Vedansh didn't even wait for anyone to react. His jaw was tight, his eyes burning with protectiveness and an authority no one in that room had the courage to challenge.

 He pulled Anu closer by her shoulders, shielding her half behind him as he glared at every single family member standing there in shock.

 "Chesina tamasha chalu," he said, voice sharp, unshakable.

"Enough of the drama" 

"Tomorrow... we are getting married." Gasps echoed, but he didn't blink. His eyes directly locked on Krishna, who looked like his entire plan had slipped from his hands. Vedansh slightly leaned forward, not raising his voice—but the weight of his words was enough to silence everyone. "Istam aithe randi... lekapothe avasaram ledu."

"if you are interested  then only come otherwise no need."

 The last line hit the room like a slap. A challenge. A warning. A promise. And before anyone could process it, Vedansh wrapped his hand firmly around Anu's wrist and walked out, pulling her safely with him, not letting a single person come near her.

As soon as they entered his room, Anu's breath broke. Her throat tightened, her eyes burning, and before he could even close the door, she jerked her hand away, stumbling back like she couldn't breathe. Her chest rose and fell rapidly; her fingers trembled. She rushed straight into the bathroom, almost half running. She shut the door behind her with a shaky thud, turned on the shower without removing her clothes, and stood beneath the cold water as if she wanted it to wash away everything—every feeling, every touch, every moment where someone made her feel unsafe. Her hands moved on their own, scratching her skin harshly, angry red marks forming instantly. She rubbed her arms, her shoulders, her waist, every place she felt contaminated by fear, pain, and humiliation. Water mixed with her tears, flowing down her body like silent cries. "Why... why did this happen to me..." she whispered, voice cracking. She rubbed harder, nails digging in, hating the way her skin felt foreign, unclean, violated even by memories.

Outside, Vedansh heard the shower, but he also heard... her sobs. That sound alone tore him apart. He didn't knock immediately—he stood there, hand on the glass door, fighting his own storm, wanting to give her space but unable to let her drown in that pain alone. When her sob grew louder, when he heard her scratching her skin again and again, he couldn't stand anymore.

 "Ammu... open the door," he called softly.

 No response. He tried again. "Bangaram... please." Still nothing. His chest tightened.

Finally he pushed the door open. It wasn't locked.

The moment he stepped inside, his heart stopped. She was standing under the heavy shower, soaked, shivering, scratching her arms until they were red and raw. Her eyes were lost, wounded, terrified. And he felt something inside him break. "Anu..." he whispered, stepping toward her slowly, as if approaching something fragile that might shatter with the slightest wrong move. She didn't turn. She didn't even notice him. She just kept rubbing her arms desperately like trying to erase the world.

Vedansh moved closer and gently caught her wrists. "Ayyo... stop," he whispered, voice trembling. She instantly pulled her hands back, flinching. "Don't touch me... please," she cried, stepping away. That single line stabbed him. But he didn't let go. He took a shaky breath and said softly, "Not to hurt you, Anu... never to hurt you. I won't even touch a single hair on you if you don't want me to. But please... don't do this to yourself." His voice cracked.

She looked up at him finally, water dripping from her eyelashes. "I feel dirty," she whispered. "I feel like everything is on me... his hands... his words... I want to remove all this... I want to erase it..." Her voice broke again, and she cried harder, sinking slightly, her knees bending.

Without thinking, Vedansh stepped in fully under the shower, his clothes soaking instantly. He cupped her face but didn't force her to meet his eyes. "Look at me... just look at me once." She hesitated, but she did. And the moment her eyes met his, she saw no judgment, no pity—only pure, burning anger on her behalf and a deep, unshakeable love.

"You are not dirty," he said, every word heavy and slow. "You're mine. My Anu. Nothing... absolutely nothing can make you impure. He touched you?" His voice dropped to a dangerous whisper. "I will destroy him for even breathing near you, but you..." He placed his hand on her cheek, slowly, giving her enough time to move away if she wanted. She didn't. She just stood there, broken, trembling. "...you don't ever scratch yourself like this again. If you feel anything on your skin... let me remove it. Not you."

 "Look at me, Anu. You are not dirty. You are pure. You are mine."He claimed her mouth then, not with the ferocity he felt, but with a breathtaking tenderness. It was a kiss of worship, of healing. His lips moved over hers, soft and slow, wiping away the memory of another's touch. His hands roamed her body, but they were reverent, tracing the curve of her hips, the line of her spine, reclaiming every inch of her as his own sacred territory.

