All Chapters of HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO): Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

An unexpected guest. It was just any other usual day. I had no idea what it would bring with it. Nonetheless, I couldn't have known that the very day would come with an expected arrival. Only the arrival of someone, a person, I knew once but couldn't remember at all. As I looked at the clock, which was newly placed near the nightstand, I was amazed to find that I had been sitting near the window for more than an hour now. How time flies here. It was unsettling. Time came and went as usual as it gets. At least a part of me did observe the time of the day subconsciously. However, the rest of my being was suffocated by unbearable despair. When it was not? Huh. I exhaled.As hot tears ambushed her eyes, I turned away from the window, blinking away. "How is my Bambolina doing?" A strange yet soft, very unique baritone of a person asked mildly from behind me. This voice was certainly new. I couldn't have guessed who, but there was softness in it. I jumped, not having seen another new st

Inner turmoils. The sudden outburst of that tiny girl who stood before him—the once lively girl that he remembered who he used to be nursing back to health day and night when she would become sick at the end of every week—had become a grownup who knew what situation was adhering her to yet she kept on denying it. She really had grown up; Shrey observed her stance that was trembling with anger, pain, and fear. She was suffering; he sighed; his chest felt tight and constricted. His desire to just go there to hug that child to safety and save her from the trauma that she must have been going through all alone until now overweight his logical conclusion, but somehow he managed to dodge it. It wasn't easy, not even to him; nonetheless, it was necessary. A quick anger emerged through his body watching her break down like that. Of the parentage that was snatched away from her, alone was the reason he managed to survive the fall of himself. He had to be alive, not for his sake but for the p

25—Assumptions. Time is both— our biggest enemy and our best friend, depending on what situation we are stuck in or have been going through. Whichever works in our favor. —Saumya TripathiWe talk about time, but do we sincerely value it to be valued by time itself? The question might be absurd, wouldn't it? How could time value a person? Some people will even laugh about it when they cannot comprehend the sentence that had deeper meaning if thought immensely about it. But give it some thought for a second. Time was such a frenemy of humans that it didn't wait, slow down, or get stuck by anyone or for anyone regardless of any state of affairs. No matter what you are, how you are, or who you are! Time is the only natural phenomenon that cannot be controlled by human beings. As of yet. Ironically, it was both a curse and a blessing. That we still somehow take for granted. Don't we? Let us take a simple example of the differences between the two types of time we humans naturally go th

Or a memory? With a start, she woke up hefting and breathing still somewhat in a daze. What was it? Of the dreams, she had been having for quite a few weeks now: this indeed, the certain dream seemed so real, so vivid—it seemed as if this was a part of herself. A part of the life she had in the past. Was it really a dream? It felt too real to be a dream, though. It was a dream where a part of her life was shown to be sharing with someone she couldn't just remember or pinpoint.Catching her head in her hands, she managed to breathe through her mouth while closing her eyes to calm her pounding heart. A part of her life she couldn't recall at all had emerged from somewhere through her subconsciousness.“It must be because I have been thinking about all of this continuously. Yes, that could be it.”Because if it wasn't. It couldn't make sense to her. It was more confusing than dismaying. A lone small sweat strolled down from the side of her forehead to the length of her chin. Catching he

Her first laugh after months. I sucked a bated breath the moment I noticed his presence behind me. When did he even enter the room without my noticing? “Hello there, little one.” Swiveling my head to face the sudden intruder, what I saw made me gulp down my frustrations. And, here he was standing there with hands behind his back—locked together, his face having a goofy smile, shoulders all relaxed, legs apart as he regarded me with obnoxiously black pools of his eyes. There was a storm lurking around his blackish orbs. His gaze was piercing as if looking straight through my soul. “It has been a while since the last time I saw you,” it was a statement. “Do you have any idea how much I have missed you, little one?” He stepped closer. At that explicit sentence, I started to panic. What was he here for? “Didn't you miss me?” “I—” I grimaced at his intrusive behavior. “Sssh… it's alright. You don't have to confess. I know you did,” he whispered abruptly, silencing my inco