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His breathing was ragged; beads of sweat running down his abs. He ran his slender fingers through his hair as he went to take his water bottle. He brought the bottle to his bow shaped lips, the cool water refreshed him. Little drops ran down his chin, to his chest and down bellow to the forbidden place. Well...it wasn't exactly forbidden. He returned back to the centre of the room when his breathing had calmed and his body had cooled. He stretched his right arm to his side, flexing his muscles. His left arm was lifted above his head, as he bent his left leg. He swiftly changed his position to a defence pose. His moves became fiercer, as he thought about the girl. The one who dared to defame a Khurana, the one who dared to affront a Khurana. He rapidly kicked the air. He drew his limbs close to himself before speedily changing them once again. He lifted himself in the air, crashing down to ground once more.

He grabbed the Nunchaku; an okinawan weapen consisting two wooden sticks, with a solid chain connecting the poles. He swung the nunchaku, first slowly, gradually building up his pace.

A doorbell interrupted his angry session; he wiped his well toned body with a towel as he headed upstairs to the main door.

"Dev Khurana is under arrest"

****past***

I saw her standing by the window, vacantly looking at the tiny drops hitting the window. The sky was dark, but not as dark as our life. I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist before kissing her shoulder. "Mom, I know you've been through a lot. We've been through a lot. But I promise we'll get through it. A storm never lasts. I swear I'll walk with you every step of the way, and I'll get rid of the stones and thorns on the path. I won't let them prick you mom, never." She turned back and held me tightly. Her tears ruthlessly flowing out from the worn out, blood shot eyes. She drew comfort from me, as I did from her. She buried her head in the crook of my neck. We were each others sanctuary, a haven from the pitiless world.

My father had been let go when they found who he was. When they found out he was one of the wealthiest business men not in Sydney but in Oceania. The police men were corrupted, greedy for money. He bribed them with a few grand's and they let him go without a word. And he returned.

He was merciless. Tears and blood were shed. Furniture was broken. Windows were smashed. And hearts were shattered. I could hear the sound of leather on skin and then continuous thumping. I covered my ears, blocking out the harsh realities.

****present****

He yelled profanities to the receptionist, demanding to see his younger brother. When they finally relented he rushed to the cell. Dev was pacing the confined area, messaging his temples. When he saw his brother he sighed in relief "Thank God you're here bro, get me out of this f*****g place. The bi**h who slapped me filed a case." Maan was enraged, first she dared to insult a Khurana and now she got his younger brother arrested. His hands balled into fists, his nails digging into his flesh. His veins and biceps were bulging from the strain. Fire burned in his iris, and he felt his body heating up. He clenched his teeth together; he looked up to his younger brother, as he muttered in a low, deathly whisper. "I'll get revenge" and with that he left, without listening to Dev's request to get him out.

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So what'cha think? Any guesses what Maan's plan is?