, he asks, “Rimjhim…?”
Karan points beside him, and Vihan looks, exhaling deeply when he sees her safe though wounded.
As if in response, Rimjhim stirs, her eyelids fluttering open. Neeti and I quickly move to her side, and Riya helps her sit up slowly.
Rimjhim’s eyes land on Vihan. Her voice trembles as she asks, “What happened…?”
Vihan, trying to appear calm, says softly, “Nothing… just a small injury.”
But Rimjhim can feel the worry behind his words. Her eyes fill with concern. I hug her gently, whispering, “Don’t stress… everything is okay now.”
Then, Samar’s deep voice echoes in the room, “Everyone go to your rooms. We’ll talk in the morning."
Vihan looks at him and says, “Samar, don’t stress… I can handle this.”
Before he can say more, Samar’s fist flies out and lands hard on Vihan’s face, jerking his head to the side. Rimjhim gasps, covering her mouth in shock. I yell, “Mr. Rajput!”
But Shorya, Rohit, and Karan don’t even flinch. They have seen this side of Samar before they know this is his way of expressing his rage and frustration.
Samar grabs my hand and says sternly, “Everyone, to your rooms. We’ll talk in the morning.”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!