All Chapters of HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Past hurts. “You are being nothing but illogical, and I know you already know that. Don't you?”Uzair's vulnerability was apparent now more than ever. He shivered from the weight of his big brother's words. Shrey didn't need to hear his words when he was able to read his little brother's face. After all, it was him who raised him.“You have nothing to fear. We got saved by a mighty catastrophe. Wouldn't you agree? Something could have gone wrong, but it didn't. Shouldn't you be happier about her being safe than sad about her losing something as trivial as her memory when you can make new ones with her? Even better than before you could have? Rest assured, everything will be alright. Even now, hope is not all lost.”“I understand that, brother. I totally do. Yet, I am unable to decipher the pain and how to get past it. Logically, I am glad she is safe and sound. Yet another part of me is grieving about the fact that it came with a condition.” As he exhaled, his shoulders shook. “The d

Lost with her. In the moment of fright, weakness swirled around Uzair. He shut his eyes, words breaking. “Let her be okay.” His throat went dry, and his hands were growing cold out of sheer nerves and with a touch of terror. What even was I afraid of? He was starting to lose patience with himself. She was okay, after all. Trying to distract himself, he glanced towards the other two people present in the room with him; their stances were relaxed and sure, the complete opposite of what he was feeling inside. As all three of them waited in the room with bated breaths, silence breathed a sigh upon them. However, none said a word. They didn't need to. Their overbeating heart was the noise in itself. Having to wait for sixty-five excruciating minutes with overlapping thoughts took a toll on their being. Before they could continue to delve some more into their own psyche, the door of the room pushed open, gaining the attention of all three other people who were eagerly waiting for the doc

A broken man. “You should have rested first before coming here, or better yet, you could have just called me; I would have come to talk about the industrial—”Cutting straight in the middle, Shrey shook his head in alarm before claiming, "We are off duty now. Also, I came to check on you and talk to you. No work-related enquiries," he nodded, giving a short, side hug to Uzair while they shared a smile. “I missed you.” Leaning ahead, he kissed Uzair's forehead. “You are as adorable as ever, little buddy.”“I must correct you; I am a grownup now! You better refrain from treating me like a child that I no longer am.” There was a hint of irritation in Uzair's voice, but deep down, Shrey knew he loved his attention on him more than ever. “Of course. Of course. I practically raised you. No wonder you are more like me than our father.”"Yes, brother!" Uzair apologised. “And I am very glad I took our mother's features. I am way more handsome than you.”“You call yourself handsome? You are c

24— Web of criminals: The ties that bind. “Finally, she found solace in her own chaos.” —Saumya Tripathi “You lied.” Several words had formed in my head that I wanted to voice out but I couldn't. My tears seemed to have dried as well. Suddenly Sabba knelt before me on the floor, holding my hands in hers. “Do you feel better now?” Was I? No. My lips were too frozen to word out. “Are you crying again?” She wiped my cheeks with tears strained cheeks. “Please don't. It breaks my heart watching you hurt." She looked at me straight in the eyes, her words matching her eyes. “Don't be saddened by the facts. At least now you know the answers to some of your questions about what you have been seeking from the very beginning. Shouldn't you?” She was right. Wasn't she? But with my mind frozen, I didn't know what to say to that. “I am not crying.” She gave me a toothless smile. “Sure. Sure.” “I am not!” We fell into deep silence for a couple of minutes when she stood to go somewhere.

Final Terror: The Last Fright. Somehow I could empathise with her. I knew that feeling because I had felt it before. For me, the feeling of helplessness with the terrible pain of suffering and stench of death that came with it on the day of the funeral. My parent's. How small was this world? “Time could only dull the pain, but it can't ever erase the facts of the pain being there. Deep inside the psyche.”The sentence was too deep. I felt touched by it, as it was the truth. Time did nothing but make us get used to the pain once that broke us into pieces. I was in shock. I had to take time to process all of it at once. Without saying a word, I grasped into her hands for moral support. I let her hold me. She tilted her head up; a comfortable silence settled between the two of us as she stared outside, unblinkingly. A wry chuckle then escaped her lips before her eyes were trained on mine once again. “At some point after the severe emotional trauma we had to endure, we became emotio