Stillness of Dread. “It has been a week,” Radhika breathed the words out. “Almost a week of nothing being the same anymore, however.” Almost a week had passed with the presented information she had no hint of before about her own life till she was made aware of it. It has been a week since she had her worst mental breakdown for the first time. A week has passed since there were ineffable emotions she felt that were difficult to understand by herself. A week, after her acceptance of the facts, led to another set of questions that did not quite sit well with her. “A week..” she murmured. A week since she last saw Uzair.. She placed her hand on her chest, closing her eyes. It gave a sudden jolt, thinking of him. She did not trust him, not fully; she could not. Not at all. But she was trying to. Everything was so different now. Or perhaps nothing was the same anymore. All her life she lived with the truth that was never complete to begin with. Even after knowing the truth about eve
Author's note. I know the last chapter has ended on several cliffhangers. With Radhika's suspicious and dubious thoughts about Uzair’s personality. The shades he carried in himself. With uncle's arrival, the main truth unrivalled at last, inversely the last chapter served as the foreshadowing of what's to come next in book three. The third part of the book will soon be available on my GoodNovel profile, so don’t forget to check it out! I can’t express how thankful I am for your incredible support, love, and patience throughout this journey. There were countless moments where I felt completely broken while writing this story, but your encouragement kept me going. I’m beyond grateful for that. Your reviews, likes, and comments have been a constant source of motivation, pushing me to keep writing. As we move forward, I truly hope you enjoyed this book. Your passion and support mean the world to me, and it’s because of readers like you that I continue to grow as an author. I pro
BOOK TWO. ~Prologue~ “Because you are a monster!” She yelled at last, clenching her fists tightly. What the fuck was she saying? Did she even know what a monster is for fuck's sake?” Filled with sudden fury, he was blinded by rage and betrayal. Everything happened in a mere half second, and before her normal mind could decipher what was happening, he had her body trapped between him and the wall behind her. “Ah,” something hit her in the middle of her back with the sudden force applied to it that she cried out. Not paying any heed to her pain, he replied, “Do you even know what a monster feels like?” Cupping her jaws in a brutal grip from one of his hands, he let his words out through his clenched teeth. “Do you even know what they do?” Jerking her face closer to him in the next second, he took her nape in the other hand, fisting her thick mass of hair in it. “Do you know what monsters are really for?” Taking one last predatory step toward her, leaving no space between them,
18— A past memory.“Hope is a natural feeling because when you have hope; you are never a prisoner to anybody.”— Saumya TripathiHow ironic was it to actually understand why the most dangerous place for humans was their own active minds? Wasn't it?It could do both: soothe you with positive thoughts or mentally crumble you into pieces with its overthinking negative skills. It won't take much but everything out of a person that has to offer before laying them bare, empty, and insane with no sense of knowledge about their surroundings or situations. It tears you apart inside and out if you let it control you before you control it. I blinked at the view before my eyes. With my posture crouched and legs surrounded by hands, head on top of the knees, I sighed despondently. The tip of my nose felt heated. The first ray of sun beamed brightly in the firmament, spreading the dark yet light hues altogether: red, pale, and orange, mixed up distantly, making it look more beautiful and mesme
Mistrust. "He is safe and at home, well fed, and probably stress-free knowing you both are with me." Speaking in riddles, he answered, which confused me altogether, and my head snapped up in his direction.Safe. Huh? As if. "What?" I asked, bewildered. It took me a half second to realise it. Noticing his tone about knowing my uncle was something I never heard of. I had an inkling about him knowing my uncle, but my uncle knowing him? I could never have imagined.Why would an ordinary, retired middle-class man know a criminal like him?"Does he know you?" I blinked, turning my face to finally look at him. “How does he know you?”I was confused. "You did too," he said and gazed. “Once.”I stared.The black pools of his eyes were enlarged. "A time that I can never seem to forget, even if I want to."He was bluffing. Wasn't he? "Then, why don't I remember any of it if what you say is true?" My voice came out as a whisper, but with hesitation.Tears started to pile up in my eyes. Witha
Answers are what I seek! "Quiet down, will you, little one?" His voice was polite and composed somehow. On the other hand, I was everything but calm. I just shook my head negatively."No, give me the answers I seek! What're you trying to hide? Do you want to tell me that? Either whatever you said was just to lure me into believing your forged story or you aren't telling me everything. Just tell me, why? I say!" He pursed his lips together."Now, that is, I don't understand what you're babbling about, little one. I don't seem to comprehend."I negatively shook my head. “You do!”“I told you what you should know.” His eyes were blazing. “I won't repeat the same things numerous times for you to just keep on denying it.”"Why am I here? Is this what you are not getting, or are you simply trying to disregard it?” I yelled yet again. “Don't you already know the answers yourself? Or do you keep on denying it for the sake of it getting changed?” He took a step closer. “Let me rephrase it o
