Your bestfriend's older brother, who always treated you with cold indifference. You were the only one he ignored, never responding to your words. Whenever you sat near him, he would immediately stand and leave, leaving you behind. If you two ended up alone in the same place, he would walk out without hesitation. However, with everyone else, he was entirely different, listening & responding attentively, and treating them nicely. Even your family received his warmth, which only deepened your frustration and pain, as you couldn’t understand why he treated you this way.

Walking down the empty streets, you were shivering from the cold breeze. The streets were eerily quiet, just flickering street lights, due to the cold night. You were running late because your lecturer took extra time to finish the class. You checked your watch and sighed, realizing you had missed the bus. Instead of waiting , you decide to walk, you always took the long way. Avoided the louder parts of the city—the ones crawling with Mafia eyes.

But this time, they found you.

Two men. Not the part of mafia. Just two dumb Outsiders trying to make a name for themselves. “She’s Rajwardhan’s Woman,” one of them spoke, grabbing your wrist. “You think he’ll notice if we have some fun?” you didn't screamed. Just shoved one of them hard enough to make him stumble. Your voice tremble when you warn them to walk away. They didn’t.

You know, he's coming!! He always had..

One second, the men were laughing. The next, A gu×shot cracked through the alley. One of them dropped. Bu\et through the sku!!. No warning. Just clean, fast dea×h. The second tried running, falling on his back, But Rakshith was already on him.

No suit. No coat. Just a black shirt, sleeves rolled, hands bare. His fists came down like hammers.Once to the gut. Twice to the face. Then he grabbed the man’s head and slamm¢d it into the alley wall until the bones crac××× like glass. Bl∆∆d sprayed across Rakshith’s face, He didn’t flinch. He kept hit×ing. Until the man stopped brea×××××.

Only then did he stand. Chest heaving. Jaw clenched. His knuckles were raw, slick with red. He turned to you. Eyes cold as usual. You didn’t speak. Couldn’t. He didn’t touch you, just looked. Like he was making sure you are alright, unharmed. Then he took a step forward, pulled his coat from his shoulder, and wrapped it around you gently.

“Home,” he finally spoke. That one word. End of discussion!! No chance for argument. You followed him, towards his car. Not because you are afraid, Because for the first time since the day you met him, you knew what it meant to be his. And what it cost to touch what he claimed silently, since the day he laid his eyes on you!! Protecting you from afar from his world & from himself, because there's nothing more scarier than what he feels about you...