Married To My Nemesis

CHAPTER 28 - JUST A LITTLE LONGER

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Hunched over the toilet seat, he threw up for the fifth time as the grip of his mighty arms tightened around his torso. He pulled away to wipe his mouth with the back of his hand as thick streams of tears rolled through the narrowed slits of his eyes. He pulled his mammoth weight off the floor as the insides of his palms held onto the rim of the seat, but his knees gave up this time too as his arms felt too frail to support his weight.

"Amartya? Are you there?" He recognized this voice, but his hazy brain could not process the need for him to speak up right in that moment.

"Amartya? Ama-" Rameshwar threw open the door that he had just pushed a little, when Amartya's helpless eyes met his uncle's.

"Amartya! Open your eyes! I need to call the doctor!" Rameshwar garnered Amartya in his arms as he scooched behind his sprawled frame. Amartya shook his head as he laid it upon his uncle's forearm, stretching his legs towards the bathroom door.

"No," He whispered, his fingers subliminal making their way to his drenched curls.

"What are you doing!" Rameshwar freed Amartya's lustrous curls from the animalistic grip he had curled his hair into.

"Amartya, I know this is tough for you, but you are the only one who can save your brother and your empire from reducing into a mire -"

Amartya nodded as he rose from the arms of his uncle, scrambling onto his feet as he latched his palms onto the rim of the marble basin. He hovered over the sink before he turned the faucet on, leaning onto his left side, he extended his right palm under the stream of water before he collated some water into the palm of his hand and threw it aimlessly on his face.

"Amartya," He felt his uncles' hand over the expanse of his shoulder, as he met his eyes through his reflection in the mirror,

"You are godsent, but you're no God. You need to speak up when you're hurting - hurting like this -"

"Speak to whom?" The agony in his baritone almost made Rameshwar tear up. He fluttered his eyes to avoid looking right into Amartya's deep melancholic ones,

"Amartya, what is being done to you - is not right." Rameshwar turned around on his feet, as he took a few steps further from his nephew.

"Amma is helpless. I have seen the accounts, Uncle."

Rameshwar suppressed the urge to let out a mirthless chuckle. "Amartya, there may not be many men as powerful as Gopal Reddy, but there are indeed a few. Think about it."

"I know he must have blackmailed her, and if she can partner with her husband's murderers for her family, I can atleast keep her word, Uncle."

"You don't know her yet, Amartya -" Rameshwar could not help himself as he saw Amartya build a pyre for himself.

"Just because she is your mother doesn't mean she will play with your mind like this-"

"Amar! Amar, why are you not ready yet? And what happened to your eyes? Are you not feeling well baby?"

Sridevi pounced at Amartya when her eyes fell on her brother. Amartya turned around as Sridevi touched his head and face, her fearful eyes roaming around his pale face for any hints of her truth being out -

"I am fine Amma, it's just - I think I must have eaten something bad."

"I told you to not eat from the awful tiffin box! Who knows what kind of produce they use for the food -"

"Amma, it's not the tiffin, I promise." Amartya collected her palm in his warmer ones as he kissed the tips of her fingers to calm her down.

"I will call the services today and make sure no more of those god awful tiffins are delivered to this household."