Part two. It wasn't like he did not care. He cared about people. He wasn't very sensitive whatsoever, but he wasn't insensitive either. And, he always bore a soft spot for emotions as intense as hers were but he knew well enough to entangle in that type of relationship she wanted. Physical. Sexual. Above all— ownership. Yet, he knew her obsession with him was quite preposterous and wrong. Morally wrong. Furthermore, she not only wanted a physical relationship but a fully committed one at that, which he could not give her. Ever. It was someone else's place from the moment they met for the first time since the beginning. Decades ago, she was close to his heart. Who had made his life preferable by just being in it? His little bird. Taking out his Aluminium Gold Treasurer, he lit it before puffing out the smoke through his nose. His obsidian eyes met with the darkest sea green of colours. Her eyes were as warm as an unstrung summer. Face as white as any white porcelain doll. Beautif
27— Unbound truth! (Part-3) In India, the main reason for intricate problems aren't just poverty and hunger and unemployment, but also terrorism; outlaws and trafficking as well. —Saumya Tripathi “Your eyes are my own calm, little bird.” Her doe-like pumpkin-sized eyes were the sole reason for many questions about why he fell in love with her all over again. Surprisingly, every time he found his thoughts wandering around, he felt her closer to him, by his side, standing near him. What a feeling was it to have her closer to him, just the place where she belonged. He could not forget the feeling of her tiny face in his large palm. His soft ambient pulse deafened his ears. The thought itself brought a calming effect on him which he was aware of. A soft grin replaced his straight face. Sometimes, the littlest of things can make you rise in love. With her by his side, it felt no less than getting higher in the sky. Exactly like her shimmering volumetric diamond like-grin on her fa
28— stupefaction. Sometimes the betrayal doesn't come from others. It comes from us as we trusted others blindly when already knowing the consequences. —Saumya Tripathi “He did not lie at all,” his eyes appeared to have opened the gates of remorse. My mind was clouded with thoughts again. Thoughts that had me feeling completely ruined. How could he not? How was I supposed to trust the words coming from a total stranger? My heart was hammering against my chest. The said truth left me with more questions than intended with a wide range of possibilities in its wake. I wasn't that much shocked when this certain truth was fed by Shreyaanz uncle. However, it indeed left a hollow wound inside of me when confirmed by the only person I trusted blindly. He should have let me know about all of this from the beginning. Shouldn't he? I was petrified and there was no doubt of it. Was it too much for him to just come clean with the truth? I guess so, perhaps that was why he didn't o
Part two. “Drink.”Taking the glass full of water from his extended hand, I drank. Time lapsed.“I have calmed down.”“Are you?” I blinked at him, nodding my head. “I will get you properly checked. Your anxiety seems to have worsened in the past few days.”I was silent. Because it was true. It was the third time in a row. We were both silent, trapped in our own thoughts of minds. “I am ready to listen.”Our eyes met. There was a moment when I had a feeling I was being scrutinized in his keen eyes. “Are you?” he finally asked.This time I nodded with determination shining in my orbs. “I am.” He nodded at me in return, taking a moment to consolidate his musings. “Whatever has been told to you by Shreyaanz is all correct.” Taking another breath of encouragement, I nodded at him to go further. I needed to be strong to get to the bottom of this. I was driven by wanting to know the actual truth. I listened with my ears wide open and eyes aghast with panic. “I need to know everythi
Part three.“Who might have given you the impression of you being lost?” I heard him chuckle. “You were never lost, my little bird.”We were silent for a minute or two.“W-we are in danger?” I was hesitant to know.“You are the danger, Radhika,” he sounded so serious. “However, you would be surprised to know someone volunteered to take both of you in their protection who is not scared of anyone, who I know as a conqueror.” “Shrey uncle?”“Uzair.”“People are that much scared of him?”“You would be surprised to know.”“H-he scares me,” I told him meekly. “He is the only fine line standing between you and them by protecting you from those people. They are death itself and the Uzair I know is the man of his words. “Oh, does he?” I was shaking literally. He would really never let me go then if it was true. “Your connection with him was way deeper than I could make you understand. You will be safer here with Uzair. It is the most secure place to be. He'll make sure of it.”Turning aro
29– A night of misery. “You can only be manipulated once for the same reason.”– Saumya TripathiRadhika just sat there, on the couch, shell-shocked regarding the spoken truth about her past which she never knew of, or rather some of them she did not remember either. Incensed and confused, still comprehending the truthfulness and articulations from her uncle's conversation, she found herself in a very hazy heap.The time flew by. Everything felt passionless now. She felt trapped, caged, and burdened by the truths. She did not know what to do, or how to cope. The fact of unveiling all the truths, she wanted to know from the beginning, had her feeling more vulnerable than not knowing them. Her whole body trembled while the temperature of her body felt to be dropping lower than it had been. Her tears told the story behind her despair accompanied by the weight of facts of the matter given to her. “Oh no,” she stuttered brokenly into the quietness of the night. Even the night seemed
Part two.“How can you be so sure about me taking everything from you when in fact I am the one who is fighting for the things you like for them to stay! Tell me why are you so adamant about me being the villain?” “Because you are a monster!”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 grin 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.
30– His ineffable anger. “Our opinions only matter to others as long as they agree to it. Otherwise, they are just words without meaning.”–Saumya Tripathi Last day of the week.Precise: a day before the departure to Dubai. Uzair was in the middle of a meeting when he felt the vibration of the phone in the underside pocket of his suit jacket. He ignored it, seemingly sensing nothing significant that could not wait. With that thought in his mind, he gazed at the screen in front of him, projecting the launch of another product, presented to him for approval, regarding its favourable opportunity and innovative ideas for fruitful results. His phone rang again while it continued to vibrate, without giving it a second thought, he let it. He made no move to pick it up. Concentrating on the man that was giving the presentation, he ignored it again. A few minutes later it rang again, vibrating inside. A maddening breath escaped his parted lips. Irritated by its continuous vibration, he took