Red Aint The Colour Of Love.

CH 7?

Luvaric had started to speak in whispers, due to their close proximity, she was able to catch the word 'whistleblowing' and someone named 'Lackean' , with everyone tending to their respective priorities at the moment, she stumbled down from her chair and supported herself with the help of the bar countertop. There was a soft upbeat music that was booming on the speaker , some people dancing to it , swaying to it , just giving into the intoxication and rhythm. At that moment she was letting the realization hit her , she was good at adapting to strangers, dancing between them as she did now, she was good at taking shelter, making friends and even marrying a stranger. She laughed, in real-time, choking up on her saliva as she looked up at the glittering ceiling, she was laughing at her fucked up fate. The high everything good and miserable was making her feel as she swayed with the beat was obstructed as someone placed their hands on her waist making her lose balance and bump into their chest, "The fuck?" she snapped, the string has been broken, she was falling steady fast from the high she had reached. The time ticked, the hard muscles on her back making her calculate how much power in her kick must be there to make that person regret touching her. 

"Honey, if you are here to have some fun, might as well tend to me a bit?" he asked while sneaking his hands up to touch her face. The comprehension, the calculation, and the craze fell into place. 

"Ouch!" he screamed, falling to the ground on his knees. She had calculated the perfect kick for him and had landed one. She was going to walk away, knowing the blunder Osvane would create when he reached and grabbed her hand making him gain another kick, this time there was no calculation and she had hoped that it would break his ribs if not damage his internal organs. She stood there appreciating her work of art, him withering in pain. Swearing he stood up minutes later holding his chest in one hand and his crotch in another. The rush she felt, the anger of months, undeserving punishments she had been receiving, now had a punching bag to be exhausted on, she was Cavana at that moment, who knew no control, who didn't think of consequences, a smirk on her face, he was fate incarnate to her at the moment. 

"Fuck-" she shrieked, she had not expected that. He punched her face, busting her lips, it stung to the point she couldn't help but wince. She wiped her mouth as something tickled down her lips and chin, ready to throw her hands, the unexpected blow had hit not only her nose but also her pride. She turned towards him, her hands in position for a punch yet she was obstructed by someone's back, his broad shoulders covered in a blue fabric, barricading her from the heinous man. For the first time when she stopped to look around, a crowd had formed surrounding them, phones in their hands, taking pictures, making videos as the clicking sound became louder than the music on the speaker. Osvane had a harrowing frown on his forehead while Luvaric looked amused by everything that was happening. 

She looked in front of her to find a bleeding man on his knees. His hands, on his knees. 

"Apologize! " She heard a dictatorial voice say from her side.

It took her a while to realize that by the time she was taking in my surroundings, Hyrt had already managed to make that man fall on his knees, she could see the dark blood trickling down from his busted lips down to his chin. She strode away, 'it hurts' she winced, her bloody nose, the bloody sight, and her hand that she had used to wipe her nose, it was endearing to even imagine that she would have to wash the dried-off blood off her skin. 

"Hyrt can you take care of Glasle, we got an important call." Osvane smiled at Hyrt as they hurried behind her. "And Miss Fiacia isn't home. Glasle, I will talk about it later, at home!" Osvane left with a frown in between his brows, she already knew since the first kick, the foreboding punishment that was awaiting her, almost as if they were luring her into their cave as they licked their swords sharp. 

"Stop pouting !" Hyrt chuckled. 

She turned surprisingly, that was the first thing he had ever said to her. "Thank you for what you did there, I had lost it for a while", she said turning towards him "But at the same time, it was not the right thing to do, for a person like you, Hyrt. Hitting someone, you know better than me what the tabloids, newspapers, and social media posts will be like for the next few days. It might all be a play, he might have approached me knowing who I was to cause this ruckus and make some earning out of it...and.." 

"And you need to be treated first". Hyrt mentioned, leading her up to his car. She followed him without any resistance. "I , Osvane, and Luvaric will look into it, you don't have to be anxious about it Glasle. You did well." He smiled down at her as he let her into his car. The foreignness of his name on her lips and her name in his voice, the words 'you did well', the entirety of it was something new, something uncomfortable, almost as if signs of warnings that must not be missed, but often done so intentionally, out of sheer need the ultimate gateway to the snake pit. 

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Author Note - Finally this chapter is done. Don't forget to vote and comment guys I had to stay up late , after giving an exam this afternoon. I need to rest ASAP. Have fun , have a good day , drink lots of water and also take rest.