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Cynthia's POV

"You are hurting me...please, let go off me" I added as I felt his nails piercing into my skin.

"Let her go..." A deep, familiar voice boomed into the silence of these dense woods.

"Now!"

I froze on my spot as I recognised who's voice it was...I could recognize that voice from thousands...it was him...it was Damien.

Ishaan looked up at the source of the voice, who was Damien, but I just stood there with my back facing him, for some reason I couldn't bring myself to look up at him.

Yes, a few minutes ago I was dying to see him, but now when I knew that he was standing right behind me, I just couldn't look at him...maybe it was because I was mad at him...mad at him for not feeling the same way as I do for him.

Why was he even here?

What was he even doing here in the first place?

Why was he trying to save me? When he couldn't even stand the sight for me...when he hated me so much.

Why?

"Why are you here? Damien" I mumbled to myself while shutting my eyes close.

"What? What did you say?" Ishaan asked sarcastically. God! He was way too drunk, he couldn't even stand properly.

"I said let her go, right now..." Damien replied firmly.

"Before I rip that hand off your body that's hurting her" He continued as I felt Ishaan's grip on my arm loosening up a bit before he tightened it again in the next moment as I opened my eyes.

Ishaan was scared shitless, I could sense it by his body posture, heck even I felt chills running down my spine when I heard what Damien just said.

"Stop trying to be the hero, Damien, and just go...find a corner to be alone somewhere" Ishaan said mockingly before harshly jerking me around by my arm so now I was facing Damien but I kept looking down as I didn't want to look up at him, I didn't want him to see me as a weak, crying girl, I didn't want him to see me this vulnerable.

Ishaan purposely tightened his grip on my arm even more, most probably to throw it in Damien's face that he was hurting me and he couldn't do anything about it while I bit my lower lip in pain and also to suppress the painful groan that was trying to escape my mouth.

"Ah!" I could no longer hold back the pain and a painful groan managed escape my lips and in the next fleeting moment, I don't know how but Ishaan's hand was harshly ripped off my arm and I couldn't help but sigh in relief.

And that was also the moment when I finally looked up, only to see that Damien had Ishaan's fingers interlocked with his and he was brutally twisting them backwards and I'm also sure that I heard the sound of the bones in his fingers breaking.

I shut my eyes close as I couldn't bare to look at the way Ishaan was screaming in pain. Yes, I know he was trying to moleste me not even minutes ago but yet I couldn't stand looking at the sight that was unfolding before me.

I jerked my eyes open as I snapped out of my trance realizing that I must stop Damien before he does something that cannot be reversed and I know that I don't know him much, but by the murderous look on his face and the rage in his eyes I could tell that he was capable of doing much more than just breaking his fingers.

"Damien, stop" I said, my voice barely audible even to my ears.

I took a deep breath, trying to calm myself before speaking again.

"Damien, please stop, you have already broken his fingers" I said and I guess this time my voice was audible enough but yet that didn't seem to have any affect on him.

"Stop it, please" I pleaded and he did let go off his hand which made me sigh in relief but my relief was short-lived as he grabbed Ishaan's collar by his left hand and balled his right fist before throwing a punch right at Ishaan's face.

I gasped in absolute shock as I watched Ishaan losing his conscious as his nose started bleeding but that didn't seem enough to please Damien and he threw another punch at an already unconscious Ishaan. His body only seemed to be standing it's ground because Damien was still holding him by his collar.

My heart raced and I gulped nervously while wiping the sweat off my forehead as the sight before me scared me even more than what Ishaan was trying to do did.

Oh God! Was he dead?

"Damien! Just let go off him!" I yelled snapping out of my shock when I noticed that he was just about to throw another punch at him again and thankfully this time he did stop, with his balled fist still hanging in the air.

"Now!" I added and he instantly let his collar go and as an obvious result his body fell limb on the ground, with a thud.

For the next minute or so we just stood there in silence, while Damien just glared down at his unconscious figure, I was shocked, not knowing what to do further.

A moment later I managed to pull myself out of the trance and rushed towards Ishaan's body that seemed to be lifeless. I kneeled next to him.

"Jesus Christ!" I mumbled with a gasp as I took a close look at his face, his nose wasn't just bleeding but also seemed to be broken.

God! What have you done? Damien!

"Oh my God! Is he? Is he dead?" I questioned to nobody in particular before glancing up at Damien.

"No, he's not...yet" He replied through his gritted teeth. God! He was still furious at him, doesn't he feel any remorse?

"Don't you feel any remorse?" I asked in disbelief.

"No" He gave a short and simple reply.

"And neither should you...after what he was trying to do to you" He added while folding his hand over his chest causally as if he hasn't just knocked another human out.

"Yes, I know what he was trying to do wasn't just wrong, it was hideous..." I paused.

"But I obviously don't want him to die" I continued over the top of my voice.

"I just hope he is alive" I mumbled before stretching my hand towards his nose and checking if he was still breathing.

"He's alive" I said in relief while looking back at Damien as he just rolled his eyes at me, making me frown.

"Well, obviously he is, nobody dies with a few punches" He replied in a bored tone as if he wasn't at all pleased to know that Ishaan was still breathing.

"Are you kidding me? Damien" I said in absolute disbelief.

"You punched him once, just once! And he lost his conscious, what more do you want?" I snapped at him.

