(HIS)#1His To Claim

1.| CHAPTER

AUTHOR'S POV-

The sun rose high in the sky, casting golden rays across the world. The birds chirped merrily, heralding the start of another beautiful morning. But for Abhimanyu, it was just another day to struggle through.

 He woke up early, hoping to lose himself in work and forget the pain of his past. The memories of his lost love, his shattered peace, and his once-whole world haunted him every moment of every day.

 Gone was the bubbly boy with a hint of shyness. In his place was a man consumed by anger and frustration. How could he be calm when his reason to live had vanished? He longed for the happiness and contentment he once knew, but it seemed so far out of reach.

 Abhimanyu searched tirelessly for clues about his world and his little flower. But every time he thought he was getting closer to finding her, hope slipped away like sand through his fingers. The pain of her absence was a constant ache in his heart. 

 As he lashed out at those around him, he couldn't help but wonder if he would ever find the peace he so desperately craved. Would he ever find his reason to live again?

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Abhimanyu pov

My eyes opened as the first rays of sunlight streamed through the window. With a deep sigh, I got out of bed and slipped into my jogging shoes. The morning breeze felt refreshing as I took my usual route around the park. After an hour, I returned to my mansion, drenched in sweat.

Without wasting any time, I headed straight to the home gym, determined to push my limits. Lifting weights helped me to numb my muscles, so I could endure the torment of hearing "NO" from everyone I encountered. As I lifted the heavy barbell, I thought about this countless times I had tried to find her and failed. The memories were still fresh in my mind, haunting me every day.

With all my might, I punched the punchbag, pouring out my frustration. The sound of my fists hitting the bag echoed through the room. I didn't stop until my knuckles started to bleed, but even that didn't deter me. I had to keep going until I found her, no matter what the cost.

Eklavya, my brother, shouted at me, "What the hell, bhai! It's bleeding again. Can't you stop torturing yourself?" I didn't respond to his shouting and kept walking. Suddenly, he pulled me back and made me sit down, inspecting my knuckle. He continued shouting and called for a maid to bring a first aid kit.

He looked at me all concerned and was like, "Bhai, are you crazy? Have you lost your mind? Why do you keep doing this stuff all the time? Don't you feel pain when your knuckles start bleeding from doing this every day?"  He asked me again, but I didn't give a damn about his concern.".

Eklavya carefully tended the wound on my arm, skillfully cleaning and dressing it. Despite the pain, I couldn't help but laugh softly at his concern. "You know," I said, "as bad as this hurts, it's nothing compared to the emotional turmoil I face every day."

Taking a deep breath, he gathered his emotions and spoke in a comforting voice. "You don't have to go through this alone. You have me, Aishwarya, and the whole family by your side. Why don't you share your thoughts with us? Or if you don't feel comfortable doing that, you can always talk to Vash and Kush Bhai instead." Despite his best efforts to persuade me, I knew that no one could truly understand the intensity of my emotions.

He made another attempt to persuade me, his voice was low and solemn as he spoke, "Bhai, we are putting all our efforts into finding her. However, she has completely changed her identity. The name we have on record is no longer valid, she is someone else, someone we don't know."My expressionless face gave him a clear indication of how serious I was about finding her. I told him, "I don't care about your limitations. I need to find her. At any cost. Or else, you know what I'm capable of, Eklavya." He took a moment before responding.