Page 108 of Twisted Alliance

Oh God. Please forgive me.

I love Shivay. I will do anything to keep him safe. Please help me.

As Ishani prayed desperately, she heard the sound of a soft plop. The man standing next to her suddenly jerked before collapsing on the ground with a cry of agony. She heard similar sounds of soft plops followed by cries of agony with the men collapsing on the ground.

Shocked, she saw that the men’s legs were bleeding.

“You bastard!” Devraj yelled, raising the knife in his hand.

Ishani screamed. “Shivay!” She tried to run towards him, but she fell on her knees midway.

She tried to scramble up.

Oh God.

Much to her shock, she saw Shivay rise up and stop the oncoming blow from her brother. He caught her brother’s wrist and twisted it at an unnatural angle until her brother screamed in agony and dropped the knife.

Shivay then picked up the knife and sliced it through her brother’s wrist. Blood splattered as her brother's hand fell to the sand.

Her brother let out a scream and fell on his knees to the ground.

“That’s for hurting my wife,” Shivay growled.

She watched in sheer shock as Shivay let out a primal cry and grabbed her brother’s throat and held him up until her brother’s legs flailed below. Shivay carried her brother’s flailing body to a distance and stopped.

The rising sun provided enough light and shadows to show it was right outside the border of the holy land of Singoor. Ishani watched as Shivay’s hand rose and sliced through her brother’s throat. A moment later, Devraj’s headless body fell to the ground.

The sounds of the helicopter and vehicles filled the air, but Ishani remained frozen.

She watched as Shivay walked towards her.

His eyes fell on her while she looked at his blood-soaked face and body. She didn’t protest when he picked her up and carried her towards the helicopter. Her body trembled in shock and she couldn’t hug him as he was still covered in her brother’s blood.

CHAPTER 34

Ishani continued to tremble even as steaming hot water washed away the sand and blood from her body. And also, from Shivay’s.

His hands were gentle while he applied soap on her for the third time. The water that washed over them and fell on the marble tile was clear unlike before when the floor had turned red.

Soon, the shower stopped, and then she was wrapped in a fluffy towel before she was carried out and placed on the bathroom counter. He cupped her chin in a gentle grip and looked at her cheek. His jaw clenched before he opened the first-aid kit and applied a cooling cream over her cheek.

“A doctor will check you in a while,” he said.

“I-I’m fine, Shivay,” she whispered.

He didn’t say anything. He gently parted the towel around her and his eyes fell to her sides where her ribs were beginning to bruise. The rage on his face trembled her stomach. But his hands were gentle as he applied the cooling cream over the bruises.

“Wear loose clothing,” he instructed. “You won’t be able to tie the knots on your usual dresses.”

She nodded.

She noticed he hadn’t said a single word about what had happened in the last few hours.

“I’m sorry, Shivay,” she managed to say. “I-I took your phone thinking it would get my brother to stop suspecting you of not being the heir. I-I didn’t know he already knew the truth and was going to use it to harm your family.”

He didn’t respond for a long moment. She felt his thumb running over her cheek, wiping away her tears. “It’s over now,” he said.

His words didn’t ease the knot in her stomach. He picked her and carried her out of the bathroom, and placed her on the stool in the dressing area. He opened the wardrobe and pulled out a dress. It was a dress she hadn’t worn before and had purchased in the city. It was a long floral gown. He helped her into it and also helped her put on her underwear.

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