"Why are you so protective of me, bhaiya?" you asked innocently, your soft voice a stark contrast to the tense scene unfolding before you. Aveenash, his face streaked with blood, knelt down in front of you, his eyes locked intensely on yours. "Because...you're my responsibility," he replied, his rough voice laced with a deep sense of duty.

The memory of that fateful day still lingered vividly in your mind. Aveenash had killed a boy for merely looking at you, his actions driven by a fierce protectiveness that had shocked and awed those who witnessed it. Your uncle, Vikram, had held you gently, his eyes fixed on Aveenash with a mix of concern and understanding. Your aunt, Pooja, stood beside him, her expression a mask of worry. The scene had drawn a crowd, with neighbors and police officers gathering to gaze at the carnage. Dhruv, however, had looked on with an air of satisfaction, his eyes gleaming with a calculating intensity.

A year had passed since then, and Aveenash had grown into a formidable criminal, his physique honed to perfection within the harsh confines of jail. Despite his hardened demeanor, however, he had never lost the soft spot he had for you. His eyes still held a deep affection whenever he looked at you, a sentiment that had only intensified with time. Meanwhile, Dhruv had continued to pursue you, his advances sometimes bordering on the obsessive. A successful businessman with a reputation for ruthlessness, he had built a facade of charm and sophistication, but you had always sensed a darker undertone to his nature.