LOSING YOU

Chapter 81- Darce Died?

My eyes fly open, I immediately sit up and look around the room. It's empty. Suddenly, a drop of sweat falls in my eye. Causing it to burn. What a way to start the day.

"Shit!" I groan as I rub my eye furiously to get rid of the irritation. After sometime, my eye feels better. I blink a few times and get out of bed. My eyes meet the mirror near the window and I'm immediately taken back. I realise that I've been crying in my sleep. I've had a typical nightmare. It's been months since I last had them... I don't even remember the last time I had a nightmare. I go to the bathroom and open the cabinet, I take out a pill for precautionary purpose and gulp it down. Next, I make my bed and leave the room. I watch Ava hurriedly picking up her bag and wearing her heels. She looks at me and her expressions tenses. She looks... Angry.

"Good morning." She says in a clipped tone.

"Morning." I smile at her and look at the wall clock. It's seven in the morning. We both usually leave together at eight thirty. I raise an eyebrow.

"I have a meeting at eight today, I'll be late." She says.

"Oh, okay." I say. She walks over to me and sighs.

"You had a nightmare." She says.

"I know." I nod.

"Why were you shouting Kabir's name? He did something to you in the dream?" She pouts. I flush red with embarrassment.

"No, it was about Vivaan." I tell her.

"Then why were you saying Kabir's name?" She asks. I shake my head and sigh.

"Answer me, Siya. Why did you take his name?" Ava demands.

"Because he makes me feel safe. He used to wake me up and hug me tight when I had a nightmare. He protected me." I whisper. I feel angry at myself as hot tears start pooling in my eyes. I miss his touch, I miss his smell, I miss his warmth. I swear I don't want to.

"Oh, sweetheart..." Ava looks at me and pulls me into a hug. I snuggle into her and try my best not to cry. But, the heart is a bitch. Ava comforts me and leaves once I'm done crying. I go to the bathroom, get dressed and leave for office.

Once I reach the bank, I'm astonished to see a huge crowd in front of the building. Journalists, paparazzi, reporters and a lot of people from the media world. As the driver gets closer to the bank, the car gets surrounded by the gathering. There's a little bit of commotion audible in the car which, I believe, is far more soft than whatever the noise is outside. My driver somehow manages to bring the car in front of the entrance and a group of bodyguards stand shoulder to shoulder on either sides of the door of the car, giving me space to step out without being crushed. I feel confused. I feel scared. I've never witnessed so many people gathered together, that too hyper and weird. The driver comes out of the car and opens my door. I quickly step out of the car feel nauseous as the noise pierces my ears. I hurriedly walk towards the entrance of the door, while the two lines of bodyguards on either sides protect me from the crowd. Natalie, my secretary, opens the door for me as I step inside. She silently takes me to my office and throws her hands on the table before I get seated. She turns towards me, fear and anxiety filled in her green eyes.

"What happened? What is the commotion about?" I ask her. I watch her shiver.

"Ma- Ma'am, Mr... Mr Reynold Darce..." She stammers.

"What Mr Reynold Darce?" I step in front of her.

"He... Today morning, he- he committed suicide." Her words hit me, right in the gut. Darce. He died. He killed himself. Shit. Could this day get any worse? I make the biggest mistake and turn on the television. There are helicopters and vans surrounding the bank. People are screaming and creating a chaos. Fucking awesome. I tell the staff to relax as they all get worked up. We all get back to work and pretend as if everything is going fine. My mail is flodded with messages of the clients and the board memebers. I don't recieve anything from Kabir's end. Luckily, by evening, the area around the bank is cleared up. My phone rings.