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DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Unknown threats.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) 03— Tears of anxiety and anguish.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Extravagance.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Extinguished hope.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) 04— Unexpected.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Bafflement.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Suffering.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) 05— Miserable.
05— Miserable. “Healing is never easy. It is the most painful and hurtful path. Yet it is essential for the growth of humans in mental, physical and psychological states. Trust the process.” — Saumya Tripathi Although I was sleeping, my brain was already replaying the disconcerted scenes that I'd suffered yesterday night. Everything came hiking back in a hurried rush. I was stuck somewhere in a state of sleepiness and drowsiness, with scattered thoughts going wild in my head. I was so confused when I woke up that I tried to blink away the blurriness. My thoughts were hazy, and everything looked different. I wasn't even in the state of consciousness, fully. I blinked rapidly the cloudiness of sleep from my eyes to see and make out my surroundings. Regardless of my hazy thoughts and confused slumber, I tried to remember, but nothing came to mind. I felt tired and groggy, but eventually, I sat up unsteadily, still pondering the situation. Promptly, my breath hitched up when I let my
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DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Horrendous night.
Caution: Mature theme ahead. Horrendous night. “I am in no need of a blowjob right now. You can leave.” His tone sounded so cold. So unforgiving. “I-I am..” “You should better leave,” he was barely able to utter in a clear voice. “I don't need your assistance. Not today.” Her face turned red at his blurted reply. Feeling repulsed, she dismissed his words before moving forward to remove the empty alcohol bottle and almost-filled ashtray from beside him. “I- I am not here for that.” “I told you to leave.” A rough touch on her wrist bothered her. She tried looking into his eyes to grasp any gap to support her point. “I came here to check on you, Uzair.” “I am alive. Am I not?” His tone sounded heavy with all the emotional lumps he could feel in his throat, which, in turn, scared her. His behaviour with her. “So, leave.” He commanded. “Just let me check.” “Did I ask you to?” “No.” “Then stay the fuck away!” “You can hurt yourself or cause physical pai
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) 17— His Insight.
17— His Insight. “It is so simple to be happy yet so difficult to be simple.”Four hours later.There, he sat on the counter in the kitchen, barely sober. With an almost non-touched plate of noodles kept beside him, a plate full of ashes in the ashtray, and two empty bottles of three-year-old Irish whisky laid horizontally near his thigh, he continued to smoke and get intoxicated without pause. The emotional pain he felt was too much to endure in this state. Putting the lean stick inside his mouth, he inhaled, lying down on his back on the oak table along with his spare hand at the back of his head. “Fuck!” He roared angrily. “Damn it!”With a scathing look in his eyes at the burning cigarette that his fingers held, he muttered,“Why does she have to defy my way every damn time?” Gasping the smoke out through his nose, “Why not for once she could do as she is told without me having to force her into listening to me?” He spoke out loudly in frustration, rubbing his face with force.
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Prison.
Prison. Wiping my tears, I kept mum, listening to him, and my breathing came out warm and dense.Cuddling my baby to me, I sat there nonplussed with fear of losing the only family left: my little Shaurya. Wiping my tears repeatedly from my hands, I steadied my brother, making him sit on the opposite side of him. Away—as far as I could get from him in the provided space.Silence.For a long moment, there was nothing but silence as I sat stiff and horrified with Shaurya on my lap. My crying had diminished with time. Nevertheless, my eyes and throat felt sore. And I found myself feeling dizzy and weak.Later on, there was a moment of pregnant silence in the already heavy air within the car. He spoke softly. "Don't ever cry like that. Ever! Do you hear me?" His voice held emotions of pain and anguish, though.As if he were a human. But I could be wrong. Because, logically speaking, how could someone like him even feel after having done something so monstrous to us? His face went pale w
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Plead.
