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AUTHOR POV...

"Her phone location is outside the city," Vihaan announced, his voice laced with concern. Shreyansh's eyes widened in shock, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "What! Outside the city? What the hell is she doing outside the city?" he muttered, his voice trembling with fear and anxiety.

Vihaan's expression turned grave. "Shreyansh, I think something's wrong. You didn't listen to her voice on the phone, she sounded nervous, but you didn't catch it. And now she's not even picking up the phone." Shreyansh's heart sank, his mind filled with dread. He knew he had to act fast.

"We need to find her, now," Vihaan urged, his voice firm and resolute. Shreyansh nodded, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for answers. His heart was racing, his mind consumed by fear for Arya's safety.

With shaking hands, Shreyansh dialed Yuvaan's number. "Listen, Yuvaan, spread our men all over the city to find Arya. Get police help, do whatever it takes, just find my Arya," he said , his voice cracking with emotion. Yuvaan's reassuring words offered little comfort, but Shreyansh knew he had to stay strong.

Vihaan sprang into action, mobilizing his own network of contacts, including government workers and friends, to aid in the search. The room was a flurry of activity, with both men working tirelessly to locate Arya. Shreyansh's heart remained heavy with worry, but he refused to give up hope. He knew he had to find Arya, no matter what it took......

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Just as Vihaan and Shreyansh were about to leave the office, their assistant rushed in, looking frazzled. "Sir, where are you going? You have a meeting with the company owners you've collaborated with. They're all waiting for you." Shreyansh's expression turned grim. "Cancel it," he barked, his mind consumed by worry for Arya's safety.

But the assistant hesitated. "Sir, this meeting can't be cancelled. All the owners are here, and if you don't show up, the company will suffer a huge loss." Shreyansh's jaw clenched in frustration. He knew the stakes, but he couldn't shake off the feeling of dread that had settled in his stomach.

He turned back, his eyes blazing with determination. " FUCK IT MEETING, Whatever is happening, let it happen. I don't care about the company right now. If I stand here today, I'll lose myself, my wife, my everything. Arya is my breath, my life. If something happens to her, I'll die. What's the company compared to that?" His voice cracked with emotion as he turned and ran out of the office, leaving the assistant and Vihaan staring after him in shock.

It was getting late in the evening, the darkness gathering outside like a shroud. Shreyansh was about to start the car when Vihaan jumped in beside him, his face set in a determined expression. Their security guards followed close behind, a convoy of cars heading towards the outskirts of the city, where Arya's phone had last been located. Shreyansh's heart raced with fear and anticipation, his mind consumed by visions of Arya in danger. He pushed the car to its limits, speeding through the streets as if his life depended on it.....

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OTHER SIDE...

Arya's eyes blazed with fury as Izel's gaze crawled over her body, his dirty look making her skin crawl. Her cheeks flushed with anger, her blood boiling with indignation. She was helpless, tied up and lying on the ground, her hands and legs bound by rough ropes. The jungle surroundings seemed to closing in on her, the trees looming like sentinels, witness to her humiliation.

"Keep your filthy hands away from me, you animal!" Arya spat, her voice venomous, as Izel's hands reached out to touch her. "You can't do anything to me, darling," he sneered, his eyes gleaming with lust. "Your struggles only make me want you more. I can't wait to have you in my bed, to feel you beneath me, to take you hard and fast." His words made Arya's eyes flash with disgust, her face red with rage. She spat in his face, her anger and revulsion boiling over.

"Shut up, you monster!" she snarled, her voice trembling with fury. "Don't even dare to think such filthy thoughts about me. I'll kill you if you touch me. Just untie my hands and see what I'll do to you." But her defiance was met with a vicious slap, Izel's hand cracking across her cheek, leaving a stinging mark. Arya's body was a map of pain, her skin bruised and battered, but she refused to show weakness. Her honor was all she had left, and she would fight to the death to protect it. She glared up at Izel, her eyes burning with hatred, her heart racing with fear. She knew she had to escape, to get away from this monster before it was too late.

