DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM| Full summary.
Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Three different lives entangled amid friendship, danger and chaos. Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches like a caged bird in control of your palms? Can a person become someone's obsession to the point of losing sanity? The chain of events revolves around Radhika, a young woman, grappling with the sudden loss of her parents in a tragic accident and leaving her responsible for her one and only toddler brother alone. Striving to preserve her sanity for her brother’s sake, she vowed to live for him and to protect him from the lurking dangers in the shadow of the world by any means necessary. If it may. Unfortunately for her, she faces another unbidden blow when she finds herself entangled with Uzair, a notorious and formidable mafia figure known as "the king of hell.” With hidden depths leading her on a path of danger, discovery, and unexpected love, and many secrets unfolding from her past that she didn't know of, at his arrival, will she be forced into a life she didn’t choose or will she be thrust into a life she never knew existed in the first place? Uzair, a young man at the age of twenty-five, stood as a towering figure with the stature of a giant among men, striking fear and demanding respect, standing at six feet two inches tall. In the shadowy realm of organised crime, he was known as a capo, a boss whose influence extended across cities and states, a formidable lord within the criminal syndicates. But this identity was nothing more than a carefully constructed facade, a mask he wore to protect his true self from the gaze of those who would harm the possessions he held dear to. To shield his authentic persona from the prying eyes of assassins and tyrants his true mission remained shrouded in secrecy, allowing him to navigate the treacherous waters of the underworld undetected. In his eyes, his mission was all clear: to root out the corruption and lawlessness that had taken hold, and to restore order to a world riddled with chaos and unbalanced power. It was a dangerous game of cat and mouse, yet knowing he couldn't just sit and watch so he became the player, the one who knew how to play with the precision and dedication of a true villain, hidden in plain sight. He desired nothing more than wanting to obliterate the lawless elements that plagued society, purging the world of its criminal infestations once and for all to its end. Contrary to the image he projected before her, he allowed her to believe he was the villain of the story. In truth, he was an undercover agent for the Indian intelligence, posing as a Capo. No wonder why his notoriety in the business world as a celebrated entrepreneur served as the perfect cover. To combat the heinous crimes afflicting the cities and nations, he embraced the guise of the very menace he sought to destroy from the roots of its origin. Trying to get revealed to the world as the dangerous underworld figure they feared while orchestrating the downfall of the criminal empire from within, he embraced his greatest challenge which lay in maintaining the delicate balance between his dual identities. With the burdened psychological toll of living a life shrouded in deception and lies constantly looking over his shoulder for threats from both the law and the lawless, was immense. He delved into his own self-morality of sorts. He wasn't just dismantling the criminal empire, no, but to do so without losing his own sense of self, humanity and morality in the process, was his real motive. Initially, fear gripped her when she was abruptly removed from her dormitory with her brother. However, as time unfolded, she began to discern the various hidden aspects of his character, previously concealed within the depths of his dark, obsidian eyes. The unpredictability of his shades was such a confounding storm and nerve-wracking to even realise what to comprehend from it. Unaware of when or how it happened, she found herself falling for him without having any reality of it. The moment was indefinable, occurring without warning, without a care in the world as sudden and unforeseen as a storm in the clearest of days. Seemingly, the looming question persists: will she be able to uncover the enigmatic layers concealed within him, the human he had become? The one under his scathed soul that he had been hiding since, god knows, when? Or perhaps fate has stored something much more than simply revealing deeper truths than she could have imagined from her past that she couldn't even fathom in her path? Will he easily permit her to delve into the depths of his being, into his psyche, and his heart, unravelling the shades he's harboured for untold years in secrecy without letting a soul know what kind of person he has become? Or the most important part: will he be able to jeopardise her life to let her understand him for their flourishing relationship under the weight of both of their troubling pasts? Crucially, can he find the courage in himself to disclose the truth about safeguarding her and Shaurya without making her suspicious of her forgotten traumatic past?The mysteries; twists and turns in every chapter with cliff-hanging ends would make the readers thirsty for the next chapters to be unveiled with excitement and dread, altogether. The unique love between Uzair and Radhika would make the story attractive and witty. A unique love story mixed with a thriller and mystery would make the readers perplexed and anxious regarding the ending. With an edge and cliffhangers in every chapter. And, trust me the story cannot be predicted until you, yourself don't read it. With an unprecedented twist, turns and dark humour amidst the story.
