Betrayal And The Deep Waters

डिमना, आपने बहुत ही शानदार और रोमांचक चैप्टर लिखा है! सस्पेंस, धोखा, सुपरनेचुरल एलिमेंट्स (जल रक्षक) और फिर रिधम ओबरॉय का एक्सीडेंट—कहानी की गति बहुत कमाल की है। यह ग्लोबल पाठकों को बांधकर रखेगी।

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# My Savior: The Guardian's Vow

## Chapter 1: Betrayal and the Deep Waters

The dead of night. Delhi.

On a lonely bridge just outside the city, a girl stood leaning against the railing, tears streaming down her face. Pressing her hand tightly against her stomach, she glared with furious, tear-filled eyes at the tall, broad-shouldered man standing in front of her.

This girl was none other than Shradha. She had been brutally betrayed by her own boyfriend, Kartik, who now stood before her with a cold gun in his hand.

Kartik had already shot Shradha four times. Gasping for air, she was breathing her very last.

Gathering every ounce of her remaining strength, Shradha choked out, "Kartik... why? Why did you do this to me?"

Kartik’s expression remained chillingly calm, as if Shradha’s excruciating pain meant absolutely nothing to him.

Driven by betrayal, Shradha screamed with all her might, "If I survive tonight... remember this, Kartik, I will hunt you down and take my revenge!"

Kartik, who had been silent for a long time, finally broke his silence. A cruel smirk played on his lips. "You can only take revenge if you survive, Shradha."

With those cold words, Kartik pulled the trigger again. The fifth bullet hit Shradha, forcing her backward against the railing. Her eyes turned bloodshot, and heavy tears washed over her pale cheeks.

Her vision was blurring, her eyelids growing heavier by the second, but she fought to keep them open. Staring at Kartik, she whispered, "What you did to me, Kartik... I will never forget it."

Shradha Mathur was a girl who owned vast properties. In fact, she loved Kartik so much that she had already transferred a large share of her wealth to his name. But she also had a scheming stepfather who wanted nothing more than to usurp her entire inheritance.

By nature, Shradha had always been a cheerful, intelligent, and kind-hearted girl who loved helping others. But her kindness had met a brutal end.

Kartik spoke again, his voice devoid of any remorse. "From this moment on, all your property belongs to me. And tomorrow, I will marry Riya—your stepfather's daughter."

Without a second thought, Kartik fired the sixth and final bullet. Shradha’s piercing scream echoed through the deserted, silent night. With that, her breathing stopped.

Kartik stepped closer, casually lifted her lifeless body, and threw her over the bridge into the deep river below. Shradha's body slowly began to sink into the dark abyss of the waters.

Down in the depths of the river, Shradha’s body drifted deeper and deeper into the dark, silent trenches. Smelling the scent of fresh blood, schools of fish began to swarm around her. They gathered close, starting to nibble at her skin, tearing small wounds into her face and body, ready to reduce her to a mere skeleton.

Just as the aquatic creatures began to feast on her face and torso, a sudden, blinding flash of light pierced through the dark water. A figure wrapped in a brilliant aura came swimming toward Shradha at an impossible speed.

This mysterious man was breathtakingly powerful. He wore nothing but a pair of pants crafted from shimmering, metallic fish scales. His physique was flawless, boasting a chiseled six-pack. His eyes were deep, abyssal black, and his striking white hair flowed gracefully down to his shoulders. His complexion was so radiant that even the purest light would pale in comparison to him.

He was none other than the deity of the deep—the Protector of the waters, sworn to guard and govern every living creature beneath the waves. The world knew him as the **Water Protector**.

The moment the Water Protector arrived, the swarming fish scattered away in terror. He cast his eyes upon Shradha, and for a fleeting second, he found himself completely mesmerized, unable to look away. Without wasting a moment, he swept her into his powerful arms and vanished into the shadows.

In the blink of an eye, they appeared in a mystical underwater sanctuary. The walls looked like seamless crystal glass, holding back the massive pressure of the ocean, while vibrant sea creatures and exotic fish swam peacefully just outside.

The Water Protector gently laid Shradha down on a bed that looked as fluid as water itself. Gazing at her broken body from head to toe, he leaned down close. Then, he pressed his lips, which were more beautifully sculpted than rose petals, against Shradha's lifeless lips.

The moment the Water Protector had touched her, Shradha's heart had already begun to flutter back to life. But as his lips met hers, consciousness flooded her senses. She gasped, drawing in a deep, sharp breath.

Seeing her breathe, a brilliant spark flashed in the Water Protector’s dark eyes, and the intensity of his kiss deepened passionately.

Inside her mind, Shradha felt an overwhelming sensation, as if this stranger's touch was reaching into the very depths of her soul. Startled, she snapped her eyes open, her gaze locking instantly into the deep, black eyes of the Water Protector.

Finding herself trapped beneath a strangely breathtaking entity, panic gripped her. She placed her hands against his chest, trying her best to push him away. But the Water Protector’s grip was unyielding, and his kiss was so intoxicatingly dominant that he refused to let her go.

Tears welled up in Shradha's eyes, dissolving into the surrounding currents as a soft blue mist—a magical sight that only the Water Protector could see.

