"The best beginnings are often unexpected sometimes."
-DB. Sharma
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Gauhar's POV
I felt the blood rush in my ears as I clenched my fists in anger. I couldn't act rashly, especially now when I had an opponent almost twice my size. I took in a deep breath and pushed him roughly, causing him to turn around towards me, his eyes narrowed as he registered my presence. "How dare you disturb me you wench!" he growled.
I nearly exploded at his words, how could he dare to say that! As if he were on a date with this woman which I had rudely interrupted. I smiled at him sweetly, though I'd have liked nothing more than to push something painful and sharp into him, right then and there.
I shrugged my shoulders and demonstrated "I guess it hadn't registered when I did it first, but no worries I'm happy to demonstrate." My smile widened, his little beady eyes widened in alarm. Maybe he had seen the thirst for his blood in my eye "Like this" I said, pushing him harder this time, just to drive it into his thick skull.
Some people were so obtuse, they needed things to be demonstrated twice for them to understand, quite sad actually. This one actually seemed like a particularly dense troll.
My push seemed to have angered the troll, because he growled like the mad beast that he was. Maybe he didn't appreciate a harder lesson the second time. I was a good teacher, pity he couldn't appreciate it.
"I was just doing what yo-" I started, when he slapped me right across my face. Causing me to fall down on the ground, the sleeve of my shrug caught onto a nail on the wall, the sound of cloth being ripped filled my ear. My skin grazed on the rough ground, tearing my skin and causing my eyes to water in pain. I heard a barely muffled gasp which I knew came from Daniya.
My cheek was throbbing where he had hit me, I knew that it was going to leave a mark. Ugh dammit, it was going to be hard hiding this.
I narrowed my eyes as I looked in the direction she was hiding, damned idiot, she'd get in trouble if she let him know of her presence. I bit my lip hard to mute the gasp that threatened to escape me. I didn't want to show any sign of weakness in front of him. I noticed that my arm was bleeding, but now wasn't the time to focus on things like that.
I pushed myself off the ground, trying to hide the wince of pain as the cut on my knee stinged. I dusted myself off airily, and plastered a smile on my face.
"Oh come on! You must know it does not befit a true man to harass a lady like this." I looked at the woman held against the wall. I noticed that his grip had loosened quite a bit, I just had to wait a little longer.
"You don't need to force a lady like this to get her with you. You'd get any girl you wanted." I lied through my teeth, I tried my best to sound friendly but I knew I failed miserably, as the disdain I felt showed on my face. This lie was so big, even the man couldn't believe it.
"It's none of your bloody business wench. Who are you to tell me what to do and what not to do?" he demanded, narrowing his small watery eyes at me. I knew it was too big of a lie for anyone to believe. But hey it didn't hurt to try, especially when it was helping loosen his hold on that woman.
I merely smiled at him venom tinging the sickly sweetness "Oh well, I could be wrong as well. Because I've been told that women don't take well to cowards." My words worked well in aggravating him further. I noticed the lapse in his concentration and quickly motioned the woman.
She took advantage, by biting on his hand, causing him to let go of her momentarily. She backed away, and fell on the ground. The brute lunged at her, but Daniya quickly came to her aid, pulling her away from harm.
I could see the cogs and wheels turning in his slow brain as he tried to understand this sudden appearance of another female.
I realized that I felt bad for her, now she would have to wash her mouth with soap. Though I wasn't sure it'd wash off the unpleasant experience entirely. Daniya quickly dragged her away. I sighed in relief, I could do what I wanted now that she was out of harm's way.
Listening to the sound, he snapped out of his shock. He clenched his fists as he growled like a mad dog (no offense to dogs) his yellow teeth grinding against each other. He walked menacingly towards me "What happened between her and me, was of no concern to you, but you meddled in anyway. Busybodies like you need to be taught a lesson."
His dirty face crinkled into a sinister grin showcasing a gap in his uneven teeth "Now that she has left, you will do what I intended from her." I felt an involuntary shudder of repulsion at his words. He was soon going to regret his words, I'd make sure of that. I let out a breath as I let this thought calm me down a bit.
He rubbed his hands as he approached me "This is new, I have never unwrapped a hijabi before."
He suddenly lunged at me, but I had already set my body on high alert and I dodged out of his way before I even consciously thought about it. I smiled bitterly as I remembered how I had learnt it, but I didn't let the memories cloud my brain.
Now was not the time to dwell on the past.
The troll jumped at me again, but this time I was more prepared and aimed a punch at his stomach. The punch was well aimed and precise, and it succeeded in its job. He doubled over coughing, I grimaced to myself. Pity the punch wasn't hard enough to make him cough out blood.
I really needed to increase the strength of impact of my punches.
I knew I didn't have much time to prolong the fight, as much I would've liked to do that. So to end it quickly I kicked him where I knew it would pain him the most, I hoped the kick was hard enough to ensure he had no progeny in the future. He groaned and fell to his knees with a satisfying thud. I placed a well-aimed hit between his shoulder-blades with my elbow, causing him to let out a pathetic breath of air.
He fell down with a heavy thud, with satisfaction, I observed that his eyes were watering. I kicked him hard in the ribs for good measure, making sure that I broke a few of them. When it came to douchebags like this, controlling my sadistic tendencies was indeed hard.
He whimpered pitifully, but the sting in my arm and my ripped clothes reminded me what he was capable of. I would not-- scratch that, could not let what happened before, happen again. I would never let people like him triumph again.
Not as long as I had breath left in me.
I felt another surge of anger rush through my veins as the bitter recollections swarmed my mind. I clenched my fists as I saw the man breathe heavily, scum like him should never be allowed to live. I remembered the blood trickling down the girls white clothes…tinging the pureness with pain.
I heard him groan again, and I snapped. All I could see was red, the colour of blood, the colour of pain blind my eyesight. I wanted to destroy his face.
Before I knew it, I was upon him, aiming punches that had only one motive—death. I wanted him dead, I felt my knuckles get coated in his blood, but I didn't want to stop. It felt good….it felt liberating.
I felt someone roughly pull me away from the man.