Breathe you in and let you go,
Try to speak, I know I'll choke....
This is how it always goes,
Darling, when I'm without you....
Hard to sleep, I'm without you,
You know you make me hate my youth...
Darling, now I'm without you.___________________________________________
Ryan
Sitting in my cabin, engrossed in my work, Suddenly thought of Siya brought a smile to my face. I knew she liked me too, even though she doesn't say it aloud. But that was okay, I didn't need her to say it. because for us, my love is enough. enough to carry us through a lifetime together.
Lost in thoughts of Siya, I smiled once again.
Just then, as I pondered about Siya, my phone buzzed. I glanced over to where it lay next to my laptop. Opening the message from an unknown number, I was greeted with a series of photos. They were images of Siya's apartment, and the figure in them wiped the smile off my face and replaced it with anger. I clenched my fists, feeling the veins in my hands bulge with fury.
My attention was drawn to the message below the photos, and as I read it, I slammed my fist down on the table with force, causing half of the items on it to crash to the ground. My once sturdy glass table now lay shattered, a casualty of my rage.
Siya is at the office. That means she doesn't know Aarav is at her house.
Aarav, huh! How dare Aarav, this bastard, have the audacity to go to Siya's house?
But what is he doing there? What if she finds out?
No, I'll have to go and talk to him myself, find out what he wants. From me or from Siya. And what does it mean for him to be staying at Siya's house like this?
Lost in these thoughts, I was just about to stand up to leave my cabin when my phone rang. I glanced at it to see it was another call from an unknown number.
"This isn't the same number as the one from the message," I remarked as I noticed the discrepancy.
In one swift motion, I answered the call, "hello," I said as I picked up the phone.
"Hello, Mr. Malhotra," came a playful voice from the other end.
"Yeah, speaking," I replied casually.
"Now perhaps you won't be able to speak," the man on the other end remarked.
His words left me puzzled, so I asked, "What do you mean by that?"
"It means that if someone were to take away your most valuable possession from you? Excuse me, not possessions, but your beloved one," the man corrected himself and then chuckled.
"What nonsense is this?" I shouted in frustration.
"Hey, calm down, Mr. Malhotra, calm down," he stopped laughing and continued, "Let me tell you who I am speaking for?" Perhaps now he knows that I won't entertain his pointless talk.
"I've sent some Psycho people to your beloved's house," he said, his voice quieting down as if lost in thought.
"What do you mean?" I exclaimed this time. My voice clearly conveyed anger.
"Oh, I mean, I've sent Psycho people to Siya's house. Poor thing has no idea what's about to happen to her in a few moments," he said, chuckling again.
"You..." Before I could say anything else, the man abruptly ended the call.
I know that Siya is in the office, which means she's safe for now, but until when?... I don't know.
Without wasting any time, I opened my drawer and took out a loaded gun, then headed out. As I stepped out, I collided with a girl.
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Glory - A Passion's Symphony |18+
General FictionWarning: This dark slow-burn romance contains a seductive web of intimate encounters and forced proximities that may leave you breathless. Be advised that some scenes in this story may trigger emotional responses. If certain themes are sensitive to...