Part 2 of the Rajvanshi series.
To write a tale of emotions.
Of hate, of pain, of joy, of love.
What happens when faith plays it game to bring two people together? When the past of one threatens to rain fire on the lives they built together?
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Warning- Mentions of abuse
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I haven't woken up with a headache this bad in years. Last time was when i was in college and had a hangover. I want to carve my own brain out and throw it in a dustbin. I squeeze my soft toy, that I sleep with every night closer. It makes me feel less lonely. But the soft toy squeezes back.
What the fuck?
I open my eyes and look up at a face I did not expect and then the pain on my side brings back everything that happened yesterday. Waking up in his bed had been a stupid fantasy in my head for a long time but that kinda involved us both naked and stuff. I am kinda halfway there, since i am just in his shirt, but he is pretty dressed, a t-shirt and sweatpants. Satan is asleep, so I take advantage of it, he has one pretty face. I get out of his hold, borrow a pair of pants from his closet, since mine are of no use and pick up my stupid broken phone which is luckily still working and book myself a cab.
I give Satan one last look, he looks so calm and carefree. And there is no trace of the ever present frown on his face, that i am pretty sure only comes when he sees me. There are handsome men, there are attractive men and then there is him. He is beautiful. That isn't exactly an adjective you use for men but he is so gorgeous it hurts. But only when he is quiet. His beauty vanishes the second he opens his mouth to talk shit. I somehow find a paper, which is basically a tissue and a pen, and leave a little note for him.
I take the cab and go home. I have to go to the office. I don't really like living alone, going to the office and seeing people will only make me feel better. I peel his clothes off of my body and step inside the shower. The bandage on me is going to get wet but I'll dress the wound again. I've great experience of it. I haven't been attacked in six years. I was in Chennai, in college, the last time I was attacked. I uprooted my life from there to come to Delhi. I know this attack has nothing to do with the people trying to hunt me, but it still messes with the life I've built here. I've successfully accomplished everything I planned to. I have a career. People that treat me like a family. And well, Abhimanyu. I don't exactly have him, but he is mine. As obnoxious as that sounds. We have something. Some sort of connection. And that is exactly why he is never getting his clothes back.
I change my clothes and leave. Work is honestly boring today. And the day is moving slower than a fucking tortoise. But the entry of a certain Rajvansh was unexpected and his questions were problematic.
Abhimanyu Rajvansh entered my office like he owned it. He is dressed in his oh so famous suit, Giving me a scowl.
"What did I do now?" I look back at my laptop. There is nothing interesting on it but he doesn't know that. "Why the hell did you leave in the morning like a fucking thief? You could've atleast woken me up and said that you're leaving."
"I left you a thank you note. Did you not see that?" I ask him with a pout, that I hate but he hates it more and it'll rile him up.
"Oh yeah, Thank you for taking care of me Satan, I'll buy you some donuts to repay but don't you fucking dare tell anyone anything, especially your mother because she will worry too much. Bye."
