02—Forcing me against my will.
“Forcing someone to love you can only make them detest you more.” —Saumya Tripathi “Ssh…slowly.” There was something on my cheek. It kept on being touched. Were those fingers of a person? “Don't struggle too much.” My psyche invaded without halting, with hazy thoughts in my mind before I could even open my eyes. The thoughts were merely hazy and twirled groggily inside—in my head, which I tried to get hold of with my crumbled memories. But I could not succeed. “Shhh… You are safe, little one.” When my mind came back to its senses, I felt something rough strolling gently in a circular motion on my left cheek, which was rather sore. Sore? Why did my cheek feel so strained? The touch was gentle and smooth. However, my cheek seemed to be itching. I so wanted to itch and get relief; nonetheless, I stayed, unmoved and confused about almost everything. “Keep still. Otherwise, you are going to hurt yourself.” Albeit, I tried to open up my eyes, but it was of no use; my upper eyelids felt too heavy for me to open them. I tried getting up as well, but it felt like I couldn't even recognise my own body; it just seemed too heavy for me at that certain moment. I did not budge even an inch, despite my efforts to get up from the position. Why was it so hard to move? Why was I not able to move any of my muscles? I strived again. I struggled indignantly to ease away the numbness, but nothing worked. What was happening to me? Why was I not able to budge even an inch? What was wrong with me? My breath came out harsher with every passing second due to my mental efforts to be awake but not in motion physically. I was panicking inside. It was draining me psychologically. It was like my whole body was compelled to be at rest. I sprawled there unnervingly. My mind was so messed up with questions left unanswered that I was going into hysteria. Why were my reflexes not working at all? I wondered. Still trying to move, I invaded my mind with the unstopping queries. As perturbed as I was, I didn’t stop trying to make sense of all of those. I couldn't. What was happening? I questioned myself again. It was turning into a recurring question now. This particular question captivated me like a recorder, which I was playing now and then. My eyeballs kept on ambling in the confinements of the eyelids restlessly. "Don't conflict with yourself, little one. You will hurt yourself in the process. Stop trying to achieve the things that are not in your hands," someone murmured softly near my ear. The question undoubtedly had a double meaning. Astounded and stunned for a few seconds, comprehending who it was that spoke, I tried to reminisce about the memories and the person to whom the voice belonged. When nothing made my mind remember the things that led me into this state, I started panicking more and struggling harder. Unfortunately, with the state I was in, I tried to do something, anything, anyhow, but my whole body did not cope with me. It remained as it was: motionless. I signed gloomily. I was disoriented. My head was pounding painfully. I restlessly tried again and again, fighting with myself to awaken my sleeping muscles, and this time I indeed succeeded after a very long period of struggling with deliberation. Hastily, opening my eyes, I met with the same black piercing orbs; my eyes widened in fear, and I looked around fearfully to see—where I was and whom I was with. My heart pounded like an arctic ocean—severe waves. When I looked away, what I saw was even more terrifying. I saw an L-shaped, leather-black, very long seat in front of me, and then, when I turned slightly to see up, I saw the roof—of the car—which was also black. I was in a moving car! I mulled with angst. I tried to wriggle with my own treacherous body to sit up, but nothing happened. I stayed in my handicapped state. Still, there was confusion in me. Maybe because I wasn't conscious, entirely. Again, I turned to look at the man—to decipher where he was taking me, only to watch him watch me and my every move, which I tried to make out of desperation. He was just not staring intently at me, but there was something in his eyes that I couldn't get a hold of. Something primal—an urge to protect something—something that is hidden entirely. But what? Meanwhile, he patted my head gently. Patting my head? Why could I not feel anything? Was something wrong with me? Why was he patting my head? My breath faltered as my heart started to race when I saw the position I was in—a lap; my head was in someone's lap. And that someone was the man who was continuously caressing my hair. I had no choice but to look at what was before my eyes. We stared in silence, though. Inside me, there were storms of questions and fears whatsoever. My body remained frozen, and I was in a handicapped state. He didn't say anything. Staring and caressing, he peered at me like he was in another terrain and wasn't looking at me exactly. After a very fleeting movement of staring into his dark, large charcoal eyes, my eyes themselves began to close down without my permission. I tried to stay awake to get away from this stranger, who had been gazing at me intently since I opened my eyes. I shuddered at the very thought. Where was he taking me? The question itself rebounded me in its arms. I tried to speak, yet my mouth would not cooperate with my mind. Nonplussed, I tried to open my mouth again, but it was just another futile attempt in which I failed. ~•~•~•~•~Do you like the story so far? Hit on the comment box to let me know!
