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16— Home but not ours! In the longest silence that followed, he wanted to tell her a thousand things. . . . Beginning with a plea that she could stay. The need to beg, pulsed in his veins. Yet, hoping against hope, he wished she stayed. — Saumya Tripathi “If it were on me, I would never come with you.” “That's a fortunate thing it isn't on you then,” he bent and whispered in my ear. “Otherwise that would have turned out to be such a disappointment. Wouldn't you agree?” His words were like a dagger piercing through the heart. With a touch of poison rooted into the tone, I inched back. “Why?” There was a catch in my tone that I wanted him to know what he wanted from me. I would never give him willingly. Not until when I knew I still had a fight left in me. “Why are you torturing me like this?” He clenched his jaws while levelling with me with an angry frown. Moving closer, he leaned towards me, his hand capturing almost the whole of my already wet face, “Because it's the only
17— Answers are what I seek! “Hope is a natural feeling because when you have hope; you are never a prisoner to anybody.” — Saumya Tripathi How ironic was it to actually understand: why the most dangerous place for humans was their own working minds? Wasn't it? It could do both: soothe you with positive thoughts or mentally crumble you into pieces with its overthinking negative skills. It won't take much but everything out of a person that has to offer before laying them bare and empty and insane with no sense of knowledge about their surroundings. I blinked at the view before my eyes. With my posture crouched and legs surrounded by hands, head on top of the knees, I sighed, despondently. The first ray of sun beamed brightly in the firmament, spreading the dark yet light hues altogether: red, pale and orange, mixed up distantly making it look more beautiful and mesmerising from afar. Enthralling. Just like it was supposed to be early in the morning. Sunrises and sunsets were t
18— An unforeseen talk with Sabba! “Knowledge comes with a prize that not each one of us is willing to pay as it takes courage to change the perspective one has known since it has been born and brought into the world with morals varying from society to society.” — Saumya Tripathi “How can I just accept it? Trust him? Hm?” With sadness in my eyes and a clog in my throat, I mustered up the courage to ask the question myself loudly. I was terrified. “Why wouldn't I be?” Recalling his words as he uttered in his deep, throaty voice about the past that I had no memory of. I shuddered. "You had an accident when you were little causing the memories to be interlocked in a certain part of your brain letting you form a wall over it," I could still remember him saying to me. “We had a bond.” The hauntingly certain confidence in his tone had me blanketed in goosebumps and chills. The way the truth appeared to have swirled in the large orbs when his piercing gaze met my eyes made my heart rac
19— Big brother, is he?The miseries of life never end. Or does it? Because as far as I have felt, we just get used to living with them in it. —Saumya Tripathi In the silence of the room, the sound of my heart's mellifluous beating in my chest was deafening. I felt a shiver run down my spine as his deep-voiced sentence intruded into my mind again. A mystique breeze whispered past me as I shivered lightly at the intensity of my own fear. As my cough ceased, I drew back slightly. “So does that mean: you were in love with me the moment you saw me?” The hair on the back of my neck stood up at the attention while having an unsettling familiar feeling of being watched. I breathed shakily. "Good girl. Now, it wasn't that hard, was it?" My hold on the glass tightened. A droplet of fear of sweat strolled down my neck somewhere as I gulped. “Hm?” I dismissed him completely. From then we sat silently. I, with my food, which I was barely eating. Quite forcibly. And him, feeding my br
Part two. The soft sound of the wind chime clicking together through the wind filled the air while the breeze continued to dance around the curtains. It must have been the first time where the silence didn't instil terror but brought a soothing calmness and tranquillity with it. Regardless of the fact that even though there was a certain feeling of desolation that was present in the atmosphere, I let myself breathe the calmness that the breeze didn't fail to provide. Unknowingly, my gaze swept back towards the middle of the window where the wind chime remained hanging delicately. I seemed to have been transfixed by it as it kept on moving and making a musical tone and yet I was seeing nothing. My eyes kept on gazing at it blankly with a wide range of thoughts clouding my brain with possibilities. With my mind occupied by the event which took place in the last couple of hours or was it more than a few hours…I couldn't say. I wasn't sure nor I might have been at the right level of my mi
20— The underworld! “A human mind is the strongest invincible weapon above all which could only be destroyed by itself.” — Saumya Tripathi The Khans: one of the few powerfully strongest hierarchically structured families in the entire cosmos standing proud, determined and invincible with every cell in their body. Having accustomed to not bending their knees for anyone in any circumstance, they gain influential respect over the years. Speaking of which, not just countries which appeared to have under their thumb, they were the ones known to be running the continents as well. Led by just one— merciless, ruthless and most feared person: Shreyaaz Ahmed Khan, the godfather; businessman and strategist. The only man across the entire root of the Mafia world who held the position of control of power and respect within the same hand. Holding the ultimate power over the continents, his presence incited nothing but fear, the acclaim of commitments and mental torment among the people. Above all
Part two. Spreading out the dark, thick— tall oak door, both the gangsters entered, unsteadily with long strides. With broad shoulders and shades covering their eyes, Uzair walked in with security following behind him. His features were very well-schooled and straight. "Good evening, Godfather!" They wished simultaneously, lowering their necks in respect for the capo dei capi. "Regardless, boys! Have a seat, both of you. We have a state of affairs, might I add a very perilous situation on our hands to look over." The godfather deduced, dismissing any formalities. “The matters seem simple yet it is but.” "What is it, Godfather?" The underboss asked, face impassive, voice as cold as an iceberg, taking a seat while nodding in the direction of eleven other heads of the Mafias of different countries, seated on the leather-comfortable revolving chairs, when they nodded at him back in respect. "No formalities, gentlemen." The godfather ordered. He stood before them, in front of the hea
21— The flashback! It is true when said: Words are invented to fool people. Isn't it? The truth lies in the eyes. Or they can be deceiving too? Because I think they do, depending upon person to person with the active motive in their heads. — Saumya Tripathi “I don't plan on ever letting you go…” the heat in her eyes offered both agony and comfort to him when he imagined her emotions through the vision he had made up in his mind of her. There comes a point in every human's life where they have a thin thread of sanity connected to them through something: it could be anything. It could be a possession of things, it could be an inanimate object that they had a sentimental connection towards or more likely it be a person. Concerning his sanity—it was her. Radhika was that person to him: his sanity. It brought peace to him. She brought peace to him. He seemed vaguely in pain when recollecting the memories which still left nothing but a laceration infected. “I won't let you go..” th