The hidden truth. I felt nothing but utter desolation, finding it inside my heart uninvited.Why have my parents never said a word about this? We stood there in complete silence. Both of us were too observed in our thoughts to say a word. My heart was beating miles per second. It was an understatement to say that I was frightened after knowing what had been stored for me. A hand shot out all at once and caught my arm, causing me to freeze. Turning my face, I looked down, only to find his fingers holding me captive. My eyes widened. “W-what are you doing?” My voice came out meek and apprehensive. He took more steps towards me. Twirling me in a way, I was trapped between his widened arms. “Sir?” I whispered, my stomach churning. He stayed silent. He seemed to disregard the plea behind my words. “Don't ever try to pull a stunt like you did ever again.” His voice sounded terrifying. “Move an inch from this room, and I will make sure you cannot move anymore at all.”I sucked a sha
19— Deep wounds. “Knowledge comes with a price that not each one of us is willing to pay as it takes courage to change the perspective one has known since they have been born and brought into the world with morals varying from society to society.” — Saumya Tripathi “Accept it.” It was easier said than done! “How can I just accept it? Trust him? Hm?” With sadness in my eyes and a clog in my throat, I mustered up the courage to ask the question myself loudly. I was terrified. It was an understatement. “Why wouldn't I be?” I remembered his words as he spoke in his deep, throaty voice about the past that I had no memory of. I shuddered while recalling it. Each word made my nerves go haywire. "You had an accident when you were little, causing the memories to be interlocked in a certain part of your brain, letting you form a wall over it.” I could still even remember what he said to me. It was as if a dam of cold water had been broken on me. “We had a bond.” The
Author's note. I know the last chapter has ended on several cliffhangers. With Radhika's suspicious and dubious thoughts about Uzair’s personality. The shades he carried in himself. With uncle's arrival, the main truth unrivalled at last, inversely the last chapter served as the foreshadowing of what's to come next in book three. The third part of the book will soon be available on my GoodNovel profile, so don’t forget to check it out! I can’t express how thankful I am for your incredible support, love, and patience throughout this journey. There were countless moments where I felt completely broken while writing this story, but your encouragement kept me going. I’m beyond grateful for that. Your reviews, likes, and comments have been a constant source of motivation, pushing me to keep writing. As we move forward, I truly hope you enjoyed this book. Your passion and support mean the world to me, and it’s because of readers like you that I continue to grow as an author. I pro
Stillness of Dread. “It has been a week,” Radhika breathed the words out. “Almost a week of nothing being the same anymore, however.” Almost a week had passed with the presented information she had no hint of before about her own life till she was made aware of it. It has been a week since she had her worst mental breakdown for the first time. A week has passed since there were ineffable emotions she felt that were difficult to understand by herself. A week, after her acceptance of the facts, led to another set of questions that did not quite sit well with her. “A week..” she murmured. A week since she last saw Uzair.. She placed her hand on her chest, closing her eyes. It gave a sudden jolt, thinking of him. She did not trust him, not fully; she could not. Not at all. But she was trying to. Everything was so different now. Or perhaps nothing was the same anymore. All her life she lived with the truth that was never complete to begin with. Even after knowing the truth about eve
31– His ineffable anger. “Our opinions only matter to others as long as they agree to it. Otherwise, they are just words without meaning.”–Saumya Tripathi A week later. Last day of the week.Precise: a day before the departure to Dubai. Uzair was in the middle of a last meeting of the day before he left when he felt the vibration of the phone in the underside pocket of his suit jacket. He ignored it, seemingly sensing nothing significant that could not wait. With that thought in his mind, he gazed at the screen in front of him, projecting the launch of another product presented to him for approval regarding its favourable opportunity and innovative ideas for fruitful results.“Tell me if you have any other ideas of its launch date. Which would be the best day for it to let it out in the market?”“Inform the HR team before any further procedures.”“Yes, President!”His phone rang again while it continued to vibrate; without giving it a second thought, he let it. He ignored it once