 The water continued to fall, a cleansing rain, as he deepened the kiss, pouring all of his love and devotion into it.

Anu responded, her arms winding around his neck, her body pressing against his. The sobs subsided, replaced by a soft sigh. She needed this. She needed him to erase the violation, to replace the filth with his pure, overwhelming presence. The kiss slowly transformed, the softness giving way to a simmering heat. Vedansh's hands became more insistent, his grip on her waist tightening. The need to possess her, to cement his claim in the most primal way, became a driving force.He pulled back slightly, his chest heaving. "I'm going to fuck you now, Anu," he stated, his voice a low, rough command. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you forget your own name, so all you can remember is mine."

A shiver of pure lust ran through her. This was the Vedansh she craved, the one who took control, who anchored her with his raw power. "Yes," she breathed, her eyes dark with desire. "Please."

In one swift motion, he spun her around, pressing her against the cool, wet tiles of the shower wall. He ripped her wet clothes from her body, the fabric tearing easily in his powerful grip. His own clothes followed, discarded in a heap. He moved her legs apart with his knee, positioning himself behind her. There was more gentleness, also a desperate, consuming need.

He thrust into her in one hard, deep stroke, burying himself to the hilt. Anu cried out, a sound of pain and immense pleasure. He didn't give her time to adjust, setting a brutal, punishing rhythm. Each thrust was a declaration, a violent act of erasure. He was fucking away the memory of vaishnav's hands, replacing the ghost of that unwanted touch with the overwhelming reality of his own possession.

His hand snaked around to find her clit, his fingers working her with the same ferocity as his hips. "Who do you belong to?" he gritted out, his voice harsh with exertion."You!" she screamed, her body arching back against him. "I belong to you, bava!"

"Say my name," he demanded, his thrusts becoming even harder, driving into her with an almost savage intensity.

"Vedansh! Vedansh! VEDANSH! ahhh" The name became a mantra, a prayer on her lips as he drove her closer and closer to the edge.

He could feel her tightening around him, her muscles clenching as her orgasm built. With a final, powerful thrust that sent her crashing over the edge, he followed her, spilling himself deep inside her with a guttural roar. They stayed like that for a long moment, bodies locked together, the water washing over them as they both struggled to catch their breath.Slowly, carefully, he pulled out and turned her back to face him. He cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs stroking her cheeks. The ferocity in his eyes was gone, replaced by a deep, unwavering tenderness. He kissed her softly, a gentle press of lips that was a stark contrast to the raw fucking that had just occurred."He's gone, Ammu," he whispered against her lips. "It's just you and me. Always."And in his arms, under the warm spray of the shower, she finally felt clean.

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Rahul climbed into Nidhi's room through the window the way he always did when his heart was too full to stay away. The moment he slipped inside, he froze for a second—Nidhi was sitting on her bed with her hair open, eyes swollen slightly from crying earlier. She turned at the sound, shocked for a heartbeat, and then instantly rushed into him. 

"bava!" she whispered, hugging him tightly. He wrapped his arms around her instinctively, pulling her close like she was the only warmth he needed in that cold moment.

She cupped his shoulders, breath still shaky. "Anu vadina ela undi?" she asked softly, looking up at him with worry.

"How is anu vadina(sister in law)"

 Rahul kissed the side of her head, his voice low. "She is fine.... But somewhere..." 

His throat tightened, and he held her even closer, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "Somewhere I feel jealous... because she is more comfortable with Vedansh than me." He let out a shaky breath and snuggled more into her neck like a little boy needing comfort.

Nidhi smiled softly, her fingers sliding into his hair. "Of course she is... you were out of the station all the time, na? That time only annayya and Anu vadina were the same age... and you know how protective annayya is. So naturally she got more attached to him." She spoke gently, as if choosing words that wouldn't hurt him.

Rahul didn't respond for a moment. His breath stilled, and when he finally pulled back, Nidhi saw a small tear trailing down his cheek. "Sometimes..." he whispered, voice breaking, "sometimes I feel like a failure... for not being there for my little sister. When she needed me the most... I wasn't around." His voice cracked, and he tried to wipe his tear quickly but Nidhi caught his hand.

