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Lying face down on the bed with her body still damp, Orna continues to cry non-stop, burying her face in the pillow! Large five-finger marks are visible on her left cheek! Her hair is disheveled, and her eyes are bloodshot! A terrifying storm is raging inside Orna's mind; she cannot distinguish between right and wrong!
Siddharth caught her today at the Sizzling restaurant with Satwik. Although she couldn't understand at the time how her brother managed to get there, she realized later upon seeing Raju that he must have tipped him off. She feels immense rage toward Raju... Ever since childhood, this guy has tattled on her to her brother. Holding Satwik's hand, Orna was trying to placate his anger—and that bastard Raju had taken a picture of that exact moment and sent it to her brother. That was why her brother had rushed over in such a hurry.
Seeing her brother, the expression on Satwik's face had changed instantly. At first, he was putting on a big show of bravado, but the moment he saw her brother open the restaurant gate and walk in, all the air went out of his confidence. Siddharth's tall, broad, muscular frame was clad in a sweat-soaked blue shirt that clung to his body, making his muscles stand out even more. With the veins on both his arms branching out like a network, Satwik swallowed hard as he glanced at Siddharth's massive fists. A single slap from a hand like that would send a skinny, scrawny guy like him flying straight into a ditch. Satwik realized right then that picking a fight with Siddharth could cost him dearly.
Meanwhile, Orna, accustomed to her brother's behavior since childhood, understood all too well how furious Siddharth was at that moment. His face was somber and cold—exactly like the calm before a storm. Yet just as that calm nature conceals a uniquely terrifying ferocity capable of destroying everything in an instant, Orna unconsciously caught glimpses of that same ferocity hidden behind Siddharth's quiet demeanor!
Sweat dripped down the veins of his temples, the blood vessels on his face and neck were bulging, and the corners of his eyes were bloodshot; anyone looking at him would feel terrified. Siddharth walked straight up, stood in front of Orna, and said:
"Come home, Oru!!"
Orna didn't know what was in her brother's tone, but out of habit, as she went to hold his hand without arguing, Siddharth instead grabbed her wrist tightly and pulled her along. For a second, Orna gasped in slight pain... Siddharth's anger surged even higher when Satwik grabbed Orna's other hand to stop her. Orna's condition turned terrible; she trembled violently out of fear...
Siddharth looked at Satwik with calm eyes for a moment, then looked down at Satwik's hand holding Orna back, and finally stared fixedly at Orna! Seeing that look, Orna tried to pull her hand away from Satwik! But Satwik held on firmly, his jaw set.
"P...please Satwik! Let go!"
"Why should I let go?! Just because he's your brother, I'm not the kind of guy who would fear him and leave your hand!"
A rush of blood surged to Siddharth's face upon hearing Satwik's stubborn words... This time, turning around, he forcefully pulled Orna's hand away from Satwik's grip, wrapped his arm around her waist, and held her close to his side!
"Considering your young age, I am telling you nicely: forget everything that happened with Orna until today. This is the last time you two see or speak to each other, so I am advising you for your own good—don't let me see you around here again!"
"What are you going to do?! This is between me and Orna. Who are you to tell us what we should or shouldn't do? It's not good to stick your nose so much into your sister's personal matters!"
Boom! Satwik's sharp nose bone was no longer intact—it fell victim to the blow of Siddharth's fist. Siddharth had been holding himself back with great effort until now, but Satwik's words pushed his patience over the edge! Holding his broken nose, Satwik slumped onto the floor, groaning in pain. Casting a fiery glare at him, Siddharth dragged Orna away!
"Brother! Brother please, Satwik is hurt, please brother, he needs to be taken to a doctor... ah!"
"If you utter another word, I'll do the exact same thing to you that I did to that punk inside the shop! You were getting way too out of line! What did you think—that you'd secretly romance that scoundrel and I wouldn't even find out? Come home and see what happens now!"
Slap! A sharp slap landed on Orna's left cheek. In an instant, all her words were cut short. People all around were staring at them. A sense of deep hurt enveloped Orna's mind. Ever since childhood, just as her brother had showered her with love, he had disciplined her just as strictly. At times, however, the discipline felt far greater to Orna than the love. Siddharth had raised his hand against her many times! But that was always inside the house; Siddharth had never treated her like this outside. Today's behavior left a deep scar on Orna's heart.
Dragging her along, Siddharth seated Orna on the back of his bike, got on himself, and started the engine. A loud thunder roared across the sky... Shortly after, a heavy downpour began. Siddharth sped the motorcycle through the pouring rain. On any other day, if it rained even a little bit outside, Siddharth would pull over under a shelter with Orna, but today was entirely different. It was as if he couldn't even feel the rain; all sorts of thoughts were invading his mind. In the bike's rearview mirror, Siddharth noticed how Orna sat deathly quiet, but seeing one particular detail made Siddharth quickly hit the brakes.
Taking off his blue shirt, he covered Orna with it. Orna's white kurti was drenched and clinging wet against her skin, revealing her red undergarments underneath in an unsightly way. Hastily getting back on the bike, he started the engine and resumed the journey.
Within a short while, he entered their neighborhood lane with Orna, rode through the house gate, stopped the bike, and dragged Orna inside.
"Oh my goodness! What is this! Hey Babu, why are you taking Oru like that? What happened... listen! Wait, son! Hey, are you listening? Your son has lost his mind—look how he's dragging the girl! Babu, don't hit Oru, she's growing up now...!"
Seeing her daughter being dragged in like this, Arpana Devi tried to stop Siddharth as she spoke. Her words began to fade as Siddharth carried Orna up to the second floor. Pushing Orna into the room, Siddharth fell her onto the floor, took her phone, laptop, and everything else from her, and locked the room door from the outside!
Lying on the bed with her damp body, Orna is crying when the room door opens and Siddharth enters! In his hand is a plate of rice....

To be continued........