Rewrite of my first book, the drizzling fire.
They have seperated their ways. Some things remained seen yet some remained hidden away in the time.
The water has no beginning nor the end, just like the anger which set his veins aflame.
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T H E N I G H T M A R E C O N T I N U E S
Shivaay stared at the newspaper.
"VOID bagged the deal worth 700 Crores."
He rolled his eyes.
He wondered why the newspapers used such polite words. Why couldn't they just write the real news.
The deal was snatched from the Oberois.
He mentally scoffed when he saw the news of another failed attempt of the company to save their name from the downfall.
Priyanka had done a good job at keeping her name hidden. What a perfect mystery it was.
A few years ago, his life used to revolve only around two things. His family and his company.
That was the Great Wall of Shivaay Singh Oberoi. His strength was his family. His passion was his business. And his pride was her. Someone who he cannot call his anymore. He traced his empty finger, it was adorned with the wedding ring. But not anymore.
There were slight tremors, which happened always when he was restless or agitated. The doctors said that his motor nerves have been damaged. Though they were treatable, the recovery is a long journey. They haven't healed completely, but the good thing was that he was now able to control the movements of his hands. Though not perfectly, the recovery was steady.
It was like a rebirth for him in a sense. He was starting everything new. To the point that it has taken him three months to get on his own legs. And five to take steady steps. Depression weighed heavy on him those months.
But managed to overcome them.
Not all of them though.
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(mentions of blood and descriptions!)
Shivaay was tossing and turning in his bed. His eyes closed and his forehead was covered in sweat beads. His lips were quivering.
"I have never thought I would be the one to say this, but you have managed to disgrace the name of the Oberois."
His hands fisted, pain spread through his arm. But he didn't wake up. He was trapped.
"It was all a play to you, wasn't it? Mr. Shivaay Singh Oberoi."
Om. It was him right? The man who strives for truth and morals but didn't give him a chance to explain him.
"Just tell the fucking truth god damnit! Prove them wrong."
His baby brother, who stood by his side believing that his brother could do nothing wrong was now holding him as suspect. Didn't he know that his bhaiya would rather die than do that?
