Page 211 of Rudra Nandani: The Saga of Control And Seduction

Without hesitation, Rudra punched him square in the face, sending him stumbling back. The man tried to fight back, throwing his fist toward Rudra, but he was faster, landing another brutal blow.

“Bastard. How dare you touch her?” Rudra roared, grabbing the man by the neck and slamming him against a tree trunk with brutal strength.

In the chaos, I heard Abhinandan's voice shout,“Kahaan, kaaka?(Where to, Uncle?)

I turned and saw him clutching Surgami Dev Singh's collar as he tried to flee. Abhinandan landed a punch that sent him sprawling to the ground.

My eyes snapped back to Rudra just in time to see him force the tall man face down into the dirt. Rudra planted his boot firmly on the man's back, grabbed a fistful of his filthy hair, and wound it tight around his palm.

I felt my heart hammering painfully in my chest. Fear coiled inside me.

Rudra pulled with all his might, his veins bulging, his face flushed with rage.

The man’s screams tore through the forest.“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” His head began to bleed under the brutal pull, and the soldiers and my brothers stopped fighting, stunned into silence.

The man’s shrieks grew wilder as Rudra yanked harder, and in one final, furious motion, the skin and hair tore away in Rudra’s hand.

The man fell, still dead, on the ground, and Rudra tossed the bloody mess aside, panting heavily.

“Don’t you dare touch my love,” he growled, low and dangerous. Then he turned to Surgami Dev Singh.

“Chain him. Throw him behind bars,” he ordered, and the soldiers obeyed without question.

My eyes dropped to Rudra’s blood-stained hands. I didn’t know why, but a shiver of fear ran down my spine.

I blinked and felt Abhinandan pull me into a hug.“I missed you, Nandani,” he said softly.

Tears welled in my eyes as I wrapped my arms around him tightly.“I missed you, too, Nand,” I whispered.

He stepped back and looked at me, guilt clouding his features.“I’m sorry for whatever happened,” he said.

“And I’m sorry for how it happened,” I replied, my voice trembling.

Rudra stepped forward then.“We should head home. You’re coming too, Abhi,” he said.

Abhinandan raised an eyebrow.“Learn to request, man,” he said.

Rudra sighed, giving a tiny nod.“Alright. Please, come with us,Abhi,” he requested as demanded.

I chuckled through my tears, and Abhinandan shook his head.“I’ll never understand what you see in him. Such an egoist,” he muttered.

I laughed, tears rolling down my cheeks, and hugged him again.“You’re coming, Nand,” I said.

He kissed the top of my head warmly.“Alright, sister.”

Most of the enemy soldiers had fled. I turned to see Rudra cleaning the blood from his hands with a cloth.

A sudden realisation struck me—my head was bare, my hair loose in front of all these men.

“Come,” Rudra said, his voice gentler now.

I glanced at Abhi, who smiled and nodded encouragingly.“We’re coming right behind,” he said.

I walked toward Rudra. He helped me mount his horse and then climbed behind me.

I felt self-conscious as I noticed my brothers and the remaining soldiers watching us.

Rudra loosely wrapped his arms around me, gripping the reins, and steered the horse forward.

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