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
Part two. His stare turned into a cold malignant glare. “Don't test my patience. I have been very calm with you.” “I don't want anything from you. Leave me!” Tears stung in the corner of her eyes as she endured the pain he was inflicting on her. “Nothing! I want nothing from you!” “It is not up to you now. Is it?” “It is!” “Then you know nothing. Let me remind you of something,” he eyed her coldly. “I cannot let you flee because you don't want to stay here. I have made a promise to keep you and your brother safe. And I will.” She reared back. “No matter if you want it or not,” he was purely vicious with the words he was using. “I might scare you but they are very much formidable, vicious and willing to do to avenge whatever it takes,” he gestured to her trembling figure through his roaming eyes, “with that.” “Never,” she shook her head. “I am not scared of your words. You are just trying to scare me with your words to make me listen to you!” “Oh?” leaning forward, he almos
Full summary. Awdhesh. Radhika. Uzair. Will forcing your love on someone you think you are in love with would make them fall in love with you in return? Would that be okay to force someone to love you with the same intensity you love them with? Could stubbornly adhering to a purpose you think is right will make it morally right? Will it? Would that be morally right to crave someone's presence till they have become yours completely? Would your obsession with someone make you cross all the moral limits to just have your urges satisfied by getting them in your clutches? Could a person turn into an obstinacy? Because there seemed to be a person who could. • • • This is a story about a girl: Radhika, who lost her parents in an unforeseen tragic accident leaving behind a very small toddler brother upon her. Trying to keep herself sane for the sake of her brother, she intended to live for him somehow, and anyhow. A few months later, her life took a toll yet again on her, a
Prologue. He was a strange man, indeed. Our eyes met in silent gestures. "Shall we?" Leaning slightly downwards, he held out his open palm for me to take his. "You need to change that bandage too." And, his indolent grin was back on his face. Leaving no trace of depression on his face which he was showing plainly not a long moment ago. Blinking, I found myself placing my hand in his as we started to head back into the house. At that very moment, I realised six things of my own which were surreal: 1: Uzair was a very unexpected male with a very deep inside-concealed benevolent nature. (Which he didn't like to show at all to anyone.) 2: The world we were living in was very dangerous, maybe that was what got my parents killed. (Or perhaps it was actually a planned accident of which I wasn't still aware.) 3: I still did not know; how perilous a person Uzair was! (Or maybe he exactly wasn't what he liked to show himself to be to everyone else. 4: Everyone has a monster or a demon
01— After three dreadful months. “Life is never hard under the protective shades of our parents. The struggle starts when we decide to move out from that shade.” — Saumya Tripathi “If only you were here,” staring at the clear sky with little stars twinkling almost brightly, I muttered. “There is nothing the same with you both leaving us,” the welled-up tears in my eyes felt too heavy to carry. “Life has been so hard without you both.” It happened inexplicably. One movement we were fervently emitting family: just the four of us: no worries, no stress, no pain, no grief. Nothing. Just pure elation and extreme euphoria skirting around our household. Patently, yet another plausible pronounced merry family. LIFE- it gives you chances, a lot of them of that sort, to amend your mistakes. Mistakes that you would have made in the past whether you did them purposely or unintentionally. But at some point, it did happen. Whatever, they are a part of life without them we learn nothing. We ca