Arya's mind racing, she suddenly remembered a plan, a desperate gamble to escape. She closed her eyes, her body going limp, pretending to faint. But she wasn't unconscious, far from it. She was acutely aware of her surroundings, the men standing around her, their leering faces, their cruel intentions. She knew she couldn't escape them in a straight fight, not tied up and surrounded. So she feigned weakness, hoping to lull them into a false sense of security.

As she lay there, motionless, she could feel their eyes on her, their excitement, their anticipation. But Arya's heart was racing, her mind working overtime, thinking of a way out. She knew she had to be careful, one misstep and her plan would be ruined. She took slow, deep breaths, trying to calm her racing heart, trying to appear lifeless. But inside, she was a whirlwind of emotions, fear, anger, determination. She would not give up, she would not surrender. She would escape, no matter what it took.

"Izel's voice dripped with sadistic pleasure as he gazed at Arya's limp form. "She lost consciousness with just one slap from me. Imagine what will happen when I take her fully." His smirk twisted his face, revealing a cruel intent.

One of his men spoke up, "Sir, our jet won't arrive until tomorrow morning. We'll have to spend the night here in the forest." Izel nodded, his eyes never leaving Arya's face. He settled into a chair, like a king surveying his domain, the chair placed beside Arya's helpless form.

His men dispersed around him, some sitting on the ground, others lying down, their eyes fixed on Arya with a mixture of lust and curiosity.

As the night wore on, Izel's men succumbed to exhaustion, their snores and gentle murmurs filling the clearing. Izel himself closed his eyes, a self-satisfied smirk still plastered on his face. Arya, sensing an opportunity, slowly opened her eyes, her gaze darting around the clearing with a mix of fear and determination.

Despite the darkness of the forest, a faint, white light illuminated the area, casting an eerie glow over the sleeping men. Arya's eyes scanned her surroundings, searching for anything that could aid her escape. Her gaze landed on a knife lying next to one of Izel's men, its blade glinting in the faint light. With a surge of hope, Arya focused on the knife, her mind racing with the possibilities.

With trembling hands, Arya began to inch her way towards the knife, her movements slow and deliberate to avoid waking the men. She felt a sense of trepidation with each small movement, her heart racing with anticipation. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, her fingers closed around the knife's handle, the cool metal feeling like a lifeline in her grasp.

Arya struggled to sit up, her body aching from the ropes that bound her. She clutched the knife tightly, her hands shaking with fear and determination. First, she focused on cutting the ropes around her feet, her eyes darting towards the sleeping men, praying they wouldn't wake up.

Arya's hands shook as she tried to cut the ropes. The knife made a soft scratching sound, which seemed very loud to her. She stopped and waited, her heart beating fast, to see if anyone would wake up. But no one moved. They were all still sleeping.

Arya took a deep breath and kept cutting the ropes. She was determined to escape. She kept sawing through the ropes, her hands shaking less and less as she went on. She was getting closer to freedom.

As she sawed through the fibers, her heart raced with anxiety, but the men remained still, oblivious to her escape. With a surge of relief, Arya finally freed her feet, the rope falling away like a shed skin.

Next, she tackled the ropes around her hands, her movements slow and laborious. Just as she was making progress, some of the men stirred, their bodies twitching in their sleep. Arya's heart skipped a beat, her breath catching in her throat. But they didn't wake up, and she let out a silent sigh of relief.

With renewed focus, Arya continued to cut through the ropes, her hands trembling with effort. Finally, the last rope fell away, and she was free. Arya felt a rush of exhilaration, her heart pounding with excitement and fear. She knew she had to move fast, before the men woke up and discovered her escape.

Arya slowly got up, knife in hand, ready to make her escape. But as she turned to leave, her leg caught on something and she cried out in pain. The sound echoed through the clearing, waking up Izel and his men.

One of them quickly sat up, looking around frantically. "Sir, she's gone!" he exclaimed, staring at the empty space where Arya had been.

Izel woke up with a start, his face twisted in anger. "You idiots!" he shouted. "She escaped from right under our noses!"

He glared at his men. "Find her, now! She can't have gone far. We just heard her scream. It came from close by."

