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DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM| Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Three different lives entangled amid friendship, danger and chaos. Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches like a caged bird in control of your palms? Can a person become someone's obsession to the point of losing sanity? The chain of events revolves around Radhika, a young woman, grappling with the sudden loss of her parents in a tragic accident and leaving her responsible for her one and only toddler brother alone. Striving to preserve her sanity for her brother’s sake, she vowed to live for him and to protect him from the lurking dangers in the shadow of the world by any means necessary. If it may. Unfortunately for her, she faces another unbidden blow when she finds herself entangled with Uzair, a notorious and formidable mafia figure known as "the king of hell.” With hidden depths leading her on a path of danger,
Book one Volume one. Different Shades of Him Prologue. "Welcome back home, little bird,” he enunciated, staring down at us. At me. “To our cage.” It was the only thought that crossed my mind. “My impending doom.” Yet, from inside, I knew it could be a home for him. But for us? No. Never for us. For me! "It's not our home," I muttered without realising it. “It's more like a cage.” "How wrong can you be, Radhika?" He asked, grasping my upper arm in his large palm, to lead me inside the large, luxurious, four-story house. I went with him without any struggles. Because as far as I had known him in a couple of hours, I knew he wouldn't be letting us go. Not anytime soon. Not until I give him enough reasons to. “I'm not wrong—I just happen to know. Even if you coerce us to live here, it won't give us the feeling of safety and warmth we should feel from inside when we are in our home. It won't make your home—our home, if you call it. It would merely be a house where
01— After three dreadful months. “Life is never hard under the protective shades of our parents. The struggle starts when we decide to move out from that shade.” — Saumya Tripathi “If only you were here.” Staring at the clear sky with little stars twinkling almost brightly, I muttered with a sad smile on my face. An intense sorrow came in waves, making me feel nothing but numb. “There is nothing the same with you both leaving us,” the welled-up tears in my eyes felt too heavy to carry. “Life has been so hard without you both.” There was an overwhelming mix of grief, shock, and disbelief. It happened inexplicably. One movement we were fervently emitting family: just the four of us: no worries, no stress, no pain, no grief. Nothing. Just pure elation and extreme euphoria skirted around our household. Patently yet another plausible, pronounced Merry family. LIFE: It gives you chances—a lot of chances of that sort—to amend your mistakes. Mistakes that you would have made in the past,
Intoxication. “Are you okay, Awdhesh?” “I am fine,” he gushed. "What are you doing at this time, let alone at this hour?" He all but growled, out of breath. I sighed dejectedly. “Did something happen?” His breathing was hard. “Why do you look anxious?” “I said I am fine,” his tone seemed off. “A-are you sure?” “You should respond to me first.” "Awdhesh, you need not worry about me. I am all right and about to return home." "If you say so," he glowed at me. We stared. It was awkward. For the first time, it felt like I was choking at the aura he was inducing. "Take a walk with me, Radhika. It has been a pretty long time since hmm.. you know..." I cut him off reluctantly. I did not want to speak to him right now regarding that sensitive matter. "It's okay,” I told him softly, holding his hand. “But I can't. It's already late, and I should go, otherwise, my uncle will be worried. You know how he is. Don't you, Awdhesh?” He breathed out. His hold on my hand tightened wh
Drugged. "Done. I am done with this fucking good guy shit now. Being a dog to you for what? So you can reciprocate my feelings one day, huh? But guess what? My fucking patience seems to already be running out real quick. Now, stop being a crybaby and get up this instant, or you will regret it!" I could only stare at him in bewilderment. When I didn't move a muscle to get up, he took one last long step towards me. Bending down, he yanked me to him by my upper arm, forcefully. "A-awdhesh!" I shrieked in pain, flinching. “What has happened to you?” I tried to wriggle in his hold, but it was of no use. He was a lot taller and larger than my small, petite form. I cried out in pain because of his brutal grip. The first time, I regretted being this small and defenceless. "Please let go; you are hurting me," I exclaimed, my tear-stained face looking up at him. "Why are you doing this?” “It is because of you!” My eyes widened. “Me?” “Yes, you! Can't you see the reasons? My reaction is
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 w
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
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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
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.
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
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
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
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,"
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
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