☘︎𝔚𝔬𝔯𝔡𝔰 𝔠𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔩𝔢𝔢𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔢 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔫 𝔟𝔲𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔱𝔰☘︎

He closed the door behind and dropped his head on the door. In the younger age, he took many difficult discussions, even in business or politics, but never faced a situation where he felt whatever step he took, is just a disaster. He wasn't able to think properly. He just came here again, to let her eat by his own hands, expected a romantic atmosphere, wanted a simple cuddle maybe.  

He knew, what he did might be illegal, but everything is fair in love and war, right? He agreed, he tried his heart and soul to talk with her, she is just like a magnet, her eyes, her way of speaking, her creativity everything attracts him too much. Apparently he pushed everything to make a regular conversation with her. He felt good, when gradually she was just habituated with his existence. He felt special when she used to wait for his text, and started to elaborate her overthinking in long long letters. He felt important, when she put him in her top priorities list, beside her work, even her hobby. She is the one who first shared her emotions towards him. But he felt confused about his feelings the moment she named her emotional attachment towards him, more than attraction. Love!! 

Yes, he is the one who chased her madly, from the very start, he is the one who wanted to secure his position in her priority list. Who never used to change his habits, did only for her, but when the real feelings came in the scene, suddenly everything felt so devastating. He started to question himself, did he do that only for attention from that girl who caught his eyes just from an image. Because there are so many mismatches, just like the north and south poles, marriage is a lifetime decision, yes he could tell her that he has enough power, still there was a but. 

He felt shocked, when he saw how mature she is, whereas he loves to see her immature side. She gave them a chance to take it slow. The only thing she was worried about her family was searching for a groom. 

Months passed, and the jealousy corrupted his blood, when with some random boys she was going to meet, those boys were nothing in front of him, not in power, or not in the money. But still her family was choosing them for her!!! She is a gem, just rarest like a red diamond, how could she be treated like this. 

He was lost in the not-so-old memories of the last two years, because the current behaviour of her is feeling so foreign to him. She never used to throw any words without any reason. She couldn’t able to hide her eyes, which contain so much love for him, but with those words, she is trying so hard to push him away from her. Why!
He tried to remember all the things from flashbacks, but put a sudden hold when a chuckle hit his ear. 

He opens his eyes to look at the person. His eyes literally pop up seeing him, he never expected to see him here. Before speaking, he realised his positions. Mr. Rathor is sitting on the floor in front of the door.  

He pushes his hands on the floor to lift his body, and suddenly feels weak. But without showing that, he brushes his hair to make it perfect, and wipes the messy look of his face. 

The person drops his hands into pockets, and rests his back on the wall, giving him a smug look, “Are you okay, bro?”

He scowls, “What are you doing here? How did you get to know I am here?”

The person chuckles, “That’s not important now, you are missing for the last two days, with 5 cars and some guards. And you thought, we can’t track you down, huh!!”

He ignores and takes stairs to go down and heads directly to the bar side beside the kitchen. 

The person quickly tries to match his pace, and comes beside him, “hey, hey, you never touched alcohol before..don’t do anything you would regret later.”

He turns his head, “I informed everyone, I am going for a trip to relax myself, why the fuck you are following me!!”

The person scrubs his head, “Umm actually we need a ..”

He completes his words, “Signature! Okay show me the papers.” 

The person pauses to find some suitable words against him, but fails miserably. He sits on the middle of the couch, dropping his head behind, “ Vivan, stop playing around, who sent you to follow me, tell me that.”

Vivan takes some steps forward to sit beside him, but Chadra turns his head to look at his eyes intensely to warn him to not sit. The colour drained from Vivan’s face, “See, everyone was worried, anyway after being rejected by her you started to behave so awkwardly, everyone worried, when you suddenly said you are going out alone…”

He stares at Vivan again, and the word slips of his tongue with a sigh, “Aunty”

Chadra closes his eyes and drops his head behind again, “Leave us alone.”

Vivan drops both of his hands into pockets, with a smirk, “I got enough money to not listen to you.”

Chandra  scowls, “And what amount do you need to leave me alone…”

 Vivan ignores him and goes towards the bar section. He could feel the fiery gaze of Chadra on his back, with a devilious smile he focused on choosing the bottle. With a tongue click of satisfaction, he chooses ‘Macallan 18 Year Old Sherry Oak’ and collects two glasses. 

Chadra titles his head to observe his movements, Vivan sits just beside him, placing the bottle-glasses on the table. 

Chadra grits his teeth, “LEAVE ME ALONE”

He behaves like he forgot that, and Chadra helped him to remember, “Oh yeah, we all want to leave you here alone, you can take a good rest, I will handle everything instead of you.”

The smug look from Vivan’s face never went away, which makes Chandra even more irritated. Chandra turns his fingers into a fist to control his emotions. He is already drained, and doesn't want anymore drama.

He asks again, “Vivan, You are not invited to drink with me, just leave the place, right now.”

Vivan, still ignores him, and serves some of the liquid from the bottle into two glasses, and lifts left hand across Chandra, only to shatter on the floor, by a single aggressive kick of Chandra. 

He growls, “I said, get out.”

Vivan chuckles, “Relax bro, Relax. Aunty is right, she isn’t good for your health.”

Chandra holds the collar of his shirt, and jerks his body to make him totally face to face. The anger is crossing the barrier by seeing the smug look of Vivan’s face. 

Vivan chuckles, “Listen Chandra, stop being a child, if you do not allow me to send her to her house, I will inform….”

He cuts his words, and completes the sentence, “Aunty!! Tell her, I will talk to her”

Vivan shakes his head with a chuckle, “Do you think, it’s that easy, Mr. Chadra Sekhar Rathore. Just one click… ”, Vivan enlarges his eyes in a dramatic way. 

