𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

31

"Akshat... it's been a month since we started following her. When will you be ready to face her?" Roop asked, frustration lacing his tone. Every day, he woke up, trailed her to college and everywhere else she went, only to return with a crestfallen expression, unable to muster the courage to confront her. He watched her happiness, her interactions with friends, especially Kunal, their closeness gnawing at him. He couldn't shake the feeling that she had moved on, and he bore the blame for it.

"I DON'T KNOW" he screamed breaking a glass vase on the floor.

Roop gasped and Karthik caught her by the shoulder as she flinched a little. After giving Roop an assuring squeeze on the shoulder he marched on to plant a fist on Akshat's jaw.

"Motherf-cker" hit "You're the reason for your own shit" hit "and now you don't even have balls to admit it" hit "You're such a coward bastard" hit "Who knows nothing but to just watch in the sidelines" hit "You're absolutely right, you fucking don't deserve her" hit. Hit. Hit.

"Please- please Karthik STOP, I beg you please!" Roop tried to calm down Karthik by holding her, by this time she was a crying mess.

Akshat lay bloodied on the floor, his face bearing the brutal marks of repeated blows. Despite the opportunity to fight back, he remained passive, allowing the agony to envelop him completely. Even Karthik, witnessing the scene, understood that Akshat possessed the capability to resist, yet he chose not to.

For Akshat, the pain served a purpose beyond mere physical suffering. It was a penance, a self-imposed punishment for the sins he believed he had committed. Seeing his beloved with another, laughing and happy, only intensified his self-flagellation. In his eyes, he was undeserving of her affection, unworthy of happiness.

Each blow, each bruise, was a reminder of his perceived transgressions, a means to atone for the anguish he had caused her. He sought not just to endure pain, but to embrace it, to magnify it until it eclipsed all else. His ultimate goal was not to alleviate his suffering but to ensure that it remained solely his burden to bear.

In his twisted logic, Akshat believed that by bearing the full weight of his anguish, he could somehow absolve himself of guilt and grant his beloved the happiness she deserved. He yearned for a time when her joy was unmarred by his presence when she could live free from the shadow of his mistakes.

In his pursuit of redemption, Akshat willingly subjected himself to a perpetual cycle of torment, convinced that only through his own suffering could he ever hope to find solace.

"Akshat jiju, hume maafi kisi aur se mangne se pehle, khud ko maaf kar dena chhaiye warna zindagi bhar aap sirf khud ko kasurvar maankar bahut saari zindagiya kharab kar denge." Roop said before leaving with Karthik.

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Entering his hotel room, Akshat made his way to the bathroom and stepped beneath the shower fully clothed. As the water cascaded over him, mingling with the crimson of his own blood, he closed his eyes, unaffected by the stinging sensation as it met his bruised skin. To him, the pain was inconsequential, a mere echo of the numbness that had enveloped him since he uttered those damning words to his beloved princess.

Haunted by his mentor's admonition, the words reverberated ceaselessly in his mind: "Those who reveal their weaknesses lay them bare on a silver platter for their enemies to exploit." For Akshat, a lifetime of indoctrination had taught him to destroy anything of value, and to shun emotional attachments and vulnerabilities. He had learned to exist as an impenetrable fortress, a heartless entity devoid of compassion or connection.

Yet, in the solitary confines of his room, he allowed himself a moment of vulnerability. There, hidden from the world, he cherished a single memento of his princess – a photograph she had gifted him as a child, capturing her infectious smile and unblemished innocence. In the presence of that image, he momentarily shed the facade of the hardened fighter, allowing himself to experience fleeting glimpses of humanity.

Hours would pass as he sat in silent communion with the photograph, pouring out his thoughts and fears to the imagined presence of his cherished princess. In those stolen moments, he could briefly relinquish his mantle of dominance, embracing instead the role of her protector, her confidant.

How could anyone possibly expect someone to be okay with the sudden upheaval of their deepest-held treasures, ones that had been cradled in the heart since childhood? It's an absurd notion, a cruel twist of fate that defies all sense of reason. Any sane individual would be driven to the brink of madness by such a demand.

Imagine, nurturing a precious gem within the recesses of your soul for years, tenderly safeguarding it against the ravages of time and circumstance. It becomes an integral part of your identity, a beacon of light in the darkest of hours. And then, in an instant, it's thrust into your hands, its weight heavy with expectation.

How can one reconcile the abrupt transition from longing to possession, from yearning to fulfilment?

In the light of day, he was the formidable Akshat Oberoi, the renowned mafia fighter feared by many and revered by few. But as night descended and the world faded into darkness, he shed the layers of his hardened exterior to become something entirely different. In the quiet solitude of nightfall, he transformed into her protector, her confidant, her "peachy pie."

Under the cover of darkness, hidden from prying eyes and judgmental gazes, he could allow himself to soften, to embrace the tenderness he so fiercely guarded. In those fleeting moments, he found solace in the simple act of being there for her, of ensuring her safety and well-being in a world fraught with danger and uncertainty.

He looked at the picture and smiled again,

"Pata hai jaana, ye knife kyu banwaya hai tumhari photo apne paas rakhne ke liye?" he chuckled a little, "Kyoki is knife ka hi role chhaiye tha mujhe tumhari life mein, bas tumhe protect kar saku aur kuch nahin...Karthik kehta hai ki mai sidelines se dekhta rehta hu bas...kya karu, uske alawa kabhi kuch socha hi nahi, kabhi socha hi nahi ki tumhe paa bhi sakta hu...kabhi itna bada khwab dekhne ki himmat hi nahin kari, humesha se khud ko sidelines mein hi imagine kiya hai, to wahi karta hu...kisi bacche ko chaand laa kar de doge jise sitare ki bhi ummed nahi thi to wo to pagal hi ho jaega na?"

"Dekhna chahta hu par ab wo sapne, tumhare saath, bas tum mil jao...ek aakhri baar, ho sake to...apne peachy pie ko maaf kar dena..."

--

Akshat

"Princess" I called her and she stopped in her tracks but didn't look back I went further and stood just behind her, I saw her clenching her fists and I tried to hold her but within a swift movement, she jerked her hand away and pulled back three steps facing me.

"How dare you touch me!" she said pointing her finger at me. 

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