“Rohan, I'm good. You don't have to worry. I'm good.” I said as I sat on the chair he had placed for me.

“You have a bandage on your head. You are not walking straight but limping and saying you are good. He would kill me if he sees I'm making you do any work, and I'm scared he has already threatened me with my life.” I looked at Rohan with concern for his mental health because bhai has just overdone him with threats.

The exact words of bhai were, “I see you making my sister work. I would make you restigate from the college and you would be sent back to your family. If you make her stand unnecessarily, I will make sure you'll never step out of your family house.”

My Bhai just scared this poor soul, and I felt so sorry for doing this to him. I was okay. The wounds would heal with time, but this event needs to be a blast.