Chandra with a jerk leaves his collar, “Do whatever you want, but in next 5 mins, if I see your car here, not sure your car will not face any accident. Today or tomorrow”

Vivan laughs, lying on the floor, “Uff, I love your confidence.”

Chandra folds the sleeves, and takes steps towards his face, and drops a knee to sit beside his face. He grabs his chin, almost crushing the jaw under his grip spell, “Surely you will, want to be dragged by guards?”

Vivan tries to maintain the smug look of his face but the pressure becomes too much on his jaw, he has to close his eyes in pain. Chandra doesn’t leave him until the shutter comes from his mouth, “I will not say anyone”, holding his hand with both hands, trying to move Chandra’s hand.

Chadra titles Vivan’s head on the floor, with force on his chin, “Do you need a broken jaw to keep it in your mind?”

He shakes his head as no and Chandra with a forceful jerk leaves his jaw, and stands on his feet, “Get out.”

Vivan holds his jaw with both hands in pain, and doesn't even try to stand up. Chandra brushes his hair, “Do I need to do a reverse count?”

He takes large steps to grab the other liquid filled glass and comes back again to Vivan, and just in one go pours onto his face, “You don’t have any injury on legs, 10 ... .9…”

Vivan rubs his whole face with both hands to wipe off the liquid and stands up on his feet. He looks into Chandra’s eyes to say something but no words come out. 

Chandra drops his body over stomach on the couch. This mansion has two master rooms but he wanted to share the room with her. He wants to hug her so badly, he wants to get back the soft girl with whom he was attracted, fell in love. 

He wanted to hear Janab from her mouth, but when she said she requested to stay away from her. He will surely keep the promise for her. He will not show his face until she wants to see, but that doesn’t mean he will not see her. 

Again an illegal thing may be. But it’s urgent to install cameras to see her. He buries his nose into the leather to rethink his urge to meet her again. Does she sleep? 

Sleep. 

She is seeking to sleep so badly. Her whole body is in pain from the excessive travel, and she doesn’t use to leave her room on usual days. And her mental state is just dark like the outside. 

Hours passed after he left the room, her eyes still towards the locked door. Everything feels like a nightmare. She has nothing to fight against him. 

She is now confused, what is this emotion? Can she give a name to the equation of their bonding or relation. Does she also just obsess with him, that’s why she wanted his attention? Is she the one who is manipulating him by saying how her life is so pathetic? Is she the one who is playing with one lonely man’s emotion for her own sake, for healing herself? 

She holds her own braid and pulls it aside in frustration. She is the only one guilty here. For every kind of situation she is the one. She doesn’t deserve to stay alive in this world. She needs to die. Then he must forget her and live his life fully as he deserves. Her mom will cry a lot, might fall sick but she can’t think straight. 

She looks towards the broken glass pieces under the table, and will she try to brush it over her wrist? She brings her left wrist in front of her face, and brushes her fingers over the veins lightly as if trying to brush any sharp edge. 

Noo. She is a coward. After all, she is a coward. She can feel suffocated, she can understand how unnecessary her life is in the world, but she is so pathetic, can’t collect enough guts to end her life. In the last few months, she started to cross the road without seeing, but she is so unlucky, she never got hit by any car or bike. She wants a spot death, she is scared of the pain.

She is feeling hot flushes on her skin, she is feeling irritated enough to scream. She puts the dupatta into her mouth as much as possible, she doesn’t want to attract any attention from Chandra. She doesn’t want to showcase her more pathetic creature. She doesn't need love any more, she needs a painless death. She is selfish enough to ask for a death without any pain in the name of giving peace to others. 

She can’t breathe properly anymore, feeling like someone is tightly gripping her heart. Can she die right now? Can her heart stop beating right now? 

The thoughts are chewing her from inside and outside. Her eyes are swollen enough to not shed any tears anymore. Her eyes are now red and itchy, like someone rubs chilly into her eyes. 

She is still pushing the fabric more into her mouth which sometimes makes her gag but everything is crossing the limit. 

Does she get any right to hurt anyone by proving herself pathetic, showing her pain as a big one? Everyone is suffering. Maybe his ways are wrong, maybe what he does for a living, the illegal works, those videos are right, still she hasn’t any right to hurt him with her rough words, because he is trying to show love. Maybe it’s pure obsession but for him, in his mind that is love. She can accept the love the way he is giving without dodging any word bullets, right? 

BANG! BANG!

The sudden bird's chirping sound slices the silence of the dark knight. 

She flinched so hard, by the two consecutive sounds of firing, she knew how the real bullets sound, how much fear can spread through the only sound.

She pulls out the fabric, her jaw is paining, but magically, the simple bullet sounds just put a full stop to her over thinking. 

She tries to get down from the bed, and then falls, how each muscle of her body is throbbing like it has no energy. 

She almost trips over when she tries to stand straight on her feet. Everything is going east and west, the land under her feet is moving.

She takes a long breath. She repeats ‘Om Namah Shivay’ thrice to calm herself down. She is aware enough about her panic attacks and how to handle them afterwards, but unable to stop her overthinking, because after all those thoughts are practical and making full sense to her. 

She takes baby steps and grabs the wall, and goes towards the balcony. She knows, she can’t open that but try to look outside what happens. The chirping sound almost comes to the end, and the silence is never the dark in her life before. 

Little did she know,  one was here, trying to make a wall between her and Chadra. Wanted to be a shadow of her movements, wanted to possess the demon inside her head by playing with her overthinking mind. But she gets the back of a beast, who might not get an idea about the full plan, but can smell the suspect very closely. And two bullets into tiers, and a little accident of the car, just a tiny hit on the tree, some cracks in bones, and showcasing the real power, doesn’t hurt. Isn’t it?