Noticing the tears in her eyes, the Water Protector finally pulled back, breaking the kiss. His deep voice resonated through the chamber. "Why are you crying?"

The moment he released her, Shradha scrambled back, sitting up and pulling her knees to her chest. She looked around in absolute awe. It was a magical world. Brilliant light illuminated the crystal room, and despite being deep underwater, she could breathe perfectly.

Then, the brutal memory flashed across her mind. *Kartik shot me six times. I was dead.*

Remembering her demise, she turned her gaze back to the man standing before her. With his silver-white hair falling to his shoulders and his staggeringly handsome, magnetic features, he looked unreal.

"Am I... am I dead?" Shradha asked, her voice trembling.

A soft, mesmerizing smile graced the Water Protector’s lips. He leaned in and gently pinched her nose. "You *were* dead. But I have brought you back to life."

*Brought back to life...* The words echoed in her head. She had been given a second chance.

Looking around the glowing sanctuary once more, she asked, "You saved my life... but who are you?"

"I am the Water Protector. The guardian of every soul that resides in these waters," he revealed calmly.

To Shradha, every single word sounded absurdly surreal. It was hard to believe. She stared at him, suddenly wondering if he was an Angel of Death who had come to claim her soul after her demise.

"No..." Shradha whispered, fear creeping into her voice. "You must be a Grim Reaper... an angel who has come to take my soul away."

Amused by her fear, the Water Protector leaned down swiftly and nipped her lower lip with a gentle, playful bite.

"Ah!" Shradha gasped out loud.

The Water Protector smirked. "Do you believe me now? A Reaper wouldn't make you feel this alive."

Shradha’s heart raced. She finally realized that the magnificent being in front of her was no angel of death.

The Water Protector’s expression then turned serious. "I know everything, Shradha. I know you were betrayed, and I know you burn for revenge."

The fear that had temporarily clouded Shradha’s mind instantly vanished, replaced by a cold, familiar rage. Images of Kartik’s smiling face as he betrayed her flashed in her mind. A roaring fire of vengeance ignited within her soul. *God has given me a second life,* she thought to herself. *I must make him pay.*

Watching her expression, the Water Protector raised an eyebrow. "You can only seek revenge if you are allowed to leave this place."

Shradha snapped her head up. "What do you mean by that?"

"Your breath, your life—it all belongs to me now," the Water Protector stated, his voice suddenly dropping into a harsh, commanding tone. "Have you forgotten so easily that I defied the very laws of my gods just to revive you?"

A dark cloud of sadness washed over Shradha’s face. She looked down bitterly. "If I have been betrayed so brutally, and I can't even avenge my own death... then what is the point of this second life? Just kill me again. I don't want to live like this."

The Water Protector was known to be ruthless and fiercely aggressive to those who crossed him, but he was also capable of deep mercy. Above all, he had grown inexplicably fond of Shradha.

Softening his gaze, he said, "Fine. If it means that much to you... I will take your revenge for you."

"No!" Shradha countered fiercely. "The wrong was done to me. I will be the one to destroy him."

The Water Protector possessed the power to wipe out her enemies in a single heartbeat, but looking at her fiery determination, he found her words justified. She was the one who suffered; she deserved the closure.

After a moment of silence, the Water Protector nodded. "Very well. You shall have your revenge. But... I am coming with you to your world."

Shradha’s eyes widened in sheer shock. "No! Look at you... you look completely out of this world! I can't just walk around with you."

The Water Protector tilted his head, a mysterious glint in his eyes. "Tonight, alongside your death, another soul is destined to die on that very same bridge in a fatal car accident. I will take his place."

"Whose life is going to end?" Shradha asked, her voice trembling with anxiety.

The Water Protector closed his eyes, sensing the strings of fate. "Rydham Oberoi. A powerful, ruthless billionaire businessman. From tonight, I will step into his shoes."

Opening his dark eyes, he suddenly pulled Shradha close by her waist, forcing her to look straight into his mesmerizing gaze. "But remember this, Shradha... it will only be his name and status. The face will always be mine."

His intense words sent a shiver down Shradha’s spine. She realized then that this powerful entity who had saved her life was never going to let her go.

Back on the bridge, it was nearly 3:00 AM.

A sleek luxury van was speeding through the dark, empty road. Inside, a man sat with a dark, furious expression. "Every single share in that company will belong to me," he muttered ruthlessly to himself. "I will not give up even a fraction of my empire to anyone."

This man was Rydham Oberoi, a billionaire infamous for his cold heart and tyrannical nature. Rydham was a deeply selfish man who never cared for anyone else's life; he lived strictly for his own power and profit.

As Rydham’s van sped across the bridge, a massive truck suddenly appeared from the opposite direction, blinding the night with its high beams. It seemed deliberate—as if the truck was intentionally steering straight into Rydham’s path.

Before Rydham’s driver could even react or swerve, the heavy truck rammed into the van with a deafening crash. The luxury van flipped over multiple times, rolling violently across the asphalt before exploding into a fierce, roaring fireball.

*Will the Water Protector be able to successfully impersonate a ruthless billionaire? And will Shradha be able to exact her burning revenge on the man she once loved?*

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