Bound by Obsession. They both froze at her sudden whisper. Confused about how those words made out of her mouth without trying, her eyes instantly widened. It took him a moment to realise how much it would have taken for her to say what she just did. Because it was far from her gullible and apprehensive state, which she always felt while he was near her. It was none other than her honest side. “It has been your room since childhood.”Her eyes became wider as his insinuated statement. “Oh? I used to live here?” “Very much so. You were stubborn, wanting to have this room as your own.”“Was I always drawn to this garden as well?”Squeezing her a little between his arms, he replied. “This garden was precisely made for you on your instruction.”“Wasn't I too small for that?”He gave a light laugh before starting. “You were. You saw it in a cartoon, desiring to have the same garden for yourself. So, here we are.”She lightly gasped at his nonchalant reply. For once, her mind was empty;
A Vow of Protection. She barely gave a nod. Swallowing the lump, she stuttered out, “Will he be okay if-if I don't try..?” She trailed with a trembling voice. More scared thinking about happening something like that again to her uncle. “As long as you don't put your life in danger. No one will get hurt.” He nodded her way, giving a curt nod. “I will make sure he is,” gently cupping her hands, he initiated. “He probably is in danger all the time.”“I will make sure that he will be looked after.” She gazed up at him with her large, innocent, hesitating eyes. Asking him as if he was really telling the truth. “I will not let anyone harm him either.” Her gaze moved before she let her head fall back on her knees. His heart fluttered in his chest at her hopeful look. Indeed, she was his only weakness; he could not afford to have her hurt herself. “No matter the hardships, I promise to keep you and your family safe by standing by your side through the adventure of our lives,” he vowed
Shattered Calm: His Unexpected Rage. “Let me clarify two things for you,” he uttered at a slow pace.A chill sliced her ribs.“One, I did not take away your freedom. It's the people who treat other people's lives so carelessly. It's their own greed that other people's lives don't matter while the said people could do nothing but take refuge wherever they can to save their lives.”At his brutal grip and harsh words, Radhika couldn't muster up the strength to retort to that. “Two, neither have I taken anything away from you. Only I know how much effort I am making to control myself because your accusations have no facts! They are just plainly stating unreasonable remarks and nothing else! Have I ever lied to you about anything?”“Do you think telling a lie isn't the only way to trick people?”Uzair slightly flinched at her cold gaze. She never looked at him like that before. “No.” She answered her own question. “Telling half-truths can trick people into having false assumptions just
Unveiled Fury: His Sudden Brutality. When she just stood there before him, her silence was an answer in itself. She hated him up to her core. Didn't she? Despite knowing everything, she was blaming him for everything! Was it even fair on his part? Where did he go wrong after doing everything in his power to protect her at all costs? Even at the cost of his own life! He didn't need appreciation; however, he didn't need her scorn-filled eyes either, verbally accusing him of wanting her body on top of it as a reason! “How can you be so sure about me taking everything from you when in fact I am the one who is fighting for the things you like for them to stay? Tell me, Why are you so adamant about me being the villain? Can you give me enough logical reasons where I could understand it myself?” “Because you are a monster!” She yelled at last, clenching her fists tightly. What the fuck was she saying? Did he even know what a monster is for fuck's sake?” Filled with sudden fury, he was bl
Silent Scars: The Weight of Unspoken Pain. Slouching a little more, he let his head rest on her frail shoulder. “You do, little one. Only if you stop being stubborn, you will see how much you need a shoulder to lean on.”She turned her face away while trying to push away his head. Distancing himself from her. He forced her face before him again; he stated, “I know how you feel. What is the point of hiding your pain now? Does sharing even a little bit of your burden give you an inferiority complex? Is this a reason why you are forcing yourself to hide away from everything?”She breathed shakily. His words hit it all the way through her, breaking apart the walls that she created for her own sake. Little by little. Choosing not to show how much his words hit her, she changed her hazy mind into believing otherwise. “Do you really?” Her eyes were challenging him to deny. Maybe it was the tiredness in her body that made her feel brave. “I doubt you know how I feel.”A smirk appeared on t
Whispers in the Dark: A Late Night Encounter. She blinked three times to confirm her suspicion of him being here. There he was here again. But why? The question she wanted the answer to. Above all, at this ungodly hour of the time! Even though she was once an energetic child, she always had been feeling sluggish and heavy while coming here. Besides, today was no exception. Her reluctant eyes flickered. He raised his head to look at her. To finally look at her. Instead of saying a word, he chose to stare at her sad and sleep-filled eyes. A small smile appeared at the corner of his lips. “Such a cute little bunny.” Her large, filled, hazy eyes made him compare her to a bunny. Her frown lines were the first thing he took notice of. But he chose not to comment on that for now. Not yet. A veil of silence fell upon them, the distance of it growing with each passing second. Standing in a slower motion, she anxiously backed away unconsciously. When did she get off the bed? She didn't ev