Siren screams tore through the night.
Ambulance lights flickered violently, painting the streets in red and blue.
Ashura stood frozen…
His hands trembling.
His voice… broken.
"Why… does everything… end like this…?"
His grip tightened around her blood-soaked body.
"I'm sorry… Ruhi…"
Silence swallowed everything.
Scene Shift
A cold, dimly lit hall.
Men in black coats stood in perfect lines—silent… motionless.
At the center…
Ishaan.
Head lowered.
Blood still fresh on his clothes.
"Sorry, sir… I couldn't bring Subject #091."
A man sat before him.
Bald.
One eye covered with a patch.
A cigarette resting between his fingers.
The air itself felt heavy around him.
A slow smirk crept across his face.
"How adorable…"
Whispers spread among the others.
"He's dead…"
"No way he survives this…"
"He messed up…"
Ishaan didn't move.
"Sorry… boss."
The man leaned forward slightly.
"I gave you one simple task… my dear nephew…"
A pause.
Then—
BANG.
The gunshot echoed.
Ishaan's body jerked.
Blood spilled from his mouth as he dropped to his knees.
The man stood up calmly… as if nothing happened.
"There's no place for failures."
His boot slammed into Ishaan's head.
Ishaan collapsed to the floor.
Still conscious.
Still breathing.
Barely.
"…I'm sorry…"
Another man stepped forward in panic.
"Boss! Please—he's important!"
Silence.
Then—
The bald man laughed.
Low. Cold.
"Relax… I'm just playing."
He placed the cigarette between his lips and lit it.
Smoke curled into the air.
His single visible eye narrowed.
"Ashura…"
A faint smile.
"You're far more important."
In a — Laboratory
Dim lights flickered.
Metal walls.
Cold air.
Two women sat tied to chairs—
Blindfolded.
Gagged.
Trembling.
Muffled cries echoed in the empty room.
Mpphhh...
A short muffles cried out.
Back to the Bald Man
Smoke escaped his lips slowly.
"…For our project."
Press Conference
Cameras flashed.
Voices overlapped.
The atmosphere was tense.
The Mayor stood at the podium, his expression calm… almost too calm.
"We deeply regret the recent incident involving Rivaan's family."
A pause.
"We are doing everything in our power to find the attacker. Please… do not lose hope."
The reporters didn't look convinced.
Next Day — Headlines
Bold letters screamed across newspapers:
"Young Girl Shot While Protecting Her Brother!"
"Mysterious Attacker Still At Large"
Public Reactions
Voices echoed through the streets…
"That poor girl…"
"What are the police even doing?"
"Wait… wasn't that Rivaan's daughter?"
"And that boy… Ashura…"
A man scoffed.
"Isn't he that killer?"
Another replied coldly:
"Then he deserved it."
"But… why did the girl protect him?"
Silence.
A woman whispered:
"…She didn't deserve this…"
At mayor resident — Mayor's House
The door clicked open.
The Mayor stepped inside, loosening his tie.
"Neha, I'm home."
His voice was calm, but the house felt unusually quiet.
Neha walked out slowly.
Her eyes were dull… her expression heavy.
"Dad… you're back…"
He frowned slightly.
"What happened?"
She hesitated.
Her lips trembled.
"My friend… Ruhi…"
Her voice dropped.
"She's in the hospital…"
Silence filled the room.
She clenched her fists.
"I want to go see her."
The Mayor looked at her for a moment… then nodded.
"Go."
Neha turned away quickly—
Trying to hide her tears.
"I just… hope she's okay…"
The Mayor walked slowly toward Neha.
Without saying anything, he pulled her into a gentle hug.
"Don't worry… we'll find the attacker."
Neha's fingers clenched slightly against his coat.
Her voice trembled.
"I don't want the attacker… I want Ruhi to live…"
That line hit hard.
For a moment… the Mayor said nothing.
Then—
"She'll be fine."
His tone was calm. Too calm.
He softly patted her head.
Neha forced a small smile, adjusting her glasses.
"I'm going… to see her."
She turned and walked toward the door.
Her hand paused on the handle.
