As Hasan, consumed by a deranged fury, mauled Anisa with kisses and rough grabs, salvation came rushing in. Yugh, having broken free from the men holding him, charged forward, followed closely by Anisa's horrified parents. đŤ
Mr. Manalo wrapped his arms around his daughter, pulling her back with all his strength, while Mrs. Manalo tried to shield her. Yugh didn't hesitate. He grabbed Hasan by the shoulders, yanking him away from Anisa, and then drove his fist into Hasan's jaw with a sickening crack. A short, brutal scuffle ensued, with Yugh landing several more solid blows before others finally pulled the enraged men apart.
From the sidelines, Asifa watched the violence, the stress and shock overwhelming her already fragile state. Her eyes rolled back, and she collapsed, slumping to the floor. People nearby cried out, rushing to catch her. Someone immediately pulled out a phone to call for an ambulance. đ
Simultaneously, Mr. Manalo, his face a mask of grim resolution, was on another phone, his voice firm as he reported an assault and disturbance to the police.
Within minutes, the wailing sirens cut through the chaos. An ambulance arrived first, and attendants carefully loaded the unconscious Asifa onto a stretcher and sped away. Soon after, police cars screeched to a halt. Officers poured into the church, now a scene of ruined decorations, crying guests, and shattered lives. They took statements, separated the parties, and after assessing the situation, led a dishevelled and protesting Hasan away in handcuffs. The fraudulent wedding had ended not with vows, but with the cold, clinical sounds of law enforcement and medical aid, leaving behind a devastated family, a liberated but traumatized bride, and the scattered pieces of several broken lives on the church floor. đŽââď¸