Dons of Punjab: Fluke of Reality✔️

Chapter 20

Amandeep Singh Aulakh

The days dragged on, stretching into weeks, each moment heavier than the last. The pain in my heart never lessened—it only grew sharper, cutting deeper with every passing second. Prabh had disappeared from my life, leaving behind nothing but a hollow emptiness that refused to be filled. It was as if she had never existed, like she had been a beautiful dream that I had suddenly woken up from, only to be left in the harsh reality of my loneliness.

I searched for her everywhere. Every street, every crowded market, every quiet alley—I walked through them all, hoping, praying that I would catch even the smallest glimpse of her. But no matter how many places I checked, no matter how many faces I scanned, she was nowhere to be found.

It was as if she had vanished into thin air.

The ache in my chest refused to fade. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't eat. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw her—her bright, stubborn eyes challenging me, her laughter echoing in my ears, her warmth lingering like a ghost I could never touch. She haunted me.

One night, unable to bear the silence of my empty house, I found myself in my study. The room was dimly lit by the soft glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the walls. My hands trembled as I reached for a small, old photograph on the shelf. It was worn from the number of times I had touched it, the edges curled slightly from my grip.

It was a picture of us.

Her smile was radiant, her eyes full of life, and I—standing beside her—had been happy. I traced the outline of her face with my fingertips, my throat tightening.

"Where did you go, Prabh?" I whispered into the still air. "Why did you leave me?"

I leaned back in the chair, the weight of my own thoughts pressing down on me. I was alone. Truly, completely alone. My parents were gone, their absence still an open wound in my heart. My brothers had all moved forward, building families of their own, finding love, finding happiness. And me? I was stuck here, longing for something I could no longer have.

But what hurt the most wasn't just that she was gone.

It was that she had left because she hated me.

She despised me.

And yet, I couldn't stop loving her.

I clenched my jaw, my hands balling into fists. How could she not see it? How could she not understand what she meant to me?

She was everything.

Her smile could brighten my worst days. Her laughter—God, her laughter—was the only sound that had ever felt like home. The way she looked at me, even in anger, made me feel alive. Every moment with her had been a battle, but I had cherished every second.

And now?

Now, she was gone, and I was willing to burn the world down just to bring her back.

I slammed my fist against the desk, the sharp pain grounding me for a moment. No. I wasn't going to sit here, drowning in my own misery. I had already wasted too much time.

I needed to find her.

And if she thought she could run from me forever, she was wrong.

I picked up my phone and dialed the one person I knew could give me answers.

"Rohan," I said the moment he answered, my voice low, controlled, but deadly.

There was a pause on the other end before he responded, his tone wary. "Aman... What do you want?"