Plead. "Just—just don't hurt him, sir. Please!" I articulated to him while both hands folded with entwined fingers in front of him beseechingly. “Please… Not him..” "I won't have to, you see, little one.” I stared. “If you will listen to me, I won't have to do a thing," he alluded, gazing yet again. “It's simple; just do as you're told.” The silence was what he got as voices inside my head started to chant out: You have to go with him now. You don't have a choice anymore. Do you? No. You couldn't exactly leave your little brother alone with them. With him! Would you? Another certain voice at the back of my mind shuddered out. Within my own turmoils of my inner notions, I did not realise what happened next as it spurted like flopping birds in the mountains. "We have wasted more than enough time already. I cannot afford to waste more time; moreover, let's just get going." Bending a little more in my direction, he took my hand, which was prodding in the grime of the splotchy road
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) 16— Home but not ours!
16— Home but not ours! In the longest silence that followed, he wanted to tell her a thousand things. . . . Beginning with a plea that she could stay. The need to beg, pulsed in his veins. Yet, hoping against hope, he wished she stayed. — Saumya Tripathi “If it were on me, I would never come with you.” “That's a fortunate thing it isn't on you then,” he bent and whispered in my ear. "Otherwise, that would have turned out to be such a disappointment. Wouldn't you agree?” His words were like a dagger piercing through the heart. With a touch of poison rooted in the tone, I inched back. “Why?” There was a catch in my tone. I wanted him to know what he wanted from me. I would never give it to him willingly. Not until I knew I still had a fight left in me. “Why are you torturing me like this?” He clenched his jaws while levelling with me with an angry frown. Moving closer, he leaned towards me, his hand capturing almost the whole of my already wet face. “Because it's the only ch
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Monster.
Monster. “I like seeing your doe-like eyes have hope in them,” he whispered. “I sure did. Didn't I?” Am I deluding myself completely? No. How could I when he said it himself only a couple of moments ago? I heard him. And I know I heard him correctly. My eyes veered up at him as I gazed up, inching my head a little more. I looked at him without moving a muscle as he remained kneeling on one knee with a hand extended still towards me. For me to hold. For me to take. He blinked at me twice. His face was still impassive. Or was it I who didn't even know how to read people? Was I that bad at understanding people? Maybe I was naive, as his face stayed impassive all the time. “Will you take us home?” I finally broke the silence. "I will.” I was confused, but hopeful. “My home?” I tried to confirm. “I did say home. Our home. Not the one you used to stay in. But this is the one you will be staying in from now on. Now let's get going, shall we? If your inquiring session has ceased,"
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) Reluctance.
Reluctance. My eyebrows arched at the man as he looked down straight at me boldly. Tearing my gaze from the road, I inched my head up, in his direction, slowly. My eyes held my afflictions and pains, along with my tears of suffering. I peered at him. Maybe pleadingly. Hoping against hope, I pleaded through my raw, croaked voice: "Please, sir, don't do this to me. It is only he who has been left behind by my parents; if anything happens to him, I can't afford it," I croaked up at him. "I just can't." "I don't desire that either. I don't want that to happen.” His eyes held nothing. “Don't force me to do something I don't intend to.” He's going to hurt Shur if I don't listen to him. “Just come with me, and you both will be safe and secure under my supervision, and your brother will be in your hands in no time. I can guarantee you that." He nodded at one of the men that was standing near him and very gently handed my baby brother to him, who took him in his awaiting bulky arms g
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE) 15— Talks and beseeching! (Part-2)
15— Talks and beseeching! (Part-2) “We judge people as it is obvious psychology of humans to do so. But the question is: is it worth it? To judge everyone based on how they look? By how do they present themselves? By how do they choose to act? Because some people ought to be felt rather than observed. As you truly cannot judge people by their outer layers, that would be so unfair, some people should only be gazed upon by their hearts instead of eyes.” — Saumya Tripathi “However, if I have to, I will. But you already know that. Don't you?” I did. His deep, uncaring tone sent chills down my spine. “It totally depends on what you choose.” He waited. “Either it is your way or I will make you.” Anger spiked in my stomach as if molten lava had been kept in it. I needed to get over this. I needed to get away from him. I had to get over it as quickly as possible. I had to! I didn't have much of a choice. As if knowing my state, the breeze picked up. Darkness had finally caught up to
