Lahat ng Kabanata ng HIS FATAL SHADES (BOOK-TWO): Kabanata 21 - Kabanata 30

The ghost of the past. Respecting the silence in the room, the underboss leaned his head over the chair, closing his eyes to soothe some of the unnerving experiences of the past. His thoughts were both chaotic and calming, both at the same time, just because she was the one owning the most part of it. His little bird, there was an ironic smile displayed on both of his cheeks just by imagining her face. Oh, how he wanted to protect his little one and her innocence despite being the ultimate reason for the chaos. He bit his lips; there was no doubt that he would let anything or anyone harm her in that regard; however, he was afraid of himself more than he was with others. He inhaled. How hard he wanted the accident to not have happened to her in the first place, but alas, it did. If he could, he would have time travelled just to stop her from hurting herself and losing her memories with it. Because if the accident had not happened, everything would have gone smoothly. Opening his ey

His raging heart. Uzair could hear his heart ringing in his ears. His hands that had stopped shaking began to shake again with sweat. He could feel a headache increasing as the situation settled inside his head. Just by thinking about those uncertainties roaming freely in his head, his mouth went dry. There was an urge in him to drink a lot of water to just wake himself up from such a worse possibility that his mind was brimming. Clutching his chest, he slammed against the wall. No, he could not dare to let his thoughts go astray. He had to get hold of himself! With that determination, he tried breathing out some of the stress from his body. “Nothing would happen to her, uncle. She'll be fine in no time,” he vomited out the words with great difficulty. However, he wasn't able to muster a smile. Shaam watched him with sad eyes and appreciated his courage. “I believe so, son.” “I know so, uncle. We need to have patience.” Shaam wanted to believe the boy, yet in the heart of a fat

The tragedy. “There are so many bruises on her,” he murmured to himself. There seemed to be something akin to disbelief in his tone. It wasn't the first time that he discovered it. Yet, it still made him feel nausea just by looking at it and thinking how much it must have hurt her. Gulping, he assured himself, “It will heal eventually; however, it's going to take some time.” Nodding at himself, he checked her body and arms too that were visible, examining her. A variety of blues and purples rested there. There was something precarious in the air where he stood. Not even he was able to pinpoint it because he was already willingly exposing his vulnerability without noticing it himself. Blankly staring at her, he pleaded with himself. Tears formed in the corner of his eyes while his lower lip started to quiver. His eyes were red and dull. It was almost as if it were lifeless. He slowly started to breathe in and out through his nose to keep sustained. With his jaws taut, his afflictio

23— Flashback- two! “Winning the battle is okay. But never choosing to feel defeat with failure is better.” —Saumya Tripathi Her accident had turned into a tragedy for him to bear. Even now, when he blinked to clear his vision, he was shaking somewhat still inside the memory, which refused to leave his mind even to this very day. Running his slightly shaky hands over his already messed-up hair, he clenched them together in his tight fists. His already gritted teeth made his jaws sharp-angled and his cheekbones more prominent than ever. At that moment he looked so different, maybe strange even if someone were to see him. He laughed out suddenly; his booming laugh was nothing but a haunted one. Stopping a few minutes later, with his hazy eyes, he let the other part of those haunting memories resurface. ••~•• “Who are they?” That sentence had Uzair frowning deeper than he realised. His hope was shattered by the truth, which his mind already knew to some extent. It was as if some

Ruin. "Hey, little princess!" The doctor gently waved at her, smiling softly to ease some of her fear, walking closer to the bed where the small form of Radhika lay reluctantly with hooded eyes due to high medication.She grimaced, seeing another unknown face in a matter of what felt like five minutes. She was irritated at this point. Radhika just peered without blinking in return. She did not reply either, just peered like the adamant child she was—at the added unknown member of the room. Eyebrows frowned together and lip full on pout, she repeatedly blinked in the direction of three unknown faces by straying her eyes. She just watched with her brimming confusion-filled large eyes at him at last. To the person with the white long coat who tried to talk to her again. “So, little princess, how are you feeling?”Moments passed by just waiting. No one really said anything. No one.Taking her wrist in his larger one and trying to start small talk with her, Lucas, amidst checking her vita