Page 23 of A Royal Redemption


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It was Dheer!

He had some kind of huge weapon on his shoulder. Was that… a rocket launcher? I could not believe my eyes! Where did he even find such a thing? And what the hell was he doing acting like he knew his way around it? It could take his head off if it went off by mistake.

Maybe it wasn’t loaded. For the sake of his stupid head, I hoped it wasn’t. But Ayush’s men seemed to think it was loaded because they turned tail and ran as he strode up to stand in front of Dhanno. They left their mangled Jeeps in the middle of the road and just ran away.

I let out a slow breath and felt as if I had aged twenty years in the past twenty minutes. After the men vanished into one of the little bylanes of Trikhera, Dheer turned around and glared at me. He marched up to the driver’s side and pulled the door open.

“Get out,” he bit out angrily.

“Is that thing loaded?” I asked warily.

He went red in the face and I wondered if he was about to have a stroke. Really, he needed to work on his anger issues before they killed him.

“Of course, it’s loaded,” he snapped.

“Are you mad? You can’t wave that thing around in public. What if it goes off by accident?”

“Get out of my car,” he roared in reply, and I jumped in my seat.

“Fine,” I replied icily, giving the steering wheel a little pat before I stepped out of the car with as much dignity as I could muster. She might have been useless in a fight, but Dhanno had got me out of the palace, and for that, I’d always be grateful.

“Thank you for your help, Dheer. I’ll just call a cab to take me home,” I said because I could hardly expect him to drop me all the way to Jadhwal.

Dheer set the rocket launcher down with a thump and bent to stare me in the eye.

“Did you hurt your head when you crashed my car?” he asked politely.

“No. I just want to get home as soon as I can. In case you haven’t noticed, I’m not safe in your city,” I explained coldly.

“I have noticed, but I was wondering if that little detail had slipped your tiny little mind!”

“Stop roaring at me,” I said firmly. “And also, stop insulting me or I’ll punch you in the throat.”

“You can try,” he snorted. “Wake up and smell the coffee, sweetheart. You’re not going anywhere. Ayush isn’t going to give up so easily. I might have chased these guys away for now, but he will send more men after you, and he won’t rest until you’re dead, too.”

“He can’t touch me once I’m home safely,” I argued.

“His men will break into your palace and kill your whole family, and make it look like a suicide pact. Don’t underestimate him,” warned Dheer. “Now, get into the other car quietly and let’s get out of here.”

He nodded to a big black armoured SUV parked behind Dhanno. I wanted to argue with him and find a way to get home, but if he was right about Ayush, I didn’t want to put my family in danger. At the same time, I didn’t want to put Dheer’s family at risk, either.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea, Dheer. Maybe I can hole up in a hotel or something? If he can come after my family, what’s to stop Ayush from coming after yours? I don’t want you guys to get hurt because of me,” I explained.

“Trust me, Diya. Ayush won’t dare to make a move against me,” he replied.

“But why?”

“Because he knows I’ll wipe him off the face of the earth if he even thinks about it,” he said grimly as he set the rocket launcher back on his shoulder.

In that moment, I knew that this man was not the Dheer who had broken my heart nine years ago. This Dheer was dangerous. And he’d do whatever it took to protect what was his.

CHAPTER 8

DHEER

Itook Diya by the arm and dragged her towards the waiting car. The sooner we got into the bulletproof vehicle, the safer we’d be. She came with me unwillingly and I shoved her into the backseat before I went to stow the bazooka safely in the boot of the car.

My men directed the backed-up traffic until it started flowing smoothly again. The cowards had waited in the safety of their vehicles as Ayush’s men had attacked an innocent woman. And now, they sped on their way without a backward glance. I wondered if any of them had recorded the incident on their phones, and whether they’d have the balls to post the videos online. But most of these vehicles were truck drivers who knew not to stick their noses into what didn’t concern them, and the rest were locals who knew how to keep quiet about what happened in their city.

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