"…Bye, Dad."
"Bye, beta."
The door closed.
Silence filled the room.
The Mayor slowly walked to the sofa and sat down.
His calm expression faded.
His eyes darkened slightly.
"Ashura…"
A pause.
"You're dangerous."
The hospital lights flickered faintly.
Dim noises echoed through the corridor—
footsteps, hurried voices…
and the slow, fragile beeping of a heartbeat.
Ruhi was rushed down the hallway on a stretcher.
Her body… soaked in blood.
Her lips slightly parted.
Breath weak.
Tears still clinging to the corners of her eyes.
A nurse looked at the doctor, panic clear on her face.
"Doctor… we need to operate immediately. Her survival chances are barely twenty percent."
The words hung in the air like a death sentence.
Avni ran beside the stretcher—
her hands gripping it desperately.
"Please… don't take her away!"
Her voice broke into pieces.
"She's my sister… please…"
The nurses tried to pull her back.
"You can't go inside. This is the operation room!"
But Avni refused.
She held tighter.
"I don't care! I don't want to be separated from her… please… God… please…"
Her screams echoed through the corridor.
Rivaan rushed forward and grabbed her tightly.
His hands trembled.
"Avni… enough!"
His voice cracked.
"Let them do their job…"
The stretcher doors burst open—
and then—
closed.
Ruhi was gone.
"MY SISTER…!!"
Avni's scream tore through the silence.
Her body shook violently as she coughed, unable to breathe properly.
She clutched Rivaan's shirt desperately.
"Dad… please… don't let them take her… please…"
Rivaan stood frozen.
His eyes burned with tears he refused to let fall.
"Avni… please understand…"
His voice was barely holding together.
"This… isn't the time to break…"
Avni collapsed against him—
still crying… still begging…
"Please…"
The corridor felt cold.
Too quiet.
Too heavy.
Ashura stood near the window…
motionless.
His eyes stared outside—but saw nothing.
No anger.
No tears.
Just… emptiness.
Hollow.
His lips moved slowly.
His voice… empty.
"I deserved that…"
A pause.
"…why her…?"
His knees gave out.
He collapsed to the floor.
People passed by—
their eyes filled with disgust.
Whispers followed him like poison.
"Isn't that him…?"
"Why is he still alive…?"
"That girl didn't deserve it…"
Each word sank deeper.
Ashura grabbed his head tightly.
"Why… did she deserve this…?"
Silence.
Then—
He stood up.
Slowly.
Like a body without a soul.
Footsteps rushed behind him.
"ASHURA!"
Reyansh.
Harsh.
Yash.
They ran toward him—faces filled with shock… anger… fear.
Ashura didn't look at them.
He turned his face away.
"I don't deserve anyone…"
And then—
He started walking.
Faster.
Then running.
"ASHURA, STOP!" — Yash shouted.
"Idiot, where are you going?!" — Reyansh yelled.
"Your sister is in the hospital!" — Harsh's voice cracked.
Ashura didn't stop.
Didn't turn.
Didn't answer.
His voice broke as he ran—
barely audible…
"I don't want anyone…"
A breath.
A fracture.
"I wish… I could just disappear…"
Ashura ran blindly through the empty coridoor.
His vision blurred.
His breath uneven.
His voice… completely broken.
"I wish… I could just die…"
THUD—
He crashed into someone.
A girl fell hard to the ground.
"Ah—!"
Ashura froze for a second.
His eyes widened—
then darkened again.
"Of course…"
He slapped his own face.
Hard.
"Why am I trouble for everyone…?"
From behind.
Shina rushed forward and grabbed his wrist.
"Ashura, stop!"
He jerked his hand away violently.
"Let me die…!"
The force pushed her back—
she hit the wall.
"Ouch— Ashura, stop!"
Ashura dropped to his knees.
His body trembled.
"…Sorry… Ruhi…"
His voice cracked.
"I'm… a terrible brother…"
Flashback
A quiet room.
Rain tapping softly against the window.
Little Ruhi sat curled up—
eyes red.
"Mom is gone…"
Her voice trembled.
