Burning Hearts

15. 𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐲?

Chapter-15

Author's POV

The night was dark and tempestuous.

The atmosphere was heavy with moisture. Except for the occasional bolts of lightning illuminating the dark sky, everything was pitch black.

The resounding echoes of thunder, a mighty rumble reverberated through the air.

In the midst of the rain and the symphony of thunder and lightning, he stood still, lurking in the darkness, his gaze fixed upon a figure watching him from the balcony.

Her eyes widened like saucers, her lips parted in disbelief. Her heart pounded with a mixture of fear and anticipation as she watched him, standing in the middle of the road, stealthily moving through the shadows.

He was wearing a black hoodie and black jeans. His hands were tucked inside the pockets of a hoodie. His lips stretched into a small smirk, his eyes intently fixed on her struck form.

Her confusions were cleared.

Shiva is my stalker.

Ratha is his other identity.

Shiva and Ratha are the same.

As realisation crashed upon her, creeps travelled down her body.

With a rumbling thunder, The heavens opened up, unleashing a torrential downpour upon the world below. Raindrops, like shimmering crystals, cascaded from the sky, drenching the earth and everything in its path.

He blended seamlessly with the night, his form silhouetted against the backdrop of rain-soaked streets.

All it took for her to move her long-struck body was his one step.
She picked up the book and dashed inside the room, forgetting to lock the window behind her.

She was fumbling with the door when another thunder broke, sending her body into flight or fight mode.

Picking up her phone, she turned on the flashlight and sprinted downstairs. With everything, she didn't remember locking the main door.

Without looking here and there, she dashed towards the door and double-locked it. It was pouring heavily by now.

Leaning against the door, she heaved a sigh which came out shaky.

Bright arcs of electricity danced across the clouds, casting a soft glow on the shadow.

What looked like a distorted shadow, came into clear picture when she flinged the flashlight towards the right corner of the living area, just beside the window.

It wasn't a shadow. It was him.

Ratha

Shiva

Rowdy

Her stalker.

Or Psycho stalker plus killer in her own terms.

Her breathing stuck in her throat. She forgot to breathe. Even moving an inch seemed difficult.

With the lightning casting a raw glow on his face, his features became clearer and clearer.

His hair was slightly wet, and so was his hoodie. A few raindrops wetted his clothes which meant that by the time she came downstairs, he sneaked inside.

His eyes looked a shade lighter than they usually seemed. Perfect chocolate colour. There was something wicked glittering in his eyes. She failed to fathom. His lips curved into a small smirk, she knew it was a sign of mocking her for her losing condition.