Nivik called Advik out just as he was ready to leave the room."Advik, wait."
Advik turned back, concern etched on his face. "What is it, Nivik?"
"I have something to share with your, brother."
"What's that?"
"There was a pitchfork next to the stairs in case I fall and am not aware of it and it hits my throat. I was able to push it away with my elbow before I fell. This didn't seem normal to me; instead, I believe that someone had purposefully left it over there."
Advik's eyes widened, a surge of protective anger rising within him. He moved closer to Nivik, his face darkening with the realization of what could have happened. "You're saying it was set up deliberately?" he asked, his voice low and intense.
Nivik nodded, his expression grim. "It felt like someone tried to kill me, Advik. It wasn't just an accident."
Advik was somewhat taken aback by what Nivik had told him. His veins was gushing with rage, and he desired to kill everyone who had attempted to hurt Nivik.
Advik's love for his younger brother fueling his anger. He couldn't bear the thought of someone intentionally trying to harm Nivik. The mere idea of losing him sent a cold chill down his spine. "Whoever did this won't get away with it," he said, his voice shaking with emotion. "I'll make sure of it."
He placed a reassuring hand on Nivik's shoulder, his grip firm and protective. "You rest, Nivik. I'll take care of this. I promise you, I won't let anything like this happen again."
Nivik looked up at his brother, feeling a sense of relief despite the fear still lingering in his mind. "Thanks, Advik. I know you will."
Advik's expression softened slightly as he looked into Nivik's eyes, his love and determination shining through. "You're my brother, Nivik. I'd do anything to keep you safe."
As Advik left the room, his mind was already racing with plans to investigate the incident. His heart was heavy with worry, but his resolve was unshakeable. He would protect his brother at any cost, and whoever had tried to harm Nivik would soon find out the consequences of their actions.
Nivik watched his brother leave, feeling a mixture of gratitude and apprehension. The memory of the fall replayed in his mind—the sudden slip, the shock of seeing the pitchfork, the desperate push that had saved his life. It was a chilling reminder of how quickly things could change, but he found comfort in knowing that Advik was there, ready to stand by his side through anything.
As Advik reached the door, ready to leave and investigate the troubling incident, he was startled by the sudden appearance of Anvika. Anvika entering the room with Arya's assistance while they were having chat. The sight of her standing there, especially at this hour, caught both brothers off guard. It was well past midnight, and Anvika was supposed to be asleep in her room.
Anvika's eyes were wide with concern, her usually calm demeanor replaced by a palpable anxiety. Arya, steady and composed as always, guided his daughter gently into the room. Advik and Nivik exchanged puzzled glances before turning their full attention to their unexpected visitors.
"Anvika, Arya, what are you doing here?" Advik asked, his voice a mix of surprise and worry.
Anvika glanced at her father before speaking, her voice tinged with urgency. "I couldn't sleep. Something didn't feel right, and I needed to see Nivik. I had a strange feeling something was wrong."
Arya nodded in agreement. "She insisted we come over. She's been restless all night."