"Who's going to take care of me now…?"
She sniffed, wiping her tears.
"…I'm alone…"
Ashura walked toward her slowly.
Sat beside her.
"You're not alone."
He gently patted her head.
"I'll protect you."
Ruhi looked at him with teary eyes.
"You won't… you always hurt people…"
Ashura stayed silent for a moment.
Then—
"Even if I have to become worse…"
His voice was firm.
"…I'll still protect you."
He lightly pinched her cheek.
Ruhi broke down and hugged him.
"Promise me… you'll always protect me…"
Ashura smiled faintly.
"…I promise."
Present
"I broke it…"
Ashura whispered.
His hands shook violently.
He struck his own face again.
Harder.
"I broke it again…"
Tears slipped down his face.
"How… how am I this bad…?"
His breathing became unstable.
Sharp.
Painful.
"I deserve hell…"
He coughed violently—
struggling to breathe.
His body collapsing under the weight of everything.
Shina grabbed his hand tightly.
Her voice trembled.
"Ashura… stop…"
Tears streamed down her face.
"Please… stop this…"
The girl he had bumped into slowly stood up.
Neha.
She looked at Ashura—
her expression filled with concern.
"Ashura… please… don't do this to yourself…"
Ashura lowered his head.
His voice was hollow.
"…Sorry… Shina…"
A pause.
"…Sorry… Neha…"
His hands trembled.
"I'm not a good brother…"
His voice broke completely.
"…I'm the worst…"
Neha stepped closer.
Gently.
"Don't blame everything on yourself…"
Her voice softened.
"Please… just stop…"
Shina wiped his tears with shaking hands.
Her own voice cracking.
"I'm praying to God… Ruhi will be fine…"
She pulled him into a tight hug.
"So please… don't cry like this…"
Ashura couldn't hold it anymore.
Tears fell freely.
Neha adjusted her glasses slightly, watching him.
Her eyes softened.
"I came to see Ruhi…"
She spoke quietly.
"…but this situation…"
Her gaze lingered on Ashura.
"…he doesn't deserve all of this…"
She turned toward Shina.
"…Are you his girlfriend?"
Shina tightened her hold on Ashura.
She nodded.
"…Yeah."
"I'm sorry… for everything."
Shina said softly.
"You're Ruhi's friend… right?"
Neha nodded.
The corridor fell silent for a moment.
Heavy.
Uncomfortable.
Ashura struggled to breathe.
His chest rising unevenly.
His voice came out broken…
barely a whisper—
"…Sorry… Ruhi…"
Silence hung heavily in the corridor.
For a few seconds… no one spoke.
Ashura slowly stood up.
BAM—
A fist slammed into his face.
"ASHURA!"
Yash's voice exploded.
Ashura stumbled back—
his body crashing into the wall.
"—Ugh…!"
Shina flinched.
"Stop this!"
She stepped forward—
but Reyansh's cold voice cut through.
"Don't interfere."
Harsh stood beside him, silent… but firm.
Shina froze.
Her eyes filled with worry.
Yash grabbed Ashura by the collar.
His hands trembling with anger.
"What are we to you?!"
His voice broke.
"Animals?!"
THUD—
He punched Ashura in the stomach.
Ashura coughed violently.
Blood spilled from his mouth.
"Why did you run away from us?!"
Another punch.
"WHY?!"
Tears streamed down Yash's face.
"I hate you, Ashura… I hate you…!"
Ashura didn't resist.
Didn't block.
Didn't fight back.
Blood dripped from his lips.
"…It's fine…"
His voice was calm. Empty.
"Kill me like this…"
Yash kicked him hard.
"You stupid idiot!"
After a few moments—
Yash stepped back, breathing heavily.
His fists shaking.
Neha stood frozen.
Her eyes wide.
"…Is he… even alive…?"
She whispered under her breath.
Ashura slowly slid down the wall…
and sat on the floor.
His breathing uneven.
His face bruised.
Bleeding.
"…Thanks…"
He said quietly.
Everyone froze.
"I needed this…"
Reyansh's eyes darkened.
