My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 24

In a dark hallway, hesitant steps of a little boy, no more than five years old, could be heard. Sweat bubbled near his temples, as he took steps towards an awfully eerily silent, scary, room emitting dark aura.

Hands rubbed with each other, harshly. The kid stepped towards the room, another step. It was as if, the room had something. The little kids heart pounced against his chest.

Heartbeats increasing per second as he drew nearer to the room. Sometime, the little boy's heart skipped a beat too!

Anyone would think, 'Oh! What a poor boy!' and he was too. No doubt.

The kid thought, What will happen?

Will it happen again? As what would happen? Really. Surely nothing traumatic would it?

No, I will beg for not to happen. Why will thou beg? My mind wondered. Little did I know.

How will it play out? The kid thought a bit more, as he rubbed his fingers and hands too harsh, anxious perhaps. But for what?

I know I was wrong, maybe. What had the kid done to be scared as such? And to whom was he scared.

He thought too hard. Hands clasped in exasperation. With each steps, hesitation, anticipation and sweat doubled over. Oh what was behind that door, that scared this kid?

What would happen again that scared him so much, so nervous as to why?

Shaky and nervous hands reached towards the door as the kid stood before it. The kid took it back sharply, thinking of escape, but will he? His mind as if answered no to it.

Then, shakily went towards the door knob once again. Rubbing the other sweaty hand down the little khaki trousers the kid wore.

As he twisted it, he said, "May I come in father?" oh how he thought the answer was later, luck did not favor him. "Yes!" came a deep, threatening, dark voice that shot tremors down the kids spines.

Gulping his saliva, he entered. Father, they are not scary, they are amiable, aren't they? That's how fathers are supposed to be, right?

Dimly lit, the room was barely seen. Naked eye will not, but the boy did. It was his father's office room. He could pinpoint where was what.

Keen eye, he had. He noticed his father sitting behind those fancy rolling chairs, it had been a fancy one that came out that year itself.

Beautiful, sleek black.

A middle-aged man about 180 cm, would reach six feet easily. Even if he looked fit, something indicated that he was an older man. Could be the dark, emotionless aura and expressions on his face that decorated him like a lights on Diwali.

But his aura seems to scream danger. "F-father" the voice came out rather weak and intimidated. The man yet turned around, with the most intimidating face anyone had ever seen.

"Oh, Vansh!" he said, faking surprise. But his expression said otherwise. "Do you see what you have done?" the little boy's head dropped low.

"Well, the only thing that can be done is kill that gardener and his son." He decided. The little boy's head shot up with wide eyes, shock evident and why not, it was.

The kid had heard something so scary for the first time in his life. Killing, oh dear it's scary.

Tears forming through the little boy, Vansh's eyes. "All because of you, Vansh," teeth gritted and pure evil in his eyes. All because of him, the poor boy was traumatized, and to make all this guilt building inside him, worse, "in front of you." said the cruel, heartless man.

Guilt tripping him into believing that he was the reason. "You killed them, Vansh." His soul cried no, screaming in him telling his father to not kill those innocent people.

To not commit such a cruel and heinous crime.

"No!" I screamed.

A flashback, no, a nightmare, again. It was rare till now, until a few weeks ago it started again. Shit! I forgot my tablets again, must be the reason.

With all these stalking and threats, I must have forgot. Looks like my Anxiety got worse. I should go to a therapist. Will that be safe though?

With the situation at hand, I think its better to cope with it myself.

If only I could stop him and scream the no I did right now, then. I would have stopped two murders, two innocent lives from being snatched just because of my own stupidity.

I killed them, that's right, I was the reason. It is all because of me. When my father said that he would kill them, I was shocked. I did not think that would be the conclusion. If only I knew, it was going to happen.

If.... my therapist told me a decades time's that it was not my fault. I do not believe it, it is my fault, I have caused enough chaos by just being in their lives.

I can only ruin lives. I killed my own mother. Even if my elder sister Sia and Dadi don't blame me, deep down I know, I caused all this. I caused the death of their beloved.

I am... I am a... A curse... Yes, that's right, I am a curse. I am a bane to all. I am... "Sir? Sir? Sir! Sir!" a voice snapped me out of my trance. It was Ms. Riddhima's, oh dear, don't tell me, she saw me in such a vulnerable state.

"Sir, is something the problem? You seemed dazed and.. is it hot in here? You seem to be sweating, a lot." she asked, genuinely concerned.

If only you knew, how much of a curse I am, you would not be concerned about me, even if I were to die? You don't see the hideous face I have, the insecurities I have.

You would turn a blind eye to me too. Don't give me that much hope with that look of concern in your eyes.

"Yes, turn the A.C. down a bit, I am ok, and I think you should mind your own business." I gulped down the dryness in my throat. Hoping this keeps her far away from me.

As I am such a danger, a hazard. It is better for people to stay away from me, yes, it's alright.

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A/N: Ok, as per opinions, I will issue a timeline, Monday and Saturday, 6:00 pm IST. Expect chapter updates by those dates. And sorry, I am a bit late. Saturday is gone, right? Also, in this story, Sia is older than Vansh, I thought it will be good to clear that part. Happy Diwali to all! Happy Dhan Teras! Happy Kali Pujo! Stay happy and safe.