Book 7 of the Mangoverse
What's written in your fate, finds you on its own.
Collection of short stories.
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Connected to my book Hasratein but can be read on it's own.
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I knew this would happen, I knew I have enough boulders weighing down my shoulders that I would eventually crash anyway. And I still went ahead with it. I should've said no when chacha suggested a marriage. I almost said no. But then I saw her and my brain went dead only to let the stupid heart in my chest bleed.
She is so nice, so kind, so sarcastic. She is a perfect person and for the first time in years my heart wanted something, rather someone. I went to her father with a proposal for selfish reasons. My uncle wanted to strengthen the business alliance between us. I? I just wanted Tia. Nothing less, nothing more.
I thought she won't marry me, I'm mute or so I wanted to be. She agreed even then and since the day she has stepped foot in this mansion it doesn't feel so horrid anymore. She brings colours to it with her sarees. She brings music to it with her anklets and bangles. She brings life to it with her laugh. She made this place less of a nightmare.
She has made my days better and my nights worse. Every time I'm a step closer to her, my past comes to haunt me again.
You don't deserve love. Not after what you've done.
This time it was the worst. I knew touching her would cause me more pain but one taste and I couldn't stop. I would torment myself everyday just to have her close. But the cost is too high now. My T-shirt is still soaked with her blood as I run after her.
"Give me time Haider, I don't want to talk to you right now." This is it. She is leaving too. Just like everyone else. How do I stop her? I cannot impose myself on her. She leaves the house and I follow her until she gets into her car and leaves.
"What is all that blood Haider?!" Khan chacha stares at my clothes in horror then up at my face. I sigh. "Have someone follow her, make sure she is safe." He looks startled at my voice, as he should be. I never spoke, not to him or anyone. I haven't heard my own voice in more than twenty five years. It's hoarse now, but it's still there.
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I wait for hours but she doesn't return, she doesn't pick up her phone or answer any texts. I know she is safe, all because I had someone follow her. But her absence here made things worse. Her family is here, and I don't know how to tell them that their daughter ran away because I lied to her, since I lied to all of them.
I had come out in the forest for a walk but I now face three men and three women waiting for answers. "I don't know where she is." Jaws drop, eyebrows rise, and some foreheads sink in a frown. Yuvaan Rathore blinks at me, for the first time at a loss of words, while his wife looks at me the same way Tia did a couple hours ago.
"And does her leaving have anything to do with you lying about being a mute?" I don't dn't hate him but I don't really like him either. Vicenzo Lombardi is a crime lord, mafia or whatever the hell people call it now. And I have never liked people with an underlying note of violence to their personality. "What exactly did you do to Tia?"