The men scrambled to their feet, eager to save themselves from Izel's wrath. They quickly spread out, searching for Arya in the darkness.

Otherside.....

"Drive faster, Vihaan!" Shreyansh urged, his voice laced with anxiety.

Vihaan stepped on the gas, and the car sped up, racing through the darkness. After what felt like an eternity, they arrived at the location indicated by Arya's phone signal. But as they got out of the car, they were met with an eerie silence. The only sound was the rustling of leaves in the forest.

"There's no one here," Vihaan muttered, his eyes scanning the deserted area.

Shreyansh's heart sank, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "The phone's location is coming from inside the forest," he said, his voice trembling with fear. "We have to go in."

Without hesitation, they ventured into the forest, their phone lights casting flickering shadows on the trees. Shreyansh's heart was heavy with dread, his thoughts consumed by visions of Arya in danger. He couldn't shake off the feeling that he had made a terrible mistake by disconnecting her call. What if she was in grave danger? The negative thoughts swirled in his mind like a vortex.

As they searched deeper into the forest, Vihaan suddenly stopped. "Her phone's location is around here," he whispered, his eyes locked on the surrounding trees. Shreyansh's heart skipped a beat as they fanned out, their phone lights casting an eerie glow in the darkness.

"What? But there's no one here!" Shreyansh exclaimed, his eyes scanning the desolate landscape. He spun around, but the only thing that broke the monotony of the forest was an old, dilapidated house made of pebbles. It looked abandoned, its walls crumbling, and its windows shattered.

Vihaan tried calling Arya's number again, but the silence was deafening. "Her phone isn't ringing at all," he muttered, his brow furrowed in concern.

Shreyansh's eyes locked onto the old house, a glimmer of hope sparking within him. "Let's go there and see," he said, his voice laced with urgency. "Maybe we'll find something."

Without hesitation, they sprinted towards the house, their footsteps echoing through the forest. "Be careful, Shreyansh," Vihaan warned, his eyes scanning the surroundings for any signs of danger.

"You too," Shreyansh replied, his heart racing with anticipation and fear. As they approached the house, the silence seemed to grow thicker, like a palpable fog. They slowed down, their senses on high alert, ready to face whatever lay ahead.

Shreyansh's phone rang, breaking the silence. He answered, and Yuvan's voice was on the other end. "Brother, we've set up a blockade around the city and our men are searching everywhere. Kunal Bhai is also helping, but we haven't found any clue about bhabhi whereabouts."

Shreyansh took a deep breath, trying to process the information. He knew he had to act fast. "Yuvan, come to XL Road, outside the city. Something feels off here. Arya's phone location is here. Bring our men, now." He hung up, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios.

Shreyansh turned to the bodyguards whose with him. "Search the surrounding areas, check the jungles. We need to find her soon ." He sent them off, his heart heavy with worry.

Shreyansh and Vihaan approached the house, their senses on high alert. They knew they were getting close, but the silence was unsettling. Shreyansh's heart was racing, his thoughts consumed by Arya's safety. He prayed they would find her soon,  unharmed

As they cautiously approached the old house, they were met with a scene of utter disarray. Garbage and broken debris littered the ground, and the front door hung crookedly from its hinges, creaking ominously in the gentle breeze. Shreyansh and Vihaan exchanged a nervous glance before stepping inside, their eyes scanning the dimly lit interior for any sign of Arya.

The house was a relic of a bygone era, with a central verandah that filtered the

Moonlight , casting a warm glow over the dusty space. But despite the tranquil atmosphere, Shreyansh's heart was racing with anxiety. Every passing moment felt like an eternity, and his soul was heavy with foreboding. He couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong.

As they stood on the verandah, they gazed out at the rows of doors leading to various rooms. "Let's check the rooms," Shreyansh whispered, his voice barely audible over the pounding of his heart. Vihaan nodded, his eyes locked on the doors, and together they began to move forward, their footsteps echoing through the silent house like a death knell.

Shreyansh and Vihaan searched every room, but found nothing. Only one room was left, and they approached it with trepidation. Shreyansh's hands trembled as they reached the door. Vihaan kicked it open, and they both gasped in horror.

