Forced to Marry a Cruel Young Master

Chapter 22: The Rescue of Mahesa

Isvara cried out hysterically when she heard the sound of falling objects, in a dark warehouse anything could appear according to her estimation.

He swallowed the saliva heavily, as sweat trickled down his temple, trembling violently.

This warehouse only had small windows as air holes. He can't escape from any side.

"Please, whoever help me!" His screams.

Outside the Gerald men heard Isvara's heartbreaking screams, they looked at each other with Sendu's gaze.

"Pity, shall we save it?"

"Husst, don't you just want to die in the hands of the master?"

"But pity, hear that scream? It's too bad."

They all nodded slowly. There's nothing they can do. They are powerless.

Isvara in the barn was like a motionless mummy, stiffened with fear of the increasingly agonizing darkness.

He seemed to be numb with everything, his muscles of the body like they were no longer functioning.

His heart was beating very fast and was getting weaker.

Is he going to die? Of course, he expected death.

But what about his father? Ah, look at your poor daughter. Who would slowly die by the darkness that was pouncing on him.

Forgive your daughter's father, forgive her if she ever became a wayward child. Forgive your daughter who has not been able to make you happy.

But one thing is certain, father, your daughter loves you more than anything in the world.

May you always be happy after his departure.

Isvara's tears were already dripping, her eyes were puffy with a fluffy smile. He'll be here until his death to pick him up.

He only wished for the rest of his life that he was here for her. But that won't be possible.

Have you ever heard of the death of someone caused by a phobia in his suffering? Perhaps that will be the cause of his death as well.

It's okay, Isvara's heart is sincere.

Isvara's consciousness slowly decreased, as if he could feel nothing more.

But a small whisper was right in her ear, startling Isvara, as if pulling Isvara back from her consciousness. He opened his eyes, familiar with the sound.

"Isvara, you're inside, Isvara ... "

With tears streaming down the river, Isvara stuck her ear to the door of the barn, to hear the voice.

"Mahesa, help me Mahesa." His back sounds heartbreaking.

"It's okay, don't cry, I'm here for you," Mahesa said softly withholding her voice shakes to sound normal. He felt claustrophobic to see this important woman in his life suffer.

As if God had never allowed him to rest from his suffering?

But it's okay, Mahesa will always be here, be nearby.

Outside Mahesa slowly crawled peeking out from behind the wall, looking at the number of Gerald's men standing guard.

"There are about 10 people, I can finish them off" he murmured.

But Mahesa realized he did not make any preparations, because of his concern for Isvara he immediately came here without carrying weapons to protect himself.

But of course it is not a problem, even with bare hands he was brave.

"God! Who're you?" The bodyguards of Gerald were shocked to see Mahesa coming with a beam in her hand.

Mahesa began to launch the action, he attacked one by one of them. One against ten, Mahesa confronts him to save Isvara.

Mahesa was already unconcerned about her safety, the most important thing was that Isvara could get out of here.

Armed with the martial arts that he had learned so far, Mahesa had a good defense to attack the bandids.

Sreth! One of them slashed Mahesa's left arm. He was in pain, but time would not wait.

With all his might, he was finally able to win over the ten men. One by one they were helpless.

The key to the warehouse finally met at one of them. Mahesa with a hunting breath as in the pursuit of time stood at the door of the warehouse and opened the lock with the key.

The sound of the door hinges open, through the incoming moonlight, Mahesa could see more clearly Isvara's face that held back fear.

Mahesa smiled with my eyes, spread out her hands, and Isvara ran straight over and hugged her.

Mahesa stepped back almost losing her balance as Isvara rammed into their bodies, Isvara sobbing on the man's shoulders.

Isvara cried not because he was finally free, but he cried because he saw the battered Mahesa. In order to save himself.

As soon as the haru shrouded, Mahesa with a blue bruise in her eyes still forced a smile, the man took a deep breath. Then rub Isvara's head with a pity.

"It's okay, I told you, I'll always protect you." whispered the man.

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Gerald turns out to be late, in fact, Mahesa is already there, to save Isvara.

Instantly his blood was like boiling to see the scene embrace the two men.But Gerald this time did nothing.

He would not come in a moment of anger and pull Isvara's arm. Gerald already knew his mistake was fatal this time.

But why does it feel to be upset?

In fact Gerald did want to save Isvara, he grimaced when he knew Isvara must be afraid of the darkness, he regretted But it's all gone.

There was already Mahesa there, who saved him.Gerald was happy and relieved.

At least Isvara is safe even though he is not the one who is in the position of Mahesa.

Gerald slowly retreated from there, carrying the jacket he had prepared for Isvara and driving forward.

Isvara let go of her embrace of Mahesa, with reddened eyes, Isvara worriedly cupped Mahesa's face with both hands.

"Your wound is bruised, I'll compress it later." in the look on Mahesa's face.

Mahesa smiled, she felt happy, there were subtle boos that appeared when she saw Isvara so worried about her.

The conscious Isvara, instantly withdrew her hand. "I'm sorry, I'm just worried" he said, feeling presumptuous to have touched Mahesa's face.

"No problem, I'm glad you're worried about me."

Isvara looked down in embarrassment, and his eyes were accidentally drawn to the blood dripping to the ground.

In Mahesa's eyes, he examined and found an incision wound in the man's left arm.

Isvara immediately screamed. "Jeez, your wound!"

"It's okay, I can clean it up later."

Isvara shook her head with a frown. "No way, the blood keeps coming out."

Isvara seemed to make sense, as soon as the idea appeared, Isvara tore the tip of his shirt to make a loud ripping sound.

Mahesh watched him, with the tear of his shirt, Isvara covered Mahesa's incision like a bandage.

He rolled Mahesa's wound and then tied it not too tight so as not to block the blood vessels.

"You're very skilled at taking care of people."

Mahesa looked at him with a deep gaze, which made Isvara feel wrong.

"I've been with PMR when SMP first," he said with blushing cheeks.

"Worrying," said Mahesa.

Isvara's done twisting the bandages. "At least this can stop the bleeding."

Isvara then looked up bravely to Mahesa's eyes. "Thank you, thank you again for saving me" he said with a sincere smile.

Mahesa smiled back, then took a side of Isvara's hand and held it gently.

"Come, we're back home."

Isvara nodded.