Captor. I blinked my eyes rapidly to get rid of the heaviness from the vague eyes, even though it didn't go away entirely. I tried, tried, and tried without giving up. "Ssshh, your endeavour won't work, little one, and neither will your fights. So, stop trying so hard, my dove," he said while continuing his assault on my face and hair. “Succumb to sleep.” Why was he touching my hair? Scalding tears spilt out from the corner of my eyes, hiding in the sides of my hair. I was scared—no. I was terrified, and I just wanted this stranger to stop touching me. Who was he? Who had permitted him to assault my hair? Fighting the urge to keep my eyes shut, I fought—hard. And with certain luck, my vagueness subsided. On an impulse, my eyes widened in fright when the realisation hit me hard. Without mulling any further, I looked frantically around me to search for Shaurya, my baby, but no one was there in the entire large car except for the two of us. My eyes watered. "He is fine a
Unknown threats. He was still watching me. When I retreated unhurriedly, he detached the glass from my lips. Looking up at him with my questionable gaze, I tried again. "Who are you? Why are we here, and where are we? Where is Awdhesh? What did you do to him? Where is he? Why did you bring us here?" I asked him all the questions that were slowly crawling up to my head at the fastest pace, all in one breath before breathing hard. "Ssh! Calm down, little one, breathe," he chuckled. “Breathe before you go out of it again.” There was not any hilarity in my questions. Was there? No, there wasn't. I answered myself. "It is amusing to see your scarlet—rosy red cheeks—from close up, you know. And for your questions—you can call me Uzair," he emphasised and then paused for a movement to study me. Watching me intently. “Uzair.” Why was he looking at me like that—like he wanted to remind me of something? But, what? "You both will be living here from now on under my supervision," he said
03— Tears of anxiety and anguish. “Words mean nothing until and unless it is felt.” — Saumya Tripathi “Doesn't everything feel strange?” With a lump in my throat and a tight feeling in my chest that seeped into the veins, I exhaled with difficulty. “What should I make with all this?” He left without even sparing a single glance. That was the only question that resonated in my psyche, altogether, as if everything were normal for him. “Is this even real?” Minutes ambled by. . . Standing there, alone in the foreign room with just my little brother clinging to me and no one else—just us—I stood stunned and, most probably, confused and dumbfounded. I wasn't able to proceed regarding what had happened. Which sane person would? But the heavy questions remained in my mind, hovering over me, disturbing me with more questions to which I didn't have any answers, unsteadily revolting me to no end. Why would he want us here? What would he get while abducting us? Why was he forcing us
Extravagance. Somehow, I felt an intuition about trusting them. But should I really be trusting them? I was dubious. Come to think of it, they had that kind of vibe around them where you knew you could trust them because vibes never lie. Vibes were always pure and will never be manipulated with sweet coating words or the pretence of actions. It wasn't easy to change one's vibe if something did not feel right; one should pay heed to it. According to that notion, I took my chances. I took a long pause. "You can trust us, ma'am. We will be here until you come." Sabba persisted, grinning. "Taking care of him." I nodded meekly, staring up at them, merely confused. What was even happening? No wonder why I couldn't move past the fact that I had been brought up here. It was like a dream. The dream that no one would ever happily want to even live. With the help of Zahar and Sabba, I stood straight on my feet with Shaurya, carefully. "May I, ma'am?" Sabba asked me before she held o
Extinguished hope. "Ma'am, you look very exquisite," said Zahar when I reached them. I felt a sudden hotness on my cheeks. "T-thanks," I murmured to her. "See, ma'am—we took good care of him until you came." They both laughed. "Besides, he is awake too. He is such an intelligent kid, ma'am. I must add he didn't cry a wink and always had naughty kinds of stuff to do," she chuckled, looking down at my brother with adoration in her simmering eyes. Stepping further, I walked over to the bed with Sabba next to me. We stood at the edge of the bed, gazing down at my adorable brother. Sitting in the centre of the bed was my one and only Shaur, who was waving his hand randomly in different directions wherever he could. Inquisitively, he wandered his dark, big brown eyes around the room with a tint of rejoicing as well as mischievousness in them. I smiled at his impish actions. I smiled. My first true smile after all those unpredictable situations. It seemed so long since I smiled at anythin
04— Unexpected. “No doubt the future is unexpected. But the present stays in our hands. Decide wisely because every action is reflected by what you choose.” — Saumya Tripathi The level of insanity he felt to possess her was nothing but lunacy. He yearned to claim her and captivate her in his cage in every way possible. Because she has belonged to him since she was born. Uzair inhaled, breathing in Radhika's scent. It was calming his raging heart and his senses. She was as he remembered her: innocent with her large, dark eyes, betraying not a single emotion she held inside. He felt his heart pound with warmth, spreading his insides all over. There was a time when he lurked in the shadow of the night to catch a glimpse of hers, but now, finally, the wait was over. She was here before him, intriguing the part he once thought he had long lost. The man, who was feared by all, was fearing the five-foot-two-inch woman. The thought of losing her was enough to drive him mad with the anguis
Bafflement. "W-when we can leave, Sir?" I asked him in a small voice, staring up at him with a strict tone of my own, to gain his attention. Suddenly, his smile vanished and was replaced by a snarl. Turning his face my way, he glared down at me with his penetrating dark eyes, both jaws set in a hard line. I gnawed at my bottom lip, looking down at his hard gaze, feeling more distressed all of a sudden. "What's with the question? Didn't I tell you yesterday regarding the same matter?" I kept quiet. He continued: "You do really love your brother, no? Or was it just a showoff to other people to attract their attention?" He asked me caustically, with a bit of calmness in his voice. His face was blank and void of any emotion. My heart was trapped in my chest, and the world turned upside down at his choice of words. "Huh?" He demanded in his low, vicious voice, stepping closer to me. “You know there is nothing money can buy? Don't you? Your trust in the law is futile. No one will
Suffering. “I guess that's what you're trying to portray, doll. Is that a nod for me to hand over your brother to you?” Was he jesting with me? "Yes, S-sir." "Do I really have to?" He inquired again. "Because he is way too warm," he completed, kissing his cheek. “Aren't you, big boy?” "Please, sir," I pleaded with him, my tears of anxiety already blurring my vision. "Alright! All right! But you have to promise me something. Would you do that for your beloved brother? And I could ask anything?" He asked icily, suddenly. All the humour was gone. I nodded at him willingly, despite the tears.. "Hmm. . Good girl. Okay, take him.” I went closer to get a hold of Shaurya. But instead of giving Shaurya to me, he laid him down on the mattress of the bed, tugging him gently with a thin blanket over him. Then I noticed a soundly sleeping baby on the bed with a bottle in his mouth. Did he sleep? When did that happen? And how? He never sleeps like this—not before having heard the lulla