INVISIBLE PASSIONS : When Hate Becomes Love

CHAPTER 42 - Mehak back to USA

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SIDDHARTH'S POV

after sara left i too came to office

Watching Sara leave was like a piece of my heart walking away. Her tearful eyes and the way she called out "Mumma" to Mehak echoed in my mind as i returned tonmy laptop screen . Sitting at my desk, i tried to focus on work, but the memories flooded in.

The house will felt eerily quiet without Sara's laughter and playful footsteps. i will missed her presence, the way she lit up the room with her innocence and enthusiasm. i couldn't shake off the feeling of emptiness that now pervaded .

As i stared at my laptop screen, trying to concentrate, i couldn't help but wonder if i had made the right decision. Had i done the best thing for Sara by sending her with her biological parents? Would she be happier with them?

"ofcorse she will be happy", i tried to reassure myself

i am already missing her questions, her hugs, her presence. But deep down, i knew that we had given her a chance at a real family, something they could never provide.

With a heavy heart, i buried myself in work, trying to distract myself from the emptiness that now surrounded me again or it was never gone?

i knew that it would take time for my family and specially mehak to adjust to life without Sara, but i also knew that i had made the right choice, no matter how much it hurt.

but i don't know why i am loosing my brain, i have fires 17 employs today, even my PA was scared to come to room,

i am really not angry it just , it is i peacefuly talked to them , bjut there brains are made up of garbage, ........... fuck everything i went to basement of where those bastars were tied , who tried harm orchid and sara,

The dimly lit room reeked of death and vengeance. I stood there, my breath ragged and my hands trembling slightly from the exertion. Blood covered every inch of my skin, splattered across my face, soaked into my clothes. The sight was grotesque—a mass of dismembered bodies lay around me, each piece a testament to the fury that had consumed me.

I had beaten the life out of them, piece by piece, limb by limb. The blood that now pooled around my feet brought a disturbing sense of calm, a twisted satisfaction that these monsters could no longer harm Mehak or Sara. But this peace was fleeting, tainted by the lingering anxiety about Sara's safety.

The memory of her innocent face, her tear-streaked cheeks, and wide, fearful eyes haunted me. I needed to hear her voice, to know she was alright. With blood-streaked fingers, I fumbled for my phone and dialed Raj's number. Each ring felt like an eternity, but finally, he answered.

"Siddharth, what's going on?" Raj's voice was steady, but I could detect the underlying worry.

"Raj, I need to know—how is Sara?" My voice was rough, strained, each word a struggle to push out past the exhaustion.

There was a brief silence, and I could almost hear Raj's thoughtful pause. "She's okay. She's with us, and we're taking good care of her. She misses you and Mehak, though."

Hearing Mehak's name hit me hard. I glanced around the room, taking in the scene of violence I had wrought. "Tell her... tell her we love her and we'll see her soon. Make sure she feels safe, Raj."