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.
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
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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