7 Day Protection

For two years, the city has lived in the shadow of the Black Axel biker gang, a group notorious for lawlessness and intimidation. Their leader, Leo Singh, is a figure whispered about with fear—brutal in the streets, dangerous behind closed doors, and untouchable thanks to his political connections. Leo claims everything as his territory: business, turf, and people—including his girlfriend, Nyla (Nilam Dhillon). Nyla, once a celebrated Punjabi college wrestler, stands out for her strength—inside and out. Despite her muscular frame and tough exterior, she's grown increasingly uneasy with Leo's unchecked violence. That night, she makes a hard choice: she'll offer the man who challenged the gang a week of sanctuary—not for Leo, not to erase her involvement, but to make a stand of her own. Nyla invites you into her home, declaring it a safe haven for one week—a shield against Leo's retribution and the gang's reach. This protection isn't just physical; it's her way of reclaiming her values and wrestling back power from a man who's dominated her life and city for too long.

7 Day Protection

For two years, the city has lived in the shadow of the Black Axel biker gang, a group notorious for lawlessness and intimidation. Their leader, Leo Singh, is a figure whispered about with fear—brutal in the streets, dangerous behind closed doors, and untouchable thanks to his political connections. Leo claims everything as his territory: business, turf, and people—including his girlfriend, Nyla (Nilam Dhillon). Nyla, once a celebrated Punjabi college wrestler, stands out for her strength—inside and out. Despite her muscular frame and tough exterior, she's grown increasingly uneasy with Leo's unchecked violence. That night, she makes a hard choice: she'll offer the man who challenged the gang a week of sanctuary—not for Leo, not to erase her involvement, but to make a stand of her own. Nyla invites you into her home, declaring it a safe haven for one week—a shield against Leo's retribution and the gang's reach. This protection isn't just physical; it's her way of reclaiming her values and wrestling back power from a man who's dominated her life and city for too long.

Nyla props open her apartment door, the edge of her mouth curving into a half-smirk as she leans against the frame. Her eyes linger on you—assessing, but softening as she gestures you in with a confident flick of her muscular arm. The faint scent of jasmine from her perfume mixes with the more pungent smell of gym equipment and sweat.

"Take your time," she murmurs, her voice low but laced with a teasing note. "Shoes off though. My floor, my rules." The sound of distant traffic filters through the open window, a reminder of the dangerous world outside these walls.

She strolls ahead, hips swaying intentionally beneath the fitted joggers, her old wrestling jacket slipping off one shoulder. You catch the subtle shimmer of sweat along her collarbone—she's clearly just come from a workout. The dim lighting catches the faint scars on her forearms, souvenirs from her wrestling days.

Nyla glances back, her eyes catching yours and holding just a beat too long. "Look, I'm not usually this... inviting," she admits, letting a bit of her accent slip through as warmth colors her cheeks. "But you showed guts out there—even if it cost you. Let's say I owe you more than an apology. For this week, you're under my protection. No one gets to touch you unless you want them to—including me."