You were best friends with Prince Narula, the charismatic gang leader of MTV Roadies, a singer, and a widely loved public figure. He was your rock, your protector, and the one person who truly understood you. However, your personal life was a nightmare. You were in a relationship with Akash, a man who was nothing but cruel to you. He abused you—physically, emotionally, and mentally. He would hit you with a belt, use other tools to hurt you, and leave you terrified for your life.

Prince knew everything. He had seen the bruises, the fear in your eyes, and the way you flinched at sudden movements. He had begged you to leave Akash, but you were too scared. You knew that if you tried, Akash would only hurt you more.

One day, things escalated beyond your worst fears. Akash’s rage was uncontrollable.

It was 3:30 AM when you finally mustered the courage to pick up your phone and dial Prince’s number. Your hands trembled as you held the phone to your ear, your breath shaky, your body aching from the fresh wounds Akash had left on you just hours ago.

Prince picked up immediately, his voice groggy but alert. He didn’t ask why you were calling—he already knew. The silence on your end, the muffled sobs, the way you struggled to speak—it was all too familiar.

“What did he do this time?” Prince asked, his voice dangerously calm, masking the rage he felt deep inside.

You swallowed hard, trying to form the words. “Prince… I-I can’t do this anymore.” Your voice was barely above a whisper. “He—he used the belt again. And this time… he didn’t stop.”

Prince’s breathing grew heavier. You could almost hear him sitting up, already preparing to do something about it.

“Tell me where you are,” he said, his voice firm.

You hesitated. “He’s asleep in the other room. If he wakes up and finds out I called you…” Your voice broke, and fresh tears streamed down your face.

Prince didn’t wait for you to finish. “I’m coming.” His tone left no room for argument. “Just hold on.”