All Chapters of HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO): Chapter 71 - Chapter 80

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

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

29—Stupefaction. “Sometimes the betrayal doesn't come from others. It comes from us as we trusted others blindly when already knowing the consequences.”—Saumya TripathiNo matter how long I waited, he remained deathly silent. I gnawed at my lip. “He did not lie to you at all,” his eyes appeared to have opened the gates of remorse. “It's the truth, Betaji.”After what felt like hours, he finally responded. Goosebumps pricked my skin. It was indeed not the first time I had inkling about what he just confirmed, but it still came as a shock when I was somewhere hoping it wouldn't be as certain as people around me made it. My mind was clouded with thoughts again. Thoughts that had me feeling completely ruined. In that minute, the ominous feeling came into light when I realised it was that feeling I was trying to ignore. How could he not tell me about my own past all these years? How was I supposed to trust the words coming from a total stranger if I was lied to from the beginning? It

Breakthrough. (Part—two) You cannot do that, uncle! You cannot save us by sacrificing yourself. Do you think I can lead a better life after knowing that? I cannot let you do that! I won't be able to take another suffering from your supposed death!”“Sh, I know I know.” Stroking my head, he calmed me down when I broke down, sobbing yet again. I was so emotional today after meeting with him that I knew no bounds. And also, I was too tired of everything. It took us more than half an hour to get back to our conversation. “Do you feel better?” Wiping my tears from his own handkerchief, he asked. “I am.”“Don't you dare scare me like this! Do you understand?”I nodded again. “Do you think I would willingly do something like that?”“Honestly speaking, uncle. I don't know anything anymore.”“I understand. I am more scared of things about how it would turn out than anything else.”“Are you telling me the fearsome Randhir Kumar Mishra is terrified?” At that, a sudden chuckle left me. In re

Breakthrough. (Part—four) Rampaging my mind for questions, I decided to ask just to confirm the roots of it, "So, is this true as well that you might have known them from the beginning, uncle?" It was quite simple to catch whom I was acquiring. So, I stared. I already knew the answer, but I needed confirmation again and again. “How?” Knowingly, it was stupid of me to ask such a question because somewhere in me—I knew that answer as well. Though I still questioned him for confirmation as there was an irrational hope inflicted in me, hoping against the hope for the opposition of the known result. Why? I didn't know. "Deep inside, you already have your answers, Gudiya," Randhir uncle quipped calmly. "But I can repeat it for you if you want me to,” he gave me a smile, caressing my head. “But I can tell you what you do not know.” “W-what is it?” “We have known them even before you were conceived. Me and your father and your mother. Your father and Shrey were more like brothe