"Well, it's not my fault now, is it? That he's as fragile and sensitive as a flower, who couldn't even take a punch as a man" He barked back.

"And what did you say?" He questioned while taking a step forward as I gulped nervously.

"What more do I want?" He added.

"Well, let me remind you, Miss. Cynthia Miller, that not even minutes ago he was trying to moleste you..." He paused.

"So what I actually wanted was to rip those hands off his body by which he dared to fucking touch you" He continued while tucking his hands into his pockets as I just stared at him, speechless as my stupid, silly heart skipped a beat.

I just didn't know what to say anymore. I was at a loss of words.

Why was he acting as if he cared about me? As if he was concerned about my safety? As if Ishaan trying to moleste me burned him from within? Why was he so furious at Ishaan?

I know somewhere deep down he is a good human and what he did for me, he would have done the same for any other girl in my place...I know he would have saved any other girl in my place.

But the question is, would he have been this furious then too? Would he have wanted to rip Ishaan's arms off his body then too? Would he have wanted to kill him then too? Or maybe...just maybe, he is this furious because...it's me?

Or maybe I am just giving way too much importance to myself...maybe I am just rising my hopes too far up and he would have reacted the same way if there was any other girl in my place.

"And what I still want is...to kill him" Damien's voice snapped me out of my thoughts.

I glared at him before speaking.

"What kinda animal are you?" I spat the question.

"The one who knows how to respect women" He replied instantly as if my words had no affect on him.

I just shook my head at him before getting on my feet and deciding to find a way out.

I just couldn't stand the sight of him anymore, I know I shouldn't be feeling this way for him because after all he actually saved me today and trust me I am thankful to him but...

But the way he acted tonight...the way he was talking about how he wanted to kill Ishaan for touching me, has just magnified my feelings for him...the feelings that I was already trying to run away from...the feelings that I was planning to suppress have now been magnified and I just don't know what to do about them...maybe that is why I'm so mad at him.

Ugh! I'm so freaking frustrated right now.

"Cynthia!" I heard him calling out for me and hearing my name rolling off his tongue made my stupid heart flip once again.

"Cynthia!" I heard his voice again but instead of stopping and hearing him out like any sane person would have, I just kept walking away but a few seconds later I felt him getting closer.

"Enough" I heard him mumble as he grabbed my wrist, stopping me.

"Cynthia. We need to talk" He said as I let out a heavy sigh before turning around to face him but what I didn't realize was that he was standing so close to me that I collided against his chest.

"What now?" I snapped without caring to move away from him and to my surprise he wasn't even fazed by our sudden closeness.

"Why the fuck are you so mad at me?" He asked.

"For trying to protect you from that bastard?" He added, confused as I looked up at him, my eyes brimmed with tears.

What do I tell him now? That I'm mad at him because I have grown feelings for him? How do I explain that I'm not just mad at him but everybody and everything now a days because I'm aware that he'll never feel what I have started feeling for him.

"Goddammit! Cynthia! If I hadn't been there on time then..." He trailed off shutting his eyes close as if he couldn't even continue that sentence.

"Why did you save me tonight? Damien. Why didn't you just walk by? As if you hadn't seen anything. I didn't ask you to be my 'Knight in shining armour..." I said.

"Just walk by...? Have you completely lost it? Cynthia. Do you even realize what you are saying?" He replied in disbelief, interrupting me, as I just stared at him for the next minute or so before speaking.

"I cannot tell you" I replied honestly, in a low voice while looking into his eyes as he seemed to be confused.

"What?" He asked, blinking.

"I cannot tell you why I am mad at you" I replied.

"Why?" He asked softly.

"I just can't" I whispered a reply before breaking down into tears as suddenly everything that happened tonight started taking an emotional toll on me.

"Cynthia..." He mumbled softly and I could tell that he just knew what I was going through right now.

"What do you want? Damien" I asked a moment later, helplessly while looking at him through my blurred vision.

"I want to know if you are okay" He replied softly before placing a hand on the side of my head and caressing my hair. I could sense the hesitance in his actions.

"I'm fine, thank you" I sniffled while giving him a formal answer.

"Are you really?" He asked as if he knew I was lying, as if he could sense what was going on inside me.

I just nodded my head vigorously while wiping off my tears and looking anywhere else but him. I didn't want to break down in front of him, I didn't want to look vulnerable in front of him but what I also knew was that just one look at him right now and I was going to break down...I know my 'strong girl' walls would come crushing down.

"Cynthia..." He called out softly as if even a slight higher notch in his voice might hurt me, before placing his other hand on the other side of my head and making me look at him.

"Are you really okay? Did he hurt you? Did he touch you?" He asked and that was the moment I broke down, my lips quivered and the tears that I was desperately trying to hold back, started flowing down my cheeks.

"No...I'm not" I mumbled while biting my lower lip to hold myself back from sobbing while shaking my head.

"H-he tried to touch me and he was going to..." I trailed off, crying.

"Shh. Shh. It's okay, I know, I know. I get it" He said soothingly, caressing my hair while slightly nodding his head as I looked at him once through my blurred vision and the next moment I did something without even thinking twice, I did something that I knew I shouldn't have, I did something that I knew was the beginning of something else...I followed my heart, I did what my heart asked me to do.

I slowly inched closer to him and wrapped my arms around his torso while resting my head on his chest.

And just like that...with such step that may have seemed quite causal and small to many, I felt safe.

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