Chapter 5|Outrage

Vast strech of darkness filled the void with sly pearls shimmering arount the pale yellow crescent moon of the midnight sky gleaming in solitude, the crickets were silenced by the blowing breeze as it swishes through the branches, leaves rustling with slight tremor in peaceful murk.

The barking of stray dogs broke the somnolence of Akhil who barely fell asleep after continuous twisting and turning on bed. His distressed sleep got disrupted by thier constant growling and woofing jarring his nerves, frustrated by the disruption he rose from his supine posture. His face was drenched in sweat due to the lack of aeration.in the packed claustrophobic volume.

'You didn't sleep?', his stressed voice drew the attention of the girl reclined against the wall on the floor, eyes wide open yet hollow staring out of the window aimlessly without stirring from the crouched posture. She snapped out of the abyss of desolation, fixating her sorrowful brown orbs at his tensed face. 'I couldn't sleep', her voice croaky from the hour long yowling till her vocal cord could no more tremble!

'Hm..it's half past three in the night. Should I make tea for you?', Akhil slid beside his enervated babysister hugging her from the side, consoling her for the tragedy that was inevitable, more like consoling his mind that it was not his fault but...

His subconscious knew better. 'Bhaiya how did baba died so early? He was not a patient of heart complication!!', her innocent question shook the very cords of his heart. A wave of guilt washed over his lying mind..but he hasn't the fortitude to confess his felony. This could push his only sister away and he can't risk taking the lid off, disclosing the man behind the fabricated facade responsible for her miserable state.

The soothing lullaby of his heart extricated her temporarily from the distraught. Yet it was not everlasting. A clamarous uproar broke the pursed silence followed by loud footfalls and hubbub resounding outside their house. Their faces tensed as they felt a turbulent crowd advancing towards them, her mind perplexed but Akhil sensed the menace.

Without wasting a second in explaining her the situation, he strode towards the backdoor to abscond, her anxious voice echoing behind his frazzled figure to which he paid no heed. His mind completely pinpointed on the possibilities of his safe and sound escape. She gasped when few men with their faces covered in veil barged through the main door blowing it off hinges.

'Where is he?!!',one of them bellowed holding a stick in his hand and torch in the other. 'W..wh..o?', she stammered scared to process something. 'Your runaway filthy brother who kidnapped the princess!!!'

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Volumptuous beauty twirled her swan like enticing body carving out in space, her sensuality beaming through the voice of her moves as hazel orbs were stuck on her breathtaking curves shaking to the beat, alluring like the flower of the spring. Daksh emptied the wine glass as he recklessly threw it against the wall, shattering roar trembled the dancing doll as she haulted her steps in mid air, stupified by his sudden aggression.

'Your money will be delivered to you, piss off!!', he growled baring his bloodshot eyes scaring the poor woman. His wounds were nursed, pain easening yet the restlessness and pain clenching his very heart made him remould into a burning ball of lava. He vowed to not sit quite till he shackles the perpetrator and torture him, his agonizing screams may help to bandage his bleeding soul.

Dawn fell yet he didn't sleep, insomnia grappled his mind. He couldn't sleep a minute. Frustrated he called a dancer to elevate his mood while he immersed himself in a pool of alcohol. But all went in vain!

'Yuvraj', someone knocked on his door. He hummed sliding down his comfy bed and leisurely strolled to the voice. 'He's been caught but...!', the news itself formed a vicious smile but the 'but' word piqued him up as he glared at him in vague..

'But?', frowned the prince. 'But what?!!', he barked striding downstairs to the regal courtyard where his gaurds stood with valour, presenting to him the fugitive that was trying to fly by night. The accused guilty was forced to kneel down on his knees with his arms clasped behind his head. His face was brutally thrashed by the guards, blood oozing out of his nose and forehead, cheeks bluish grey, eyes drooping in abstract exhaustion..

Yuvraj strode near his defeated nemesis, carefully scanning the battered face. What did his his baby princess noticed in this piece of crap that she forgot the royal stature of hers and ran away with a common man, scratch that, a son of one of their ex guards!! But she's naive, she might have fallen for his physique. Wasn't he aware of the grave crime he committed? Obviously he did this all for money and getting a place in our society!!!

How dare this fish of gutter dreamt of messing up with the giant that owns the entire sea?

'You stole away our prestigeous position in the society with your fucking lowkey act!! I'll make sure this incident creates a history wherein no one dares to again think this high or rise against us', Yuvraj calmy articulated crouching near his face.

Akhil coughed blood when Daksh kicked against his belly, not stopping till his face contoured with the harrowing pain in his ribcage. If guards hasn't held him against his arms, he would've fallen flat face not being able to withstand the excruciating pain. 'Hold fast his limbs!', Yuvraj roared pummeling against his face and chest with his fist till he heard the crunching of something...it was the sound of breaking of one of his rib..!!

Akhil groaned in searing pain, his body started shaking with the intolerable pain burning and stabbing his chest. Daksh paused, wickedly caressing his bruised cheek,'Where is Nandini?'

Akhil kept his lips sealed despite feeling the intense pain knocking his senses out. This disregard of his words and constant defiance enraged the already enraged beast and he was about to plunge his serrated knife into his chest, ending his very life there when a voice stopped his hand mid air.

'Yuvraj, stop!!', came the screeching authoritative voice of a lady from behind. He clenched his jaw, swiveling to notice the queen standing near the balcony glaring at him, 'What the hell were you going to do? Have you gone mad?!!'

'Ma sa, don't try to safeguard his life!!', he retorted, anger coursing through his veins like venom. 'Poison kills poison yuvraj', she smirked, an evil glint reflecting in her eyes.

He frowned than he noticed the sly smile of his mother, he understood something vile is brewing in her head.

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Saanvi sat still, reminiscing the daybreak's incidents when few men barged inside her house searching for his brother like some hungry wolves. He ran away from the backdoor, she being terrified and shocked, tried chase her brother but he sprinted with lightening speed, dissapearing into the pitch darkness.

She still couldn't fathom, why were they searching him so wildy. But she knew something unfortunate has happened behind her back that she isn't aware of or her family didn't consider her worthy enough to tell. Her heart is beating erratically since dawn when the horrible scene took place. She couldn't resist those hungry wolves from chasing her brother. God knows if he's safe or not?

Her mother slept like a sound sleeper, unfazed that someone is bloodthirsty for her son's body. This evaporated the very doubt that something grave has happened yet she's not being informed.

Her stressed mind deviated from the incident by loud banging on the main gate. She straightened her muscles walking near it with heavy steps, hair ruffled. 'Y..yes?', her eyes widened noticing a very posh woman clad in exquisite attire and jewellery standing in front of her door. Her sharp gaze fell on her angelic face.

'Who are you?', came her sharp imperious voice. The queen peeped inside the tiny gloomy apartment through the slightly parted space between Saanvi and the gate. Pathetic beggars! Saanvi stood baffled, her eyes taking in the key notes of her elite appearance. 'You..you must be sunita's daughter?', her icy voice wasn't appreciated by the girl, her posture poised as she looked into her eyes with a glint of confidence and guts to match her aura.

'Yes?', she replied in the same crisp tone. Her audacity confounded the regal lady but it sealed the fact that she is the sister of that ugly son of a dirt! The The firmness in countenance that matches with the fearlessness of the other sibling.

'Wouldn't you welcome your future mother in law?'