Rania's eyes fluttered with distress as she apologized profusely, "Sorry... I'm so sorry." Rahil's intense gaze locked onto hers, and he pulled her closer, his voice low and husky, "What's wrong?"
Rania's voice trembled, "Nothing... it's nothing." Before she could elaborate, a group of rough-looking men appeared, their eyes fixed menacingly on Rania. "Hand her over," one of them growled.
Rahil's eyes narrowed, his jaw clenched in anger. "Do you know them?" he asked Rania, his voice firm but controlled. Rania shook her head, "No, I don't know them."
Rahil's gaze never wavered from the men as he warned, "Back off. She doesn't know you." The men snickered, but one of them took a step closer, his hand reaching for Rania.
Rahil's reflexes kicked in, and he swiftly pulled Rania behind him, his hand grasping the man's wrist and twisting it. The man yelped in pain as Rahil sent him crashing to the ground.
The other men charged, but Rahil was ready. With swift, precise movements, he took them down, one by one. The men fled, abandoning their plans.
Rania stood frozen, her eyes fixed on Rahil's powerful form. He turned to her, his voice softening, "Are you okay?" Rania's gaze drifted into his, and she felt herself getting lost in their depths.
Rahil's voice broke the spell, "Hey, are you alright?" Rania blinked, her voice barely above a whisper, "Y-yes, I'm alright... thanks."
Rahil's eyes crinkled at the corners as he smiled, "I'm Rahil. And you are...?" Rania's voice gained strength, "I'm Rania."
Just then, Danish appeared, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the scene. "Rahil, what's going on?" Rahil's expression turned enigmatic, "Just a minor misunderstanding. Danish, Let's go.
Danish navigated the winding roads, his eyes fixed on the rearview mirror as he asked, "Who was that girl?"
Rahil's response was curt, "Rania."
Danish's curiosity was piqued. "What did she do? Are you going to kill her too?" He chuckled, "You don't look like a murderer, though."
Rahil's expression turned cold, his voice dripping with menace. "Rahil Singh Rajun doesn't harm the innocent. But those who cross my path... they're a different story."
Danish's eyes narrowed. "What did she do?"
Rahil's gaze drifted into the distance, his voice laced with confusion. "I don't know... there's something about her. The moment I saw her, my mind went blank."
Danish raised an eyebrow. "You're not falling for her, are you?"
Rahil's response was immediate, "Rahil Singh Rajun is incapable of love."
Danish snorted, "You're saying that without even thinking?"
Rahil's gaze snapped back to the road ahead. "Just drive."
Meanwhile, Rania arrived at her humble abode, her heart heavy with the weight of her past. She was a middle-class girl, raised by her father after her mother's passing. Her father's second wife lived separately, never bothering to acknowledge Rania's existence.
Rania's world was shattered when her father passed away, a fact she only discovered two months later through a phone call from her friend Mehwish.
Rania was a sweet, innocent, and naive girl, now live with Mehwish, who was also Rania's childhood friend. The two girls were intertwined in a complex web of friendship and fate. 🌹💕