...WHAT'S THERE IN A SURNAME... #saakk FF

YAAR BEDARDEYA

"Anokhi jaldi ander chalo,
wo waha Shaurya bhaiya."

Kanchan di baat kya hai. aap itne pareshan kyu lag rahe hai...

"Shaurya bhaiya, waha ander kisi ki nahi sun rahe hai Anokhi...

pata nahi unhe achanak ho kya gaya hai, aab tum he unhe rok sakti ho..."

Kanchan's stammering words hardly made any sense to her as the next moment the duo sprinted towards the place least knowing what surprises awaited inside to unfold.

Stepping into the room, the grim backdrop took her aback. The aura of the ambience vouched for the lethal encounter that was still commencing there.

Anokhi's eyes frantically scanned around, only to find Shaurya engaged in a brutal altercation with Aditya...
while Ahir battling with all his strength to intervene and prevent this catastrophe.

Shaurya chod usse...
pagal ho gaya hai kya tu...
uski haalat dekh raha hai....

Ahir said struggling to clung to his friend from behind, trying to restrain him with all his might but Shaurya bellowed at him jerking him hard.

Maine bola na Ahir...
koi beech mein nahi aayega...
tu hatt yaha se... 

With a forceful shove, he pushed him away, as without a moment's hesitation Shaurya next turned around to drive an uneven vicious blow at Aditya's face rendering him defenseless.

The impact sent him crash landing onto the floor. Blood spurted forth from his mouth as he struggled to cope up keeping his broken breath in place under such decisive blow.

Anokhi's breath caught up in her throat witnessing the battle infront.

She did tried calling out Shaurya's name but her voice quivered pathetically as she felt completely seized down by the harrowing scene unfolding before her eyes.

Aditya and Shaurya had always
been at the odds, but this level of aggression was surely unfathomable.

"Tu baap banne wala hai...
aur tujhe he iski khabar nahi hai...
he heaved a mockery grin...

waise isse bacche ka baap tu hai bhi ki nahi yaar... kyunki tab he sayad Anokhi ne tujhe batana zaroori nahi samjha hoga...."

Here the uncurbed anger started burning every bits and pieces of Shaurya's temprament as Aditya's each uttered words began reverberating in his mind.

"Aaj to teri khaal udher kar
rakh dunga mein Aditya...."

Devoid of any mercy Shaurya snarled.

With a fine determination of not letting him find an escape unscathed this time, Shaurya's hands swiftly moved to his waistline, slowly drawing forth his tanned leather belt from there.

The sound of the belt being pulled through the loops resonated in the room, an ominous prelude to the storm about to be unleashed any moment.

Coiling it around his own knuckles Shaurya's fist clenched tightly around it. The grip leaving deep imprints on his own skin, as the cold metal buckle added an extra layer of menace to his long pented-up anger.