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DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM Full summary.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM Prologue.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 01— After three dreadful months.
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
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 02— Forcing me against my will.
02—Forcing me against my will. “Forcing someone to love you can only make them detest you more.” —Saumya Tripathi “Ssh…slowly.” There was something on my cheek that kept on touching it. My psyche invaded without halting with hazy thoughts in my mind before I could even open my eyes. The thoughts were merely hazy and twirled groggily inside— in my head which I tried to get hold of with my crumbled memories. But I could not succeed. “Shhh…you are safe, little one.” When my mind came back to its senses, I felt something rough strolling gently in a circular motion on my left cheek which was rather sore. The touch was gentle and smooth. However, my cheek seemed to be itching. I so wanted to itch and get relief, nonetheless, I stayed, unmoved and confused about almost everything. “Keep still. Otherwise, you are going to hurt yourself.” Albeit, I tried to open up my eyes but it was of no use, my upper eyelids felt too heavy for me to open them. I tried getting up as well but, it fe
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 03— Tears of anxiety and anguish.
03— Tears of anxiety and anguish. “Words mean nothing until and unless it is felt.” — Saumya Tripathi “Doesn't everything feel strange?” With a lump in my throat and a tight feeling in my chest which seeped into the veins, I exhaled with difficulty. He left without even sparing a single glance my way. That was the only question which was resounding in my psyche, all together as if everything was normal for him. Minutes ambled by. . . Standing there, alone in the foreign room with just my little brother and me, and no- one else: just us, I stood stunned and, most probably confused and dumbfounded. I wasn't able to proceed regarding what had happened. But the heavy questions remained in my mind, hovering over me, disturbing me with more questions to which I didn't have any answers, unsteadily revolting me to no end. Why would he want us here? What would he get while abducting us? Why was he forcing us to stay with him? Who was he, anyway? With the heart in my mouth, everythin
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 04— Unexpected.
04— Unexpected. “No doubt the future is unexpected. But the present stays in our hands. Decide wisely because every action is reflected by what you chose.” — Saumya Tripathi The future has always been unexpected. Yes certainly. No- one knows what could happen next. Nor anyone will. What the prospect beholds, still would be surprising to all humans. If anyone had known, there never would have been anything done wrong with anyone. Never— with anyone in any situation. Wouldn't it have made life so easy if that was the case? My throat suddenly felt tight and constricted. Breathing came out small and shallow. I was scared. Who wouldn't be? My knees began to shake slightly, and I was afraid— afraid because I thought I was going to fall. I curled up my fingers into tight fists to make them cease trembling too. I was trembling, visibly. He began to walk towards me, I could perfectly hear his heavy shoes across the room, hitting the marbled base under his very weight, loud and clear in
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 05— Miserable.
05— Miserable. “Healing is never easy. It is the most painful and hurtful path. Yet it is essential for the growth of humans in mental, physical and psychological states. Trust the process.” — Saumya Tripathi Although sleeping, my brain was already replaying the disconcerted scenes that I'd suffered yesterday night. Everything came hiking back in a hurried rush. I was stuck somewhere in a state of sleepiness and drowsiness. I was so confused when I woke up. My thoughts were hazy and everything looked different. I wasn't even in the state of consciousness, fully. I blinked rapidly the cloudiness of sleep from my eyes to see; to make out my surroundings. Regardless of my hazy thoughts and confused slumber, I tried to remember but nothing came to mind. I felt tired and groggy but eventually, I sat up unsteadily still pondering over the situation. Promptly, my breath hitched up when I let my eyes wander around all over the enormously— huge and spacious room. Why was I here? This wa
DIFFERENT SHADES OF HIM 06— A word with my Saviour.
06— A word with my Saviour. “And in the end, we all need a friend who would listen to what we have to say.” —Saumya Tripathi “Wouldn't life be simpler for once?” Ebbing away the feeling of apprehension, I chanted, and chanted repeatedly, drowning myself in my own belief that I would go. I will go, implicitly. "I'll soon be away from here. I just have to be patient and wait for the right movement to flip and escape." I contemplated inwardly. Reconciling, I enthused and sighed constantly for a few seconds before it was cut short. "Don't be so imaginative about your never happening escape plan, my little dove. It will not work nor will I let it happen since I'll be making sure of it," he piqued at me incredulously as though reading my psyche's talk. In spite of jumping at his all-so-sudden tone, the first time my temper flared and I glared up, defiantly at him. Persistence and determination were what cannot be snatched away from anyone. Not away from me. Both of them were i
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