The room was a bloodbath. A chair and rope lay in the center, surrounded by a pool of fresh blood. Vihaan's voice trembled, "This blood is fresh." Shreyansh's mind was numb, his only thought was Arya's safety. He prayed, "Please God, keep Arya safe."

Then, his eyes fell on something that made his heart skip a beat. Broken bangles lay under the chair. He picked up a piece, and his blood ran cold. "This is Arya's bangle... she was wearing it today." Vihaan's eyes widened in shock, and he felt a chill run down his spine.

Shreyansh's world was crumbling around him. The thought of Arya in danger was unbearable. He felt like he was living his worst nightmare. The silence in the room was deafening, punctuated only by the sound of their heavy breathing.

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Shreyansh's eyes filled with tears as he gazed at the pool of blood and Arya's broken bangles. "I'll protect her, I'll give my life to keep her safe," he whispered, his voice trembling.

Vihaan quickly stood up, his face set in determination. "Shreyansh, we can't waste time. Something's happened to Arya, and we need to find her now. This blood is fresh, it happened just minutes ago. She might still be here."

Vihaan tried to reassure himself that Arya was fine, but the sight of the blood and the room's condition filled him with fear. He knew he had to stay strong for Shreyansh.

"Shreyansh, get up! We have to search for her!" Vihaan urged, trying to snap his friend out of his trance-like state.

Shreyansh still clutched the broken bangle, his eyes wide with fear. "Vihaan, Arya will be okay, right?" he asked, his voice cracking.

Vihaan nodded, trying to sound convincing. "Yes, she'll be fine. We just need to find her." But his own doubts lingered, and he knew they had to act fast.

"Come on, Shreyansh, she'll be fine. Let's go, we need to find her!" Vihaan urged, his voice filled with a sense of urgency and reassurance.

Shreyansh's heart was racing, his mind consumed by visions of Arya in danger. But he took a deep breath, steeling himself for what lay ahead. He nodded, his eyes scanning the room as if searching for a glimmer of hope. With newfound determination, he stood up, his legs trembling slightly beneath him. He assured himself that Arya was fine, that she had to be. He couldn't bear the thought of anything happening to her.

As they turned to leave, Shreyansh's gaze landed on a glint of gold peeking out from beneath a nearby chair. His heart skipped a beat as he sprinted towards it, his mind racing with possibilities. And then, he saw it - Arya's mangalsutra, lying abandoned and forlorn. His heart sank, his fear spiking. He picked it up, his fingers closing around it like a vice. He tied it around his wrist, the cool metal a tangible connection to the woman he loved.

" "Please, God, keep Arya safe," Shreyansh whispered, his voice trembling with desperation. He clasped his hands together, his eyes closed in fervent prayer. "I'll do anything, just please, please keep her safe. Don't take her away from me, I beg of you."

His heart was racing, his mind consumed by visions of Arya in danger. He felt like he was drowning in a sea of fear, unable to keep his head above water. Every passing moment without Arya by his side was an eternity.

Shreyansh's eyes welled up with tears as he prayed, his voice cracking with emotion. "I'll never let her go, I'll never leave her side. Please, God, just bring her back to me, safe and sound." Just once

"Please, God, hear my prayer," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Keep  my Arya safe, bring her back to me."

Vihaan, meanwhile, was scanning the room, his phone's light casting eerie shadows on the walls. Suddenly, his eyes landed on a shining object, partially hidden by a tattered curtain. He approached it cautiously, his heart pounding in his chest. As he got closer, he saw a locket lying there, its surface scratched and worn. A memory flashed through his mind - he had seen this locket around Arya's neck, in her own home. He picked it up, his fingers closing around it like a lifeline, and slipped it into his pocket.....

Vihaan's eyes scanned the room, his gaze locking onto a trail of faint marks leading out of the room. "Shreyansh!" he called out, his voice low and urgent.

Shreyansh rushed to his side, his heart racing with every step. "What is it?" he asked, his eyes following Vihaan's gaze to the marks on the floor.

