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CHAPTER 49 - LUCIFER

HIM

"Kuch nahi hone dunga..."

(I'll not let anything happen to you.)

The first time I saw her cry, weren't these my words when she had clutched onto my arm and looked at me with fear in her eyes when Aditya had told us to get her injected with antibiotics?

Wasn't her innocence the aspect of hers that stirred waved inside of me and anytime I saw her trembling with tears, the impulse to comfort a sheer stranger, now that I look back, doesn't it look like it was meant to be, it had to be, I had to be there for her, I needed to be there for her, whether she asked me to be or not. Every time I saw her in discomfort, the demons inside me wanted to raze anything and everything that had caused her to cry, to feel pain, to sob to whimper, and just like I feel about my family, I had started to feel about her, since the very day that I had seen her. Something about her being not okay did not sit well with me, whether it was her inhibitions about the antibiotics or now, that she sobbed piteously in front of me.

I hated to admit, I was the reason. Then, and now. Back then, I had hit her with my car, well of course unintentionally, that landed her into the hospital and now, I blackmailed her into marrying me, which was the reason for her hiccups, her thrusting her fist into her mouth as she sobbed behind the shut doors of the staircase, thinking nobody could see her.

My plan to get us out of this was not the most favorable of all, and I hated to dawn more misery upon her already devastated state, but I was not going to let love and family slip off my hands just because her father wanted to. Honestly? I would have loved to have a conversation with him, as to why was he doing whatever he was, and if he had a problem with me, it would only be right to come up at me and not use his daughter as a pawn, but if all of it would have been this simple, it would have too good to be true, anyway.

And too good to be true are often a mirage. And I was too ahead in my journey of being the villain to a sobered one, that I had learned to recognize phantasms.

Was I the villain? In the eyes of those who had loved and lost, yes. Only if they knew that just like any other good man, The thought alone made me scoff, I had offered people a chance. A chance to fuck off. A chance to redeem, a chance to either come clean or leave my loved one alone, but if they thought of it as a vague warning that held no power, I made sure I showed them,

I do not fucking joke when it comes to those I loved.

"Anna! Sidannna!"

"Sidhaanth watch out! She's coming for you!"

"I am ready princess! You know I'll catch you!"

Her giggles echoed across the dim sky and an eerily shushed bungalow.

"You cannot!" She broke into another peal of laughter when she realized I was coming closer to her.

"I know you're here somewhere!"

*Bullet fires*

"Anna?" I felt Samira's voice in my ears, which had now begun to fade away the memory sprouting in my head.

"Ye-yes." I said turning away from the shut door of the staircase as I looked at her with furrowed brows, my heart beating louder in my chest as I had just visited the grimmest day of my life.

"Where is Suhaana?" She asked holding my hand and leading me to the nearby bench.

"Uh, Samira, can you please get me a glass of water, I - I feel dizzy." I feigned exhaustion.

"Sure Anna, I'll be right back."

"Suhaana?" I called for her as the door swung shut behind me.

"Go away!" Her muffled voice made me awe at her innocence.