𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞, 𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

Irha  Pov:

The rain was coming down so hard it felt like the sky was trying to wash the city clean of its sins. Thunder cracked above me, loud enough to make my heart jump, but it still wasn't as violent as the feeling in my chest.

I pulled my jacket tighter around myself as I hurried down the empty street, the sound of my footsteps lost in the storm.

I couldn't shake the feeling that something - or someone - was watching me from the darkness.

My phone started ringing just as lightning split across the sky. I stopped under a flickering streetlamp, my heart already racing before I even looked at the screen. It was my neighbor. No one ever called me this late unless something was wrong.

I had just finished my shift at the small café on the corner, still smelling like coffee and sugar, my feet aching from standing all evening

Rain soaked through my shoes as I answered, a cold feeling creeping up my spine that had nothing to do with the storm.

When i finally reached my street, the sight through the rain-streaked window stopped me cold. Men - strangers, all dressed in black - were surrounding my father, guns pointed at him like he was some criminal they'd been hunting.

For a split second, my chest tightened, but it wasn't fear for him that hit me. My father had never been worth it - years of drunken yelling, slamming doors, and bruises had taught me to feel nothing for him.

As I got closer to the house, I slowed when I saw a strange car parked outside. The front door was slightly open, voices spilling out into the night. I moved quietly toward the window, my heart pounding as I looked inside. A tall stranger stood in front of my father, talking about money in a calm, dangerous voice. My father looked terrified — but not enough. Then he said words that made my blood turn to ice.

"I don’t have the money," he slurred.

"But you can take my daughter. She works. She earns. She’s beautiful too… take her instead. She’s nothing but a burden to me."

I stopped breathing. The world went silent except for the sound of rain. In that moment, something inside me broke — not from fear, but from the realization that I had never really had a father at all.

And that was the moment I think i should run

I pressed my face against the cold glass, rain soaking my hair, and without a second thought, I turned and ran. Away from the house. Away from him. Away from everything I had ever called home.

I froze for a heartbeat, the thunder masking the pounding of my own heart. These weren't the usual men my father owed money to - the ones who came, yelled, and left him bruised.

No

These men were dressed all in black, moving like shadows, and the way they surrounded him... it wasn't a warning anymore. It was a trap. My father had taken loans he could never repay, and I had seen him come home beaten more times than I could count.

But this... this was different.

Something in the air told me it wasn't just debt collection. It was danger. Real, blood-in-your-mouth danger. And for the first time in my life, I didn't care about him. I turned on my heel and ran again as far as i could not thinking about my already bruised feet

The rain plastered my hair to my face as I ran, but it didn't matter. I had run through worse storms in life. My mother had died giving birth to me, and my father... my father had never forgiven me for existing.

Every shouting match, every slam of a door, every bruise he left on himself or me came with the silent reminder: it was all my fault. I was alone. No brothers. No sisters. No one to protect me. Just me, my father's anger, and the shadow of a life I hadn't asked for.

Tonight, seeing those men surrounding him... I realized that maybe running away wasn't just about saving myself. Maybe it was about finally breaking free from everything I'd ever known.

I didn't know where I was going. The rain soaked through my clothes, chilling me to the bone, and my shoes squelched in the flooded streets.

Every shadow seemed like it was moving, every flash of lightning made me jump, and I realized... I had no one. No one to turn to, no one to help me. My father didn't care, my mother was gone, and I had no brothers or sisters to protect me.

I shivered violently, wrapping my arms around myself, wishing the storm would swallow me whole, wishing I could disappear into the night and never have to face this world again.

I didn't know where I was going, my feet carrying me blindly through the pouring rain, until I found myself in the middle of a dense forest. The trees loomed like silent watchers, their branches scratching against each other as if whispering warnings.

Every snap of a twig made my heart leap - the thought of wild animals stalking me made me tremble uncontrollably. I sank to the wet ground, tears mixing with the rain, praying silently to God for a way out. Then, through the mist, I saw it:

A small house, warm light spilling from the windows like a promise. Inside was a kind woman, her smile gentle, her eyes filled with understanding. She took me in, gave me dry clothes, and over a cup of steaming tea, told me about the city I had stumbled near - the Arena City, a place ruled by a ruthless mafia, where danger lurked behind every corner, and the powerful feared nothing... except each other.

The old woman’s words echoed in my head long after she stopped speaking.

“Arena City isn’t a place for the weak. Men with power rule there… and they don’t let anything escape their sight.”

I told myself I was safe here. Hidden. Forgotten.

But just then, headlights flashed through the trees outside, cutting through the darkness like a warning.

A car engine hummed in the distance, slow… deliberate… like it was searching.

Author note :

This is my first story, and I’m so excited to share it with you.

I hope you enjoy Her life, his rules and get lost in Irha's journey and Zaviyar Singh Rathore’s dark world.

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