"Look, it seems like someone was dragged from here," Vihaan said, his voice grim. "Let's follow these marks."

Shreyansh's breathing grew heavier with every step, his mind consumed by regret and anger at himself. Why hadn't he listened to Arya? Why had he been so blind?

As they followed the trail, it led them to a large, dimly lit  area. The air was thick with tension, and Shreyansh's heart sank as he saw the rows of chairs and mats, but no sign of Arya.

"We're too late," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

Vihaan's eyes scanned the room, his face set in determination. "We have to find her," he said, his voice firm.

But as they searched, their worry grew. There were no clues, no signs of Arya. And then, a sound that made their hearts sink - a gunshot.

Shreyansh's eyes met Vihaan's, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. "Arya!" he whispered, his voice trembling with fear.

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Otherside......

Arya's leg collided with the rusty iron pipe, sending a sharp pain coursing through her body. She screamed, her voice piercing the darkness, and suddenly, the stillness of the forest was shattered. The sound of footsteps, murmurs, and rustling leaves filled the air as people began searching for her.

Fear gripped her heart like a vice, but she summoned every ounce of courage she possessed. "It's a moonlit night," she thought, her mind racing with desperation. "They'll find me for sure. I have to hide."

As the moonlight filtered through the trees, casting eerie shadows on the ground, Arya's anxiety grew. The silvery light illuminated the forest floor, making her feel like a trapped animal. She heard the rustling of leaves, the snapping of twigs, and the heavy footsteps getting closer. Her heart racing, she hid in the bushes, her breath caught in her throat.

"They're coming for me," she whispered, her voice trembling with fear.

A man's voice boomed through the forest, making her jump. "She's running away!" he yelled, his words echoing through the trees.

Arya closed her eyes, a tear escaping down her cheek. She thought of the moments she shared  at Rajput mansion and with whole family - . The memories flooded her mind, and she felt a pang of sadness. "Is this the end?" she thought. "Will I never see them again?"

As the reality of her situation set in, Arya's eyes welled up with tears once again. She thought of her loved ones, wondering if they had any idea what was happening to her. Did Soumya, Avinash, Prisha, and Yuvan know she was in danger? Were they searching for her, worried sick about her safety?

Her mind then turned to Shreyansh, and a fresh wave of pain washed over her. Why hadn't he listened to her? Why had he disconnected the phone? If only he had heard her out, he would have been able to save her. But now, she was alone, facing an uncertain fate.

As the tears streamed down her face, Arya couldn't shake off the feeling that she didn't matter to anyone. Maybe she wasn't special to anyone. Maybe she was just a burden, a nuisance to be ignored. The thought cut deep, and she felt a pang of despair.

"Why didn't they care?" she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "Why didn't he listen?"

With a newfound determination, Arya opened her eyes, her grip on the knife tightening. "I have to protect myself," she muttered, her voice barely audible. "No one's coming to save me. I'm on my own. I have to fight back."

She clutched the iron pipe, her heart pounding in her chest, as the footsteps drew closer. The sound of leaves crunching beneath their feet grew louder,....

As the two men approached, Arya stood her ground, gripping the iron pipe and knife tightly. She saw the gleam in their eyes, the cruel smiles spreading across their faces. But she didn't back down.

With a fierce cry, Arya launched herself at them, knife flashing in the moonlight. She struck one man in the foot, and he howled in pain as he fell to the ground. The other man tried to grab her, but she swung the iron pipe with all her might, connecting with a sickening crunch on his forehead. He crumpled to the ground, unconscious.

But Arya's victory was short-lived. More men emerged from the shadows, their eyes blazing with anger and lust. Arya knew she had to act fast. She grabbed her gun, fingers flying as she loaded the bullets. She started firing, the sound echoing through the forest like a deadly symphony.

The men charged at her, but Arya stood firm, firing with precision and skill. She took down man after man, her gun a blur as she moved with deadly grace. But there were too many of them, and soon the bullets ran out.

Arya's heart sank, fear creeping up her spine. But she refused to give up. She used the iron pipe and knife to take down a few more men, her movements swift and deadly. But there were too many, and soon she found herself surrounded.

