Between The Singhanias

Chapter 18

*Trivandhan Mahal,
Sivri, Rajasthan.

Her hazel eyes widened has it stared into the dark. Aadya's little fingers clutched around the candle holder that felt double her tiny weight, she slipped into the brown flip-flops that she hated the most but had no choice but to keep it for her mother's happiness. She didn't liked brown.

Opening the lock of her room, she walked out the room and down to the stairs. Passing the different galleries where held the portraits and pictures of her ancestors, she walked down to the last staircase where a little figure sat on the middle stair.

"Finally I found you!" Squeezed Aadya with the little excitement in her little heart. The boy looked at her through his shoulder, his hazel eyes narrowed at her sight. "Stop making noise, you don't wanna wake the whole palace up, do you?" He scolded before shifting his gaze away from her.

"I don't like it over here, this place reminds me of Ramsay movies... there is no light of here to," complaining, she walked to him before keeping the candle down in front of them. Her eyes shifting to the moon that was directing towards them through the open window. The half moon pendant around her neck glittered coming in the contact of the illuminating moonlight before she sat beside him.

"The light has just gone for a few hours, stop complaining just like the little kid you are," he whispered before looking down at the silver key in his hand. "You are saying as if you are 25 year old. .. and what are glaring at?" Aadya snatched the key from him as he yelped in helplessness.

"It is nothing," he defended himself.

"Is this the key to Heer Mahal?" As if paying no attention to what he said, she asked, wide-eyed. His shoulders shrugged off but deep down inside, he knew it was the key to Heer Mahal. The forbidden part of Trivandhan Mahal.

"I'm showing this to Papa," before he could stop her, she ran down and he ran behind with a pale face. "Aadya! You are not showing this off to that man," his protest was dismayed off by her.

But there feet halted reaching in the Heer Mahal, the door wide open and sounds of screaming echoing through the thick wall. "Papa?" Aadya uttered behind the boy who shivered when Jairaj Singhania looked at the two with those enchanting green, completely a contrast of his evil mind.

With the axe in his hand that dripped blood, Jairaj was quick enough to walk up to them before the two could rush away. "What are you two doing over here?" He crouched down in front of them, holding Aadya's chin up but the stubborn little souls choose to be silent.

"It is considered to be bad coming over here as this makes the person bad also," stated Jairaj but Aadya's hazel eyes were still fixed on blood dripping from the axe.

"Huh?" He questioned again but the sound of the gunshot startled everyone present over there, even the mafia leader of the Singhanias.

The man in front of her had gritted his teeth before slamming the axe on the ground loudly, leaving Aadya to flinch terribly. "I want the whole Trivandhan family to be dead... no one should escape from here, Vijayraj," he growled.

Rather not caring about the two children, the bloodshed war began in the Mahal. "Baldev... take those Singhania bloods away." Through the sounds of the gunshots, a voice loudly made through, indicating them who were clutching on each other.

Before the two kids knew what were happening to them, Aadya was pulled up by her hair as he barged out of the room and into another dark room, the key long dropped in the struggle of to free herself.

And he stood helpless, beaten and brusied. All he could hear was her pleads, cries and screams but there was only darkness in front of his eyes before he completely drowned in it.