Bound by Fate | [✓]

46. The End?

Hazy Vision.
Distorted Voices.

And a throbbing pain starting from the back of my head to all the way down my body. It was extremely painful to even try to open my eyes. I felt physically drained.

"Get your ass up Atharva." I heard a voice which generally annoyed me but today I just felt thankful hearing it.

I groan pulling myself up and my hand instinctively shoots up to the back of my head.

"Abhi?" I ask trying my hardest to get my vision right and hope that my mind was not playing fucking tricks on me right now.

"Where is Evara? She is with you right?" I ask almost loosing my balance but then I move my body back until I am resting it against the closest pillar. And look at Abhimanyu who was crouched down in front of Amara trying to look at her face which was hanging down. A blindfold on her eyes and tied tightly to the chair.

"Eva Di? She was with you right?" Abhi asked his panicked eyes wandering between me and his concern flashing between Amara and the thoughts of where Evara is.

"Fuck." I punch the floor so hard in frustration that a few of my knuckles crack open and start bleeding.

I try to get all my strength built up as I stand up on my own feet and spin around the room looking every where hopong that Evara is there somewhere here. I hope that she was still in my fucking car.

I rush towards the living room only to find Advik waking up with his very own splitting head ache.

I go up to him kneeling down immediately and shake his collar with every single every sort of Hope that Evara had not followed him into this fucking house right now.

"Where is Evara?" I ask and notice how the colour in his eyes drains completely.

No.
No.
No.
No.

Not again.

Fuck I can't let Darsh take her.

I can't let that sick bastard who views woman as nothing more than an object and a gratification of sex get away with my Evara. She can't survive if anyone apart from me touches her.

And I won't stay sane enough to not kill every human in this world if Darsh laid a finger on a single strand of hair on her body. I will literally skin him alive. And torture him to death.

He will beg for death.

I swallow the feeling of extreme fear down my throat and look at the clock.

I had been out for a good thirty minutes.

I felt the weight of the world on my shoulders.

Evara had been the reason I lived for so long. She had been the hope in the darkest nights. She had been my longest journey of acceptance, avoidance, grief and most of all my only redemption.