Fear came anyway.
One night, Khushi took a shortcut she shouldn't have. Three men blocked her path. Their intentions were clear.
Before she could scream - A blur of movement. A punch. A fall. Another.
Within seconds... silence.
And then -
Him.
Rudra stepped forward, calm, controlled, untouched.
"Who are you?" she asked, her voice shaking.
His eyes softened for a fraction of a second.
"Someone who doesn't let anything happen to you."
That answer didn't comfort her.
It terrified her.