BOOK TWO.
~Prologue~ “Because you are a monster!” She yelled at last, clenching her fists tightly. What the fuck was she saying? Did she even know what a monster is for fuck's sake?” Filled with sudden fury, he was blinded by rage and betrayal. Everything happened in a mere half second, and before her normal mind could decipher what was happening, he had her body trapped between him and the wall behind her. “Ah,” something hit her in the middle of her back with the sudden force applied to it that she cried out. Not paying any heed to her pain, he replied, “Do you even know what a monster feels like?” Cupping her jaws in a brutal grip from one of his hands, he let his words out through his clenched teeth. “Do you even know what they do?” Jerking her face closer to him in the next second, he took her nape in the other hand, fisting her thick mass of hair in it. “Do you know what monsters are really for?” Taking one last predatory step toward her, leaving no space between them, he scoffed. “Tell me, do you?” His voice came out colder. “No, I won't! Unhand me, right now!” Her force seemed no match for his vigour. Bringing her hand to the back of his hand, she tugged on it, managing to move a little bit of her hair from it. His grip only tightened as he focused her eyes further to look at him without any emotion in his inhuman eyes. “Pray tell, do you?” He repeated his question to get an answer out of her. Her face had turned red due to the force he was holding her jaws. Her own jaws set at his audacity. “If I were the monster you so portrayed me to be, you must not be standing here arguing with me. You could have been bent over the bed where I could have done what a monster is meant to do,” he barely managed to control his temper to whisper in her ear. His short breaths fanned the entirety of the side of her head. As the silence stretched out, they both stood there condemning the other with wide, furious eyes. None wanted to back down from the staredown. She glared daggers up at him, not backing out this time before she told him in a normal tone, as if she were not accusing him of being a monster. As if she knew with certainty that he was indeed one cruel, notorious monster she had encountered! His reaction of such blatant anger at her simple sentence was the answer in itself. Wasn't it? “I do. Because you are doing exactly what monsters do!” She spat angrily vehemently. “You are the monster!” Her cheeks were wet with tears. “Don't try to hide yourself behind the mask of being a helper instead!” “It is so ironic,” he gave out a short laugh. “Do you even know what a monster is?” He pressed down his weight on her. “Or how does one behave? I bet you don't. Otherwise, you mustn't have been spouting such words so recklessly.” “Oh, don't I?” Her eyes were challenging him to the point it was palpable. She felt a stab of anger inside. When she sucked a deep breath with her eyes openly disrespecting him, she told him, “It behaves just like you are behaving with me right now!” “Tell me,” he stated and paused, “or better yet, let me show you how I should behave being the monster I am, that is. Should I not?” There was a storm brewing inside him. Somewhere he knew he wasn't in his right mind, but at last he let his own emotions control him. “H-how dare you!” Her eyes went wide with shock at his impulsive movement when she felt his hand squeeze her butt. “How dare you touch me!” Unbeknownst to both of them, her dupatta remained discarded near his black polished shoes from the moment he had entered the room, which she noticed all too late. An animalistic snarl left his lips, pressing her more firmly to the wall, not giving her any time to recover. She felt nothing but so much pain in the back where a broadened, sharp, flat head of a nail was penetrating the upper layer of her skin. “How dare I? As per you, I am a monster, aren't I? Why would I feel about harming someone else's modesty then?” “You are! Don't you dare!” Registering her words, he took a moment's pause. “Hmm. Then let me show you how real monsters are.” His voice was so soft and yet so terrifying. “Shouldn't I?” ~•~••~•~ So, how do you like the prologue? Do comment your opinions and support, please! • • • Finally, we start the journey of book- two! Aren't we? P.S— Please make sure you read book one from my profile before you start this journey. ~•~••~•~ Saumya Tripathi | His fatal shades. Copyrights © 2024 by Saumya Tripathi. All rights reserved. The author neither promotes nor supports the actions mentioned in this story. It is purely fictional and should be taken as such. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted in any form or by any means without my prior written permission. Note that this is an ongoing story, and therefore subject to change. All copies published are the party of Saumya Tripathi. Reference to real persons, places, or events are made in fictional content and are not intended to be defamatory, or in any way factual. No copyright infringement is intended. P.S— THIS IS THE BOOK TWO OF BOOK ONE— DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM. ENJOY AND LET ME KNOW IF YOU DO. THANK YOU!
