My Strong Secretary (Riansh ff)

Chapter 26

Riddhima

"You will lose your powers" I had heard, my heart trembled. I shouldn't be numb and cold all over when all my life I expected all these powers to go away, I had always looked at them like they were a burden. I had to even take steps carefully just so that everyone around me stays safe. I was always walking around in egg shells in my childhood. I could never enjoy a normal childhood.

And that was why I despised my powers, I absolutely hated it. I always prayed to god and my ancestors who had gifted me with these powers to take it back and give me my childhood, a normal childhood. My parents were always careful with me, like I was a freaking land mine that would explode any second.

I hate that feeling, but now that I think about it, I suddenly am scared about losing my powers, what triggered that feeling inside of me, I honestly don't know. But it was there, a heavy feeling outweighing everything else. It felt like I was about to lose a limb. I hadn't realised when I had grown so attached to my powers, but I had.

My world spinned around and my heart clenched. My breathing got denser and my heart palpitated. My mind was fuzzy, but I knew what to do. I walked around, holding a solemn look. He was there sitting on the couch, deep in thought. I cleared my throat and got his unwavering attention.

"We need to talk"

I got it out to him and he seemed confused, his eyebrows furrowed and he looked around a bit trying to think why I would tell him that, out of the blue. He, hesitantly, nodded and I motioned for him to stay seated.

"Approximately, one week from now, I will lose my powers" I saw his eyes widen and his eyebrows furrow in shock. I continued, "and I will not be able to help you out of whatever situation you are in, hence, it will be better if you step out of my house, gather enough evidence and show it to the police and media, they might help you out. The point is, I can't help you any longer." I told him honestly because without my powers, I was as useless as  anyone could get.

I will not be able to provide security, two days till this cover is blown off too. The only thing he could do was get out and seek real help from  police. That will be his only salvation. "What do you mean when you say you will lose your powers?" He asked disbelieved and tensed. "It is as I said, my powers will be gone." I repeated myself again, yet this time, I sounded cold and distant.

Five minutes ago, my mother called, she had the sacred chart of our bloodline and it stated that the twenty-fifth descendant will lose their power on their twenty-third birthday, eventually leading to their heart to bleed internally and death on spot. It was a curse placed by some shaman who was angry at one of our ancestors.

Hence, my fate line ends that exact day, I will die a week later, and I would be damned to let him know. Hence, it's better that he be dismissed. It will be the best for both of us, I don't know why I am feeling weird though, about no longer having powers I grew up with and dieing soon. I have no problem with death, I always knew death is inevitable and it would come one day or the other, but, this just feels not good.

I sound like a fool, I shouldn't, I should probably chase that man out of my life. I needed to, somewhere in me, I wanted to tell him, that I will cease to exist too, but that was useless. Why should I? And how does it matter? To him, to me. There was no need for him to know those, all he should be concerned about is his own safety and reputation. Which I no longer can help with.

I stood up from the chair and walked out of the place, there was really a suffocating silence and I did not like the feel of it. "Have I done something wrong for you to behave like that with me?" I stop on my tracks and look back at the person who spoke the words. With an aloof expression, "No, you haven't, it is just my powers." Leaving no room for argument, I left with saying those words.

Only I knew, how hard this week was going to be. My mother when she called, I was surprised to hear emotions in her tone which was rare for my mother was never one to show emotions. She was strong and emotions never affected her, she controlled her emotions and not the other way around. My father was the one who truly made us feel loved.

My mother loved us from the dark. Doing things silently was her way to show affection and love. She may seem cold, distant and aloof, but she loved us dearly. She would make us feel loved through her gestures, some people thought that our mother did not like us at all, but that was her facade, a way to keep staying strong.

Emotions are not weakness, but she was never able to express much throughout her whole life. Her family, us, would understand through the gestures how she was feeling. That was how we understood our mother. Our family motto was, "Family comes first, family helps when in trouble, family listens and cares, family loves and is to be treasured."

She had told me, "Pack up and come back, this instant." the rare presence of sadness and the upset in her tone, made me want to cry, but if I wanted my demise to leave people not in pain, then I was to make sure, I did not show an emotion to them, specifically, crying.

Vansh

"Did you see that?!?!" I asked the person that stood in front of me, the one who kept me going through my childhood, my friend, the only one who knew my pain and emotions, Sky, no one could see him. Only I could.

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A/N: Okay, I am back and I will be ending this story in about four more chapters. It will be the end of this book. I will miss you all and the time with this book. I hope you like it and lastly, I am sorry for updating so late. There's no graceful way to say this, but I have been a b**ch and forgot about the existence of this book and hurt you guys'  feelings too. I just didn't know which direction to give to this book. But my lazy butt, came up with something and I know you guys will hate it. But, this is the only way I want to end it. Thank you and good night. Also, consistent updates, in four more days, I will end this book.