Her failed attempts. “DON'T!”“Please just listen to me—”“I said, don't!” Through clenched teeth, he continued, “You think saying you 'didn’t mean it' changes anything? You forced yourself on me when I couldn’t even think straight enough to know what was going on, and now you expect me to take responsibility for what you committed? I was at fault too, but you? You took advantage of my inebriated state first. Didn't you?”Shit! He knew. “Don't forsake me.” Her shoulders slumped with the weight of horror her mind had created regarding the whole scenario. If she could just find out what was going on inside his head and understand the workings of his brain, she might be able to use it for her sake. “I did it..but later it was you who took control. Did you forget it, Uz?”“No. I remember. I have sinned; that's what makes me aggressive to my core.”“Please don't forsake my love for you.”"Love? Is that what you call this? You think love makes this okay? What you did wasn’t love. It was se
A shade of his—torment.“Ah! Cousins, you say? And now you remember that we are?” She scoffed at that. “It's only in name and nothing else. Did you forget we are not even slightly related by blood but far from it?” His silence made her feel angrier. Whilst looking at his face, she could see the unfazed emotions, yet she knew only he was good at masking them, but he could feel just as much as she did—he had to because he was a human after all. With the weight of her words on his shoulders, she knew it was bound to distraught him in some way or another. “That doesn't matter.”Tightening her fists, she yelled at him when she got such a daft reply. “And why the fuck not?! You never thought of it when you had me pinned down! Did you? Neither did you think about when you fucked me raw! Do you?” She shot him an angry glare. “Don't you dare make me feel like I am some kind of whore you fucked a few months back and moved on simply because you paid me . Well, no. I am not! Don't you fucking d
28—Unbound truth! (Part-2)In India, the main reason for intricate problems isn't just poverty and hunger, and unemployment, but also terrorism; outlaws, and trafficking as well.—Saumya TripathiThe mishap that took place with Fatima left a sour taste in his mouth. He was as much at fault as hers. However, it didn't give her a right to boss him around when she was the one who drugged him. He had an inkling about something being in his alcohol after she put on the act of pouring him the glasses one after another while trying to push away the glass he held in his hands. Her docile acting confirmed his suspicion. God forbid if Neelam Maa were to know the truth, hell will be brought on him. He could only hope she wouldn't go and tell her everything. Punching his fist in the nearby wall, he took another cigarette and lit it up. How many cigarettes did he smoke it already? Ten, twelve? He seemed to have already lost the count. If Shrey bhai were to see this, he would be admonished this ve
Randhir Kumar Mishra. "Uzair, my son!" The firm voice of Randhir Kumar Mishra boomed in the four walls of the dark-themed office of Uzair. Uzair turned fully towards him from the floor-to-ceiling wall where he had been standing for a while lost in thoughts, waiting for the guest to show up. “I see, I am right on time.” “To the young man I was waiting for,” smiling with respect, Uzair walked up to him and nodded at the six-foot-one-inch old man. Sauntering towards him, slightly limping, Randhir reached him before hugging Uzair. Patting Uzair's back in pride, he gave a short laugh. “Your young man is not so young, my boy. It has grown old now.” “Don't say that, uncle. You are as young as I am,” Uzair grinned. Randhir laughed again. “And more handsome?” “And more handsome,” he confirmed. “Indeed.” They both shared a sly grin. “You seem to have changed, however. Where is the boy who barely reached to my waist? Oh my, when did you get so tall?” “I guess I am having a grow
Reassurance. “I would if I could, Uncle. Every time I think about the situations and catastrophes that had us under its wing, anger and resentment find their way into my heart. Like a puppet, I cannot do anything but withstand it until it's the right time to attack back.”Uzair raised his eyes to meet Randhir's. Randhir could read the emotions that Uzair allowed him to read. It was surreal. Out of all the people working on this mission, he was the most obsessively attached to finding the culprits and having them hanged as per their punishments.Nonetheless, one thing that Randhir didn't realise about Uzair was that it wouldn't be just death by hanging when he gets his hands on them—no. He will torture them and bring them to the brink of death before he shows them their own pits of hell. To the point where begging for death would do them no good. The vividness of the imagination put Uzair in a little bit of a good mood. “I understand, boy. It's not easy waiting while your insides are
Family time. Forcing my body to breathe, I inhaled deeply. “I need to breathe. I need to calm down.” Because I knew what overthinking would do to me if I didn't stop my overwhelming thoughts from getting off my mind. It would be creating more havoc than I was capable of holding. Blinking my eyes with conjuring some positive thoughts Days passed quite hastily in the past few months. Robbing me of all the given rights as a human being by the Constitution. Huh. As if I had any right to begin with. There came a time when I had forgotten how to continue to breathe involuntarily, just thinking about living somewhere I never wanted to. No wonder I could not believe that I was kept here for the last six months. It was unreal for me to believe that six months had passed like a blur. It still appalled me to reckon what had arisen in the past to have me captured like a bird in its cage. Us. I distracted myself by thinking about my little brother from the situation I was in. Taking a glance a
Our little moments. “I had no reason to deny it. But what happened is neither of our faults, Betaji. Quit beating yourself. It would do nothing but restrain you into believing in yourself.” Again, just thinking about it brought tears to my eyes. It broke my heart into splinters. “It is not easy.” I tore my helpless eyes from his shirt to look him in the eyes. “I wish it was as easy as you said.” “I know,” wiping my face again, he told me. “Neither for me, it is easy.” There was moisture in his eyes as well. They were glazed over. "Still, we have to stay alive to survive. For that, we have to will our minds to stay alright for our own mental health to live. We cannot just let our emotions control our minds. It brings nothing but persistent sadness and grief that we cannot afford to have. We need to live. If not for yourself or Shaam and Arya, do it for Shaur.” I wanted to tell him that I was actually alive and well before his eyes was just because of him—Shaur. I didn't have any
A crucial turn. Taking hold of both of my hands, he kissed them. “I apologise for not being there when you felt like you were alone. I apologise for making you feel so scared to the point where you have to take steps you shouldn't have. I apologise for leaving you alone to fend for yourself and Shaur until now,” he took a little pause as he breathed a deep sign. “I apologise for not telling you about anything that should have been told to you. I apologise for hiding all the facts where you couldn't help but feel left out. I am terribly sorry to leave you with the people who are nothing but strangers to you. Will you forgive me, Betaji, for my own incompetence?” My eyes were already blurred before I realised I was taken aback by the look of disdain on his face. Surprisingly, it was for no one but himself. “No, it wasn't your fault, uncle. Don't say that. No one could have seen that coming. I could never blame you for anything, uncle. You know that.” Leaning against the sofa, he g
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