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Before I could do that, I heard a grunt and the man holding the knife to Diya’s throat staggered back, holding his nose. Diya had slammed the back of her head into his face.
I turned my rifle around and shot him before he could recover.
“Diya, run,” I yelled as chaos erupted in the courtyard and a bunch of thugs launched themselves at me, dragging my weapons away. I fought my way through them, punching and kicking them out of the way until I reached the spot where Diya was standing. I grabbed her by the arm and pushed her towards the hole in the wall.
“Keep going,” I ordered, as one guy came at me with a sword.
Diya yelled a warning and I ducked just in time.
“I’m not leaving you here,” she said fiercely, jumping out of the way as another guy swung a lathi at her.
I pulled him forward by the stick and head-slammed him, ignoring the sharp pain in my forehead.
“Get out of here,” I growled. “I’ll be fine.”
I followed this up by drop-kicking another guy in the abdomen, but she shook her head stubbornly before I pushed her behind a pillar to avoid getting a punch in the face.
“Go, Diya! I can’t focus on these guys if I have to keep you safe at the same time. Get out now so that I can end this drama,” I ordered again, and she backed away slowly.
A bullet flew past my ear and I froze at the sight of Alka Goel aiming my own assault rifle at me. I turned to look for Diya, but I couldn’t see her anywhere.
“I’ll take over the ending, if you don’t mind. I’ll take you out first and then kill your wife. Slowly. Painfully,” she said with relish, hooking her finger around the trigger. “Where the hell is that little bitch?”
“Right here,” said Diya hoarsely, just before she stuck a small knife into the side of Alka Goel’s neck. Hard. With all the force of her anger and grief behind the movement. And then, she pulled the blade out. Blood spurted out of Alka’s neck and the rifle dropped from her hand as she collapsed to the ground.
It was as if her death pulled the stuffing out of her men. They ran into the house, calling for Ayush’s father. I grabbed Diya’s hand and dragged her out of there to my car which was waiting for us down the road. Kirit Singh rushed to open the door and I threw Diya into the backseat.
“Send your men in to clean up the mess, Kirit. And make sure the remaining Goels get the point. If they hadn’t messed with us, Alka Goel would still be alive. If they want to take this further, tell them I will show no more mercy. If they want a war, I’ll give them one,” I said fiercely.
He nodded to show that he understood, and we drove away.
Diya stared out of the window silently.
I cleared my throat roughly before I spoke.
“I know you want to leave right away but it might be wiser to stay for a while until we know that the Goels are off our back.”
She still didn’t say anything. Her silence was unbearable, and I was relieved when we reached the palace. We were both covered in blood and Isha’s eyes widened in horror when she saw us getting out of the car.
“What the hell have you guys been up to? Go straight to your room before Ma sees you,” she scolded after she made sure neither of us was badly hurt.
I ran up the stairs and Diya followed slowly. Luckily, Ma and Dadi Sa were in their rooms and didn’t come out.
We washed up silently and I stared at her in the mirror, but she didn’t meet my eyes. I wished she’d say something. Anything.
“You need to go for therapy after this. Promise me, Diya,” I said, because she looked like she was in shell shock.
She had killed another person. Again in self-defence. But murder was murder.
“And what about jail? Won’t I go to jail?”
“No! They brought this on themselves. Trust me, Diya. The Goels will not involve the police in this. By tomorrow, they will have cremated Alka Goel with a death certificate that says she died peacefully in her sleep. What they will do after that is anyone’s guess,” I said wearily.
She walked to the door without replying.
“And don’t worry about the divorce. I won’t contest it,” I added.
“I’m not going anywhere,” she said, taking the wind out of my sails.