You're finished," another man gloated.  ""Boss she is here "

And all of them laughed

Seeing that now she is in their clutches, hearing the voice of those people, Izel also comes there and on seeing Arya starts laughing like a demon and said

"" now the bird is in the cage""

Arya laughed, a fierce glint in her eye. "You underestimate me,""

The moon was shining brightly on everyone. The forest was not very thick, with trees here and there. This made it easy for them to see each other. They were near a road with streetlights, which helped them see even more.

Arya steeled herself, determination burning within her. She refused to let fear take hold, knowing it would only lead to her downfall. Instead, she chose to face her captors with bravery, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew that confronting them head-on was her only chance at escape, for if she didn't, she would be trapped forever, subjected to their merciless torture until her last breath.

"Now you're in our custody, darling," he sneered, his voice dripping with malice. "You can't harm us anymore." Arya's eyes flashed with defiance, but he continued, his words dripping with condescension. "I must admit, you're a remarkable girl. Overpowering so many men? It's impressive. But now, I'll drain that strength from you."

He took a step closer, his eyes roving over her body, making Arya's breath hitch. She felt a wave of fear wash over her as she realized she was surrounded, with no clear escape route. Men closed in on her from all sides, their faces twisted with cruel intent. Arya's hand instinctively tightened around the knife hidden behind her back, her mind racing for a way out.

"" Do something Arya "  she told herself

Arya's eyes scanned the circle of men, her mind racing for an escape. That's when she spotted the guns, glinting in the moonlight like predators' teeth. And then, her gaze landed on the mud, thick and gloopy on the ground, like a dirty secret waiting to be unleashed. A plan formed in her mind, and with lightning-fast reflexes, she threw a handful of mud onto the ground, creating a mini-geyser of muck that splattered everywhere.

"Take that, you bastards!" she yelled, as she filled her hand with mud and started flinging it at her captors like a warrior goddess unleashing hell. The men howled in rage as the mud splattered into their eyes, temporarily blinding them.

"Ah,  bitch !" one of them cursed, stumbling around like a drunkard and rubbing his eyes.

But Arya didn't stop there.  She threw the knife and struck one of them in the chest, and the others were still screaming and cleaning their eyes from the dust that had gotten into them.

she kept bending down and up  and started deflecting the bullets that were now flying wildly, the men firing blindly like idiots. She was a master of hand-to-hand combat, and she knew exactly how to use her surroundings to her advantage.

"Deafen and disorient!" she shouted, as she expertly deflected a bullet that was heading straight for her like a deadly kiss.

Izel, enraged, charged towards her like a bull, but Arya was ready. She flung a glob of mud straight into his eyes, and as he stumbled back like a fool, she snatched the gun from his hand like a hawk snatching prey. And pointed on his forehead

Arya's eyes locked onto Izel, her grip on the gun tightening as she pressed the barrel against his temple. "Tell your men to stand down, Izel," she hissed, her voice low and deadly. "Or I'll blow your head off."

Izel's eyes widened in fear, his hands raised in a futile attempt to placate her. "Okay, okay! Men, put down your guns! Do as she says!"

The men, realizing their leader was at Arya's mercy, hesitated for a moment before slowly lowering their weapons. Arya's gaze never wavered from Izel's face, her finger tightening on the trigger.

"Don't think about trying anything, Izel," she warned, her voice dripping with malice. "I'll kill you before you can even blink."....

As Arya's gun trained on Izel's men, they hesitated, then slowly lowered their weapons, their eyes fixed on her with a mixture of anger and fear. But Arya knew better than to trust them. She saw the calculation in their eyes, the waiting game they played, biding their time until they could strike.

And then, it happened. One of them made a move, creeping towards Arya with a sly smile spreading across his face. Arya didn't hesitate. With lightning-fast reflexes, she squeezed the trigger, and the man crumpled to the ground, a red stain spreading across his chest.

