His Fragile Rose. [Completed]

The Onset Of Annihilation.*

* -- A very important Chap. DO NOT MISS.

This chapter is the root of the story. If you don't feel this chapter, then the story will feel ashes to you. So read it carefully. Silent readers, comment on this one chap. I want to know what everyone feels about it. SO COMMENT.

Note - Another mention of abusing the gay word, I'll be muting you. The haters of Aksh-Aarush's bond, bear this one chap. I won't advice skipping this one.

Song - Phir bhi tumko chaunhga. Can someone make a playlist for this story, chapter wise? I'll be grateful.

Last day of voting for the nominations. Go guys, vote. And this update is especially for the ones who've voted. Thank you.

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"A love, where loving hurts,
hating hurts and letting go kills."

_Aastha.

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Aksh Singhania's P.O.V.

Flicking off the cap, I chugged off huge gulps of the strong burning liquid, letting it smear me with nothing but numbness. Wanting my sanity to float into oblivion, and the choking words that rung in my ears, stop. The voice inside my head, prominent more than ever, driving me into absolute nuts, and I didn't know whether it was increasing my remorse, hate or helplessness.

Feeling movement across me, I looked up, only to find Aarush sitting in front of me, cross legged. I didn't dare to take another gulp though my heart protested. I waited for few moments but he didn't speak a word, making me breath out.

"Champ." I finally spoke, but he rather looked at the bottle in my hands.

"How does it taste, bhai?" I moved the alcohol bottle further away from his reach. "Must be heavenly for you to drink it even after knowing the consequences." I sat like a guilty kid, who was being scolded for being naughty.

[Bhai/ Bhaiyuu- Brother.]

"What- no!" I snatched the bottle away, slurring a little as he tried to take it from me. "What are you doing?" I tried to give him a stern look. He shrugged, "I want to drink too."

Stubborn head.

"Aarush Aksh Singhania!" My protective instincts kicked in at once. "You are not even touching it." My tone hardening.

"When I say you are my role model, my hero, I mean it. And which in turn means that I'll follow your footsteps. So if you drink, I drink. Isn't it only fair, bhai?" He wasn't sounding angry, rather gentle as if he was explaining me something very logical.

I casted my eyes down, confessing softly, "I don't want to drink, champ but-" My voice turning softer, "The voices just won't go away, champ."

"The ones inside your head?" I nodded. That was our bond. He understood me, and unlike everyone who just shunned me away, he stood, strongly believing that there was much more to the story. The things which I don't even confide with myself, I do that with champ, and mehuu. But she was no longer an option to release my feelings after I've broken her.

"You have to fight against them, bhai. Don't let them overpower you. Don't let them win against you." He loosened my fingertips around the liquor bottle, and took it away. "Your fight is not just with Rudra, and standing against the hate of Bhabhi maa and our family. The fight is also against these voices, against your own self, your self hatred. You've to fight against it all. And win."