He was oppressed by everyone around him, 'Love and care' were the terms used, for he inherits billions.
His voice was never heard outside the walls of his mind.
It was all until he realised what was happening around him. He started his game so quiet...
"Some things scratch the surface while others strike at your soul."
- Gianna Perada
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Vikram's POV
Saanvi's voice flowed around me, but I barely caught what she was saying. I was too distracted, watching the way her lips moved, the way they formed each word. It was almost hypnotic, and I couldn't help but focus on that rather than the lecture she was giving me.
The past two months had been a blur. Between recovering from nearly losing my life and the strange comfort of being confined to this room, I was still processing everything. I could feel my body healing, though sharp pangs of pain would shoot through me without warning. But emotionally? I was in a place I didn't expect—surrounded by the kind of love and attention I had been chasing for years, but had never truly found.
My parents, who had always seemed so distant, were suddenly right here, every day, by my side. It was almost like the near tragedy had shaken something loose in them, something that had brought them closer, not just to me but to each other. For the first time in years, I felt like we were a real family again. And, Adhi and Aria—they'd been my anchors. Especially Adhi, who couldn't stop blaming himself for what had happened. I hated seeing him like that, but Saanvi had helped him through it in ways I couldn't. She was always so good at that.
"Were you even listening to me?" Saanvi's voice suddenly cut through my thoughts, sharp and accusing.
I blinked, trying to bring myself back to the conversation, though I had no idea what it was about. "Hmm... yeah, I was listening," I mumbled, flashing her a guilty grin, hoping it would be enough to cover my tracks.
"Really, Vikram?" She crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, not buying it for a second.
"Saanvi," I said, trying to change the subject, "I won't leave this room without you or someone by my side, alright? You can stop worrying." I reached for her hand, giving it a playful tug.
She sighed, but I could see her irritation melting away. She stepped closer, and I took the opportunity to wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her even closer.
"Vikram! What are you doing?" she whispered, her eyes darting toward the open door. The thought of someone walking in made her tense up.
"What am I doing?" I whispered back, teasing her as I slowly got up from the bed. I could feel the adrenaline rushing through me as I tested my balance, pushing my body more than I probably should have.
I watched her, and for a moment, everything around us seemed to disappear. Her breath hitched, and I could feel the tension between us, the way our closeness was stirring something inside her. My heart started pounding in rhythm with hers, and I could feel the air around us grow thicker. I wasn't sure what this was—what we were heading toward—but I didn't want to stop it.
