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Saanvi enters Nisha's house and is shocked by the view infront of her.

Nisha was laying on the ground with blood around her and she was looking half dead. And maybe she would have been actually dead. If it weren't for Saanvi, she would have. Because of the person.

The person was a man who looked around his mid-fifties. And he had a bat in his hand that too, was coated with blood along with him.

But Saanvi was pretty sure that the blood wasn't his, for he stared right into her eyes in a deadly way that anyone could tell, he could kill you but not get hurt, not even once in a lifetime.

He spat at the floor, near to where Nisha was lying and Saanvi immediately felt disgusted.

But she was horrified when she saw him walking towards hers with predatory steps. Slow, dangerous, knee locking. This was his stare.

But Saanvi broke the stare as she heard the poor girl's whimper and her eyes immediately shift to her from that ass-(Let us not get too personal. Peace. But no peace with him. And so shall you see.)

Saanvi felt weird. Not because of the fact that she was standing in the doorway of a house where some man was beating a girl who was his daughter's age and would probably beat her too because she saw it happening.

Nisha gestured her to run away but Saanvi held her ground, even though she herself was scared. But she could not possibly leave a girl she treated like a sister, to a man would not hesitate to kill her. Wait, was she- oh my, was she his daughter?

It can be, but she was not sure. And It was not the time to be sure. Because the man had almost reached and was about to smash her brain with the hard bat. But before that, Saanvi held some shiny metal with a kind of holder and sliced open his bicep with it.

A dagger.

Nor did the man realise it and nor did Saanvi realise that she just picked up a dagger and sliced a man's bicep.

The pain which shot through him angered the man and he lept forward to attack her again. But a failed attempt again.

She skillfully glided to the side and pushed the dagger lightly in his skin so he stays in that position. And if he tries to turn, she would push the dagger further. But when, a whimper of pain came from Nisha and Saanvi's attention went to her, the man immediately grabbed the dagger and placed it near her throat.

Now, all of this seemed too familiar to her. Like she had done it before. Like she had suffered this before. The thoughts were shrugged off when another whimper came from Nisha and Saanvi turned her head slightly to face her.

But it only resulted in him deepening the wound that was forming in her neck because of the placing of the dagger. She hissed and the man chuckled like a cruel being. He began with a tsk.

"Wanted to save your little friend, huh? I know you are the one that she has been getting close to very recently. How much has it passed already since you met? One month, right. Seems that I have been really left out on the news of my daughter's life. Right, daughter? Shouldn't you be sorry for hiding so many things from your father, huh? But, don't worry, dear. I won't punish you today. Because you gave me such a beautiful gift. A new gift to enjoy. Thank you, darling." He said with a disgusting and creepy smile. And at the last part, he looked at Saanvi.

She felt disgusted by him.

And at that time, Saanvi knew why did Nisha never want to talk about her family. But, someone must be there other than this monster. Shouldn't there be?

Her own blood made her thought cut off as they trailed down her throat when the psycho further deepened the wound.

She needed to do something.

She looked at him and noticed that he was not paying attention here anymore because he was too busy praising himself in imaginations.

So, she took the chance and nudged him in the crotch and he immediately kneeled down holding it.

Hah, this trick always works.

Wait, what? Why did I think that. Always works? This is first time I am doing this thing and it felt bad doing it but I had not choice.

She thought.

She silently took the dagger from him when he was too engrossed in his pain and did not notice. She quickly went to Nisha and held her up in my arms.

But before that, she called the police and locked the old man in a room near the hall where all this was happening.

Saanvi pov

My own wound was long forgotten as Nisha was more important and she was in a critical situation.

To help her be in her consciousness, I asked her to tell me where water was. But I forgot that she did not have that energy right now to tell now. So I figured that I had to find it in my own.

After laying her on the couch nearby, I went to a area in the hall where there utensils placed, hoping to find water there.

I found it and gave it to her and made her drink it.

But as soon as I put the glass down and was about to call the ambulance, someone held my hair from behind and a sharp pain occured in my skull and I squeeked.

It was none other than the disgusting man. He had somehow managed to get out of the room and grab me.

He pulled me up forcefully and threw me at a distance. Then walked up to Nisha and pushed her at the ground.

"You two bitches. How dare you, Nisha, you are my daughter, aren't you. Then how did you allow this girl to lock me up in that room after all I have done for you." He yelled out angrily at Nisha. Honestly, I was so disgusted by him, that I could not speak a word.

He slapped her across the face and I knew after all the pain he gave her. Lord knew how much she was going through right now.

He came to me then, tying me to a pillar with a rough rope and staring at me, wickedly.

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