"We hate you, Ashura."
Ashura nodded slowly.
"…I know."
Shina rushed to him.
Tears streaming down her face.
She pulled out her handkerchief and gently wiped the blood from his mouth.
"Are you okay…?"
Her voice shook.
Ashura gave a faint nod.
"…I'm fine…"
Yash stomped his foot in frustration.
"You think dying is enough?!"
His voice trembled.
"If you're going to die…"
He clenched his fists.
"…then we'll die too!"
Harsh spoke quietly—
but his words hit hard.
"We can't see a tomorrow without you… brother."
Reyansh looked away, his voice cold—
but cracking underneath.
"And this idiot wants to end everything…"
He clenched his jaw.
"I hate you…"
Neha stood there…
nervous.
Overwhelmed.
She adjusted her glasses slowly.
"…This situation…"
Her throat felt dry.
"…it's getting worse…"
Yash stepped back slowly.
His body trembling.
Then—
he dropped to the floor.
Both hands covering his face.
His voice… cracked.
"My… Ruhi…"
Silence.
Then it shattered.
"She's in the hospital… on a ventilator…"
His shoulders shook.
Tears slipped through his fingers and fell onto the floor.
"I didn't want to lose her…"
His voice broke completely.
"I loved her… with all my heart…"
A painful pause.
"But… I never even got the chance to tell her…"
He clenched his fists.
Crying silently now.
"Please… God…"
His voice trembled like a child.
"Just give me one chance…"
"…to prove myself to Ruhi…"
Harsh, who had been silent till now, spoke calmly—
but his words cut through everything.
"Ruhi has lost a lot of blood…"
He looked around.
"Who's going to give her?"
Ashura suddenly stood up.
His breath uneven.
"Me—"
He gasped.
Neha quickly spoke.
"Wait… Ruhi's blood type is B positive…"
She looked at him.
"…What's yours, Ashura?"
Ashura froze.
His eyes went empty.
His body collapsed to his knees.
"…A positive…"
A tear slipped down.
"I can't even save her…"
"NO!"
Yash shot up suddenly.
"I'm B positive!"
His voice shook—but his eyes burned with determination.
"I'll save her… I swear!"
He turned and ran toward the operation room.
"Yash, wait!" — Reyansh shouted.
"We're coming too!"
But Yash was already gone.
Neha stepped forward quickly.
"I'm B positive too—I can donate!"
She ran after him.
Shina stood frozen.
Her voice broke.
"…I can't…"
Her hands trembled.
"…My blood type isn't B positive…"
Harsh gave a small, calm smile.
"It's fine."
He glanced at her.
"You stay here… and take care of this idiot."
He pointed at Ashura.
"We'll handle the rest."
Shina nodded.
Tears filled her eyes.
"Please… save Ruhi…"
Ashura leaned against her shoulder.
His eyes slowly closing.
His voice… barely a whisper—
"…Sorry…"
Operation Room
White lights.
Cold air.
Machines humming softly.
Ruhi lay on the bed—
an oxygen mask covering her face.
IV lines ran into her arms.
Her heartbeat… slow.
Fragile.
She looked… peaceful.
Too peaceful.
Yash stood beside her.
His fingers gently brushed through her hair.
"I'll protect you… I swear…"
The doctor looked at him seriously.
"Are you sure you want to donate blood?"
Yash didn't hesitate.
"…Yeah."
He nodded firmly.
Neha stepped closer.
She leaned down and kissed Ruhi's forehead softly.
"You'll wake up soon… okay?"
Her voice was calm—but her eyes betrayed her.
Avni clutched Yash hand tightly.
Her voice trembled.
"Please… save her…"
"I'm begging you…"
Yash turned toward her.
His voice shook—
but carried determination.
"Don't worry, didi…"
"I'll save her."
A small pause.
"That's a promise… from your little brother."
Avni nodded slowly.
Tears slipping down her cheeks.
From behind, Rivaan spoke quietly—
his voice heavy.
"Avni… come outside."
"Let them do their work."
She hesitated.
Then nodded.