"Hey..." she whispered, cupping his face with both hands, forcing him to look at her. "You were ALWAYS there. Today also... you only saved her, right? You are not a failure, Rahul. You are the reason she is safe tonight. Don't ever feel like that." She wiped his cheek with her thumb and kissed his forehead slowly.

That single moment shattered whatever walls he had left. He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her so tight she could barely breathe, burying his face in her neck, breathing in her scent like it was grounding him. His voice lowered, becoming softer and more vulnerable. 

She smiled at his childlike tone and caressed the back of his head. "Bava... can I ask something?" she whispered.

"Haa... cheppu," he said, still clinging to her like she was his anchor.

"You said you don't have feelings for me then..." she started cautiously, eyes lowering. "Then —"

But before she completed the sentence, Rahul pulled back suddenly, holding her face in both hands. "I was a coward," he said, his voice raw, honest, trembling slightly. "I thought you were young... I thought maybe you were joking... I thought I might ruin everything if I told you the truth. So I covered my feelings. Buried them. Lied to you... lied to myself."

Nidhi blinked, shocked at the intensity in his eyes.

Rahul continued, his voice softer now, almost breaking. "That day... when you were unconscious because of the cold... I couldn't breathe. I sat beside you the whole night thinking if something happens to you, I—" His voice cracked. "Even then I didn't realise it fully. But today..." He swallowed hard. "Today when you went near Vaishnav... when I saw you in danger... when I thought he could hurt you... something inside me snapped. I felt like someone was tearing my heart out."

His voice deepened with emotion as he leaned closer. "I realised it then... I can't ignore you anymore. I can't pretend anymore."

He pulled her into him, their breaths mingling, his thumb brushing her trembling lower lip. "I love you, Nidhi," he whispered, each word heavy with everything he had suppressed for years. "I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, BANGARAM. More than I ever understood. More than I can explain."

Before she could react, he leaned in and kissed her cheek—and not a soft kiss. A desperate one. A trembling, emotional, possessive kiss filled with all the fear and love he had held back. Nidhi's eyes closed instantly, her fingers gripping his shirt.

He pulled back just slightly, his lips brushing her skin as he whispered, "I can't stay away from you. Not anymore."

And then, unable to stop himself, he bit her cheek softly—just enough to make her gasp and clutch him tighter—his breath hot against her ear. "You're mine, Nidhi..." he murmured, voice low, filled with raw emotion. "And I'm yours... whether you say it or not."

Her breath hitched, her face flushing, her heart pounding against his chest. She hugged him tightly, melting into his hold as if she had been waiting for this moment for years.

Rahul stayed quiet for a moment, just looking at her flushed face. Without saying a word, he gently tugged her wrist and pulled her onto his lap. Nidhi gasped softly as she settled there, her knees on either side of him, her palms pressed against his chest for balance. He held her by the waist, steadying her, his touch warm and protective rather than demanding.

She lowered her eyes shyly, but Rahul leaned forward, brushing his nose against her cheek. "Idi chaalu,(this is enough)" he whispered, voice soft but filled with emotion. "Just stay like this... forever."

Nidhi relaxed slowly, leaning her forehead against his shoulder. Rahul exhaled deeply, wrapping both arms around her and pulling her fully into his chest. She fit there so perfectly, almost like she was made to be held by him.

"Don't move," he murmured, tightening his arms around her just a little more.

She hummed softly, curling closer as his warmth slowly calmed every fear inside her. Rahul lowered his head, gently kissing the top of her hair — a slow, lingering kiss that said everything he didn't speak out loud.

"Bava..." she whispered.

"Hmmm?" he replied softly, rubbing her back with slow strokes.

"You're holding me like I'll disappear..."

He let out a tired breath. "Because that's my biggest fear..." he whispered. "But not tonight. Tonight you're here... with me."

Nidhi didn't reply. She simply wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him tighter. Rahul smiled faintly, shifted slightly on the bed, and pulled her fully into his arms, lying down with her still on his chest. She snuggled closer, her face resting over his heartbeat.

Within minutes, her breath softened.

"Sleep..." he whispered, stroking her hair. "I'm not going anywhere."

And he didn't. With one arm under her and the other securely around her waist, Rahul held Nidhi close — warm, safe, loved — until both of them drifted into a quiet, peaceful sleep wrapped in each other.

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