Izel  taking advantage of the distraction, lunged at Arya, his arms outstretched like claws. But Arya was ready. With a swift kick, she sent him crashing to the ground, his body contorting in agony as he clutched his groin.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhh""

"Just kill that bitch " he ordered his men whiling moaning in pain

The air erupted into chaos as more men opened fire, bullets whizzing past Arya's head like deadly insects. But she refused to back down. With a fierce cry, she launched herself into a dance of dodges and weaves, her body moving with a fluid grace that belied the danger surrounding her.

Guns blazed in both her hands, firing in precise bursts as she took down her attackers one by one. The sound of gunfire echoed through the clearing, a deafening cacophony that left her ears ringing. But Arya didn't flinch. She was a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding.

Sweat dripped down her face, mixing with the grime and blood that smeared her skin. Her heart pounded in her chest, but her eyes remained fixed on the task at hand. She would not be defeated. She would not be taken down.

Arya's guns fell silent, the last bullet spent. She stood amidst the chaos, her eyes scanning the clearing for her next move. The men, thinking her defeated, closed in for the kill.

But Arya was far from done. With a fierce cry, she launched herself at them, an iron pipe clutched in one hand and a knife in the other. She swung the pipe with deadly precision, crushing skulls and shattering bones. The men tried to defend themselves, but Arya was unstoppable.

She kicked and slashed, her body a blur of motion as she took down her attackers. Blood splattered everywhere, covering Arya's skin and clothes. She was a vision of fury, her eyes blazing with a fierce determination.

Izel, trying to take advantage of her momentary distraction, grabbed her from behind. But Arya was ready. With a swift kick, she sent him crashing to the ground, her foot connecting with his groin with a sickening crunch.

Izel moaned in agony, clutching his dick as Arya stood over him, her eyes blazing with triumph. "You  bastards ," she hissed,

"Ahhhhhh "

She was looking like  a powerful goddess, fighting with all her might. The men's screams filled the forest as she took them down one by one. She was a force to be reckoned with, her movements swift and deadly.

Despite being hurt, Arya didn't feel any pain. She kept fighting, her determination and anger driving her forward. Her body was covered in wounds, but she didn't stop.

her body a canvas of blood and wounds, a testament to her unyielding ferocity. Fifty men, each one now a lifeless corpse, lay scattered around her, their bodies a grim reminder of her unwavering strength. Her hair, once a luscious mane, now hung in tangled disarray, matted with sweat and blood, framing her face like a halo of fury.

Despite the numerous wounds that marred her body, Arya felt no pain, only a deep-seated relief that washed over her like a balm. She breathed heavily, her chest rising and falling with a slow, deliberate rhythm, as if savoring the moment. Her eyes, blazing with a fierce intensity, scanned the carnage around her, drinking in the sight of her vanquished foes.

Then, her gaze fell upon Izel, the man who had dared to touch her with his filthy hands. He lay writhing in agony, clutching his groin in a futile attempt to ease the pain. Arya's eyes narrowed, her lips curling into a snarl as she approached him, her knife glinting in the fading light like a deadly whisper.

As Arya stood over Izel, her eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, her voice dripping with venom. "How dare you touch me with your dirty hands?" she hissed, her words a deadly whisper.

Izel, realizing his fate was sealed, begged for his life, his voice trembling with fear. "Please, mercy...don't kill me..."

But Arya's heart was unmoved. With a swift and deadly motion, she plunged the knife into his chest, her hand steady and true. Izel's eyes widened in shock as he felt his life slipping away, his body shuddering in a futile attempt to resist the inevitable.

Arya stood up, her eyes scanning the carnage around her. She felt a sense of peace wash over her, knowing that she had avenged herself. Her gaze fell upon the lifeless bodies, each one of them ..

As she looked around, her eyelids began to droop, her body swaying gently. She felt herself falling, but before she could hit the ground, two arms wrapped around her, holding her close.

Arya's eyes closed, her body relaxing into the warmth of the embrace.....

" she got shot""

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Longest chapter 😌❤️ aache se votes  comments karna  please 😚

I know there are some mistakes in this chapter for which please forgive me. I hope you all liked this chapter but still if I have not been able to live up to your expectations then please forgive me for that ..because I have completely changed this scene.

So I had to rewrite the whole chapter from the beginning