Gaurav felt numb—a strange mix of anger and despair churning in his chest. His mother had been with those men in the park, right out in the open. He'd watched, frozen, as they touched her, used her like she was their toy. And he had felt powerless to stop it.
The image of his mother in that shadowy corner replayed over and over in his head, taunting him with the knowledge that he had failed to protect her, failed to claim what was his.
*Mine,* he thought, clenching his fists by his sides. *Mine. Only mine.*
But his feelings also confused him. His mother had always been this untouchable figure, his ideal of womanly beauty and grace. Seeing her like that, used and degraded, stirred an unexpected jealousy within him. *How dare those men touch her*, he thought, anger rising in him. *They didn't deserve her.*
He knew he should be disgusted, but a part of him was also aroused by the sight. The confusion and guilt and shame of that only made him more angry—angry at himself, at those men, at the world.
He tried to push the thoughts away, but they lingered there at the back of his mind—a constant, aching reminder of his helplessness.
He wandered aimlessly through the streets, trying to clear his head, but the sights and sounds of the city only seemed to mock him with their normalcy. Couples holding hands, laughing and talking together. People living lives full of love and freedom. It all felt like a cruel joke, a punishment for his weakness.
He ended up at the park where he had seen his mother. It was empty now, the shadows long and deep in the fading light. He stood there for a long time, unsure what he was waiting for—maybe some kind of sign or answer.
But there was only silence.
As the shadows lengthened and the sun began to set, he knew he had to go. He had responsibilities, people who needed him. But as he turned to leave, he hesitated, some small part of him hoping for one last glimpse of her. Maybe even a glimpse of...
But there was nothing. Just empty space where she had been standing.
Gaurav let out a long, slow exhale, the sound loud in the quiet park. The world kept moving, uncaring of his pain—and a new resolve began to grow within him.
*I'll protect her. No matter what it takes.*
He turned and walked away, the weight of his promise settling heavily on his shoulders. *She's mine.* No man would ever touch her again.
As he walked back towards his house, Gaurav knew that nothing would ever be the same. He had seen a side of his mother he had never seen before, and it had changed him. Changed him in ways he couldn't even articulate.
*I have to get stronger,* he thought, clenching his fists. *Strong enough to protect her.*
As the shadows lengthened and the sun began to set, he knew he had to go. He had responsibilities, people who needed him. But as he turned to leave, he hesitated, some small part of him hoping for one last glimpse of her. Maybe even a glimpse of...
But there was nothing. Just empty space where she had been standing.
Gaurav let out a long, slow exhale, the sound loud in the quiet park. The world kept moving, uncaring of his pain—and a new resolve began to grow within him.
He would train his body, his mind, his whole being into a weapon, to make sure no one ever hurt her like that again. He would become someone she could depend on, someone she could look up to.
She would be his, and his alone.
*His.*
As he approached his house, he saw the lights on inside. He wondered what his mother was doing now, whether she had already forgotten about what had happened. Or if she had been thinking of it nonstop, the same way he had.
*Probably the first one,* he thought bitterly, already regretting the hope that had flared up in him. *She probably doesn't even remember.*
*No one.*
> 🔔 **System Alert:**
> "Partner Betrayal Detected"
> Penalty: Your core trait *Dominant Bloodline* reduced.
→ Dick size decreased to **1 inch (flaccid state)**. Permanent unless reversed through quest chain.
Gaurav stopped dead.
His breath caught in his throat.
He looked down at himself—disbelief, then rage burning behind his eyes.
*No… not me… not now.*
She had chosen others.
And the system had *punished* him for it?
But as the cold truth settled in, so did a new fire—one darker, sharper.
Fine.
Let them take everything else.
But she?
**Still mine.**
Even if he had to crawl.
Even if he shrank from the world's gaze…
She would see *him*.
Only him.