All Chapters of DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM (BOOK-ONE): Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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,

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,

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

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

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