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Caution: Mature theme ahead. Horrendous night. “I am in no need of a blowjob right now. You can leave.” His tone sounded so cold. So unforgiving. “I-I am..” “You should better leave,” he was barely able to utter in a clear voice. “I don't need your assistance. Not today.” Her face turned red at his blurted reply. Feeling repulsed, she dismissed his words before moving forward to remove the empty alcohol bottle and almost-filled ashtray from beside him. “I- I am not here for that.” “I told you to leave.” A rough touch on her wrist bothered her. She tried looking into his eyes to grasp any gap to support her point. “I came here to check on you, Uzair.” “I am alive. Am I not?” His tone sounded heavy with all the emotional lumps he could feel in his throat, which, in turn, scared her. His behaviour with her. “So, leave.” He commanded. “Just let me check.” “Did I ask you to?” “No.” “Then stay the fuck away!” “You can hurt yourself or cause physical pai
17— His Insight. “It is so simple to be happy yet so difficult to be simple.”Four hours later.There, he sat on the counter in the kitchen, barely sober. With an almost non-touched plate of noodles kept beside him, a plate full of ashes in the ashtray, and two empty bottles of three-year-old Irish whisky laid horizontally near his thigh, he continued to smoke and get intoxicated without pause. The emotional pain he felt was too much to endure in this state. Putting the lean stick inside his mouth, he inhaled, lying down on his back on the oak table along with his spare hand at the back of his head. “Fuck!” He roared angrily. “Damn it!”With a scathing look in his eyes at the burning cigarette that his fingers held, he muttered,“Why does she have to defy my way every damn time?” Gasping the smoke out through his nose, “Why not for once she could do as she is told without me having to force her into listening to me?” He spoke out loudly in frustration, rubbing his face with force.
Prison. Wiping my tears, I kept mum, listening to him, and my breathing came out warm and dense.Cuddling my baby to me, I sat there nonplussed with fear of losing the only family left: my little Shaurya. Wiping my tears repeatedly from my hands, I steadied my brother, making him sit on the opposite side of him. Away—as far as I could get from him in the provided space.Silence.For a long moment, there was nothing but silence as I sat stiff and horrified with Shaurya on my lap. My crying had diminished with time. Nevertheless, my eyes and throat felt sore. And I found myself feeling dizzy and weak.Later on, there was a moment of pregnant silence in the already heavy air within the car. He spoke softly. "Don't ever cry like that. Ever! Do you hear me?" His voice held emotions of pain and anguish, though.As if he were a human. But I could be wrong. Because, logically speaking, how could someone like him even feel after having done something so monstrous to us? His face went pale w
Plead. "Just—just don't hurt him, sir. Please!" I articulated to him while both hands folded with entwined fingers in front of him beseechingly. “Please… Not him..” "I won't have to, you see, little one.” I stared. “If you will listen to me, I won't have to do a thing," he alluded, gazing yet again. “It's simple; just do as you're told.” The silence was what he got as voices inside my head started to chant out: You have to go with him now. You don't have a choice anymore. Do you? No. You couldn't exactly leave your little brother alone with them. With him! Would you? Another certain voice at the back of my mind shuddered out. Within my own turmoils of my inner notions, I did not realise what happened next as it spurted like flopping birds in the mountains. "We have wasted more than enough time already. I cannot afford to waste more time; moreover, let's just get going." Bending a little more in my direction, he took my hand, which was prodding in the grime of the splotchy road
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 in the tone, I inched back. “Why?” There was a catch in my tone. I wanted him to know what he wanted from me. I would never give it to him willingly. Not until 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 ch