"…Okay, papa…"
She took one last look at Ruhi.
Her lips trembled.
"…Please…"
The door closed.
Yash looked back at Ruhi.
His eyes softened.
Flashback
A younger Yash sat on the ground—
crying.
Four boys stood around him.
Laughing.
"Hey, red-haired idiot!"
One of them threw his bag away.
Yash reached out desperately.
"Please… give it back…"
They laughed louder.
Suddenly—
"You idiots!"
A voice cut through the air.
Ruhi.
She rushed forward—
and punched one of the boys.
"Don't you dare bully him again!"
The boys froze.
One whispered nervously:
"…It's her… we shouldn't mess with her…"
"Her brother's a maniac…"
They ran away.
Ruhi turned back to Yash.
Her expression softened.
She held out her hand.
"Are you okay, Yash?"
Yash wiped his tears.
"Th-thank you…"
He hesitated.
"People bully me… because of my red hair…"
His voice broke.
"…Is it really that bad?"
Ruhi smiled gently.
"No."
She shook her head.
"It's beautiful."
A small laugh.
"…and it suits you."
She patted his shoulder.
"Come on. Let's go."
Present
Yash's fingers tightened slightly.
"That day… I realized…"
His voice softened.
"…someone liked me… for who I am."
He looked at Ruhi.
"You always saved me…"
A pause.
His eyes hardened with resolve.
"…Now it's my turn."
He turned to the doctor.
"Let's start."
The nurse nodded.
"This way."
Evening — Hospital
The operation was still ongoing.
Hours passed.
Each second felt heavier than the last.
Avni sat on the bench—
both hands tightly clasped.
Her eyes closed.
Her voice trembling with desperation.
"Oh God… please…"
Tears slipped down.
"Take my life… but save my sister…"
Rivaan placed a hand on her shoulder.
His voice calm—
but barely holding.
"Don't worry… she'll be fine…"
Even he didn't believe it fully.
Corridor
Ashura lay asleep against the wall.
For the first time—
he looked… peaceful.
Shina sat beside him.
Still holding him.
Not letting go.
Harsh glanced at her.
"You're still holding him?"
She nodded quietly.
"…I can't leave him alone."
Her grip tightened slightly.
"He has too many enemies…"
Reyansh walked over and shook Ashura.
"Wake up."
Shina frowned.
"Let him sleep…"
"No."
Reyansh shook him again.
"He needs to hear this."
Ashura slowly opened his eyes.
Still tired.
Still broken.
Reyansh spoke—
his voice softer than usual.
"…Ruhi is stable."
Shina froze.
"…Really?"
Tears filled her eyes instantly.
Harsh gave a small smile.
"Yeah."
"Our heroes did their job."
Reyansh smirked faintly.
"That blue-haired girl…"
A pause.
"…and Yash."
"They saved her."
Inside Ruhi's Room
The lights were dim.
Machines steady.
A figure stood beside her bed.
Silent.
Watching.
"…You didn't deserve this…"
Her voice was filled with regret.
She slowly removed her mask.
Her face hidden in shadow.
She leaned closer—
whispering softly.
"…I'm sorry… for what we did to you…"
Then—
she gently kissed Ruhi's lips.
A faint glow spread through Ruhi's body.
Soft.
Warm.
Her heartbeat stabilized.
The machine's rhythm normalized.
Her wounds…
began to disappear.
Like they were never there.
The figure stepped back.
Her voice barely audible.
"…Ashura…"
A pause.
"…I'm sorry…"
"For making your life… hell."
And then—
she vanished.
Moments Later
The doctor entered the room.
"Did you check the patient?"
He asked the nurse.
"I just stepped out for a moment—"
She stopped.
Both of them froze.
Ruhi lay there…
breathing normally.
Peaceful.
Like nothing had ever happened.
The doctor stepped closer.
His voice filled with disbelief.
"…How…?"
Ruhi's fingers twitched.
Slowly—
her eyes opened.
Her voice was weak.
Soft. weak fragile
"…Where… am I…?"
Ashura did...i save him.
Is he ok.
She gasps
Chapter 7 Ended