love drug

Chapter 22

Cause its my birthday today, i was thinking maybe i should give you guys a double update. What do you guys think. Let me know if i should....

Rocky's POV

My life has never been easy. Ill admit that. Every second is a gamble, a blessing. I've learnt to appreciate the smaller things in life. Family, for example. A luxury I've never been able to claim. My mother died when i was 10 years old. I remember the day like it was yesterday. 

I had just got back from school with my book in my hand, sweat lining my forehead. The dirt and mud sticking to my feet as i ducked down walking into the small hut my mother and i built. Our home. It wasn't anything fancy, a couple sticks and a few leaves and stones. It was enough for us though. Because we had each other to call it home. I remember my mothers sweet voice as she called out to me. 

Raja.." she would say pulling my cheeks. I settled next to her by the stove, helping her cut the vegetables that i had got on my way back. Suddenly blood everywhere. My mother covered her mouth as it spilled covering her hands. I can still feel the panic that ruptured through my body and i ran out calling whoever i could to help us. 

It was at times like this that i realised we had no one. People continued with their days. Newspaper in hand, sipping their afternoon tea showing a blind eye to my pleading calls. The tears streamed out my eyes as i ran back to the hut and tried to carry my mother in my own hands. It wasn't easy for the malnourished, skinny 10 year old Raja to carry his mother out but he did somehow. The end of her saree was now stained red as her face grew pale. The journey to the hospital was tougher than any journey i had been on. My mother cried telling me to leave her but i couldn't. I would never give up on the women that gave her everything into raising me to be the man i am today. 

My feet began to bleed as the stones cut into my gentle skin. The tears never stopped strolling down my cheeks. When i finally got to the hospital, i collapsed at the entrance. My mothers hollow, dead body in my hands. The nurse rushed over placing her on a stroller. I can still envision the look of sympathy on the nurses face as she told me that my mother had died. 

Since then, family was a distant call. A luxury i craved for every living day of my life. When i moved to Bombay, things had changed. I had found myself a community, people who cared for me like i was their own. Chacha and Abhi, my people. They welcomed me in when i had no one. But as selfless as i may seem, i wanted more. I wanted my very own family. Someone who was my blood and flesh. And it took me long enough to realise that no one like that would ever come. 

That was until i met Reena. My beautiful, beautiful Reena. The girl who made my realise that dreams maybe do come true. She was the person i could call my own. She gave me the dreams of having my very own family. Sometimes i think about what the future has in hold for me and Reena. I can imagine us married with a few mini versions of us running around the mansion. My own flesh and blood. Its nice to think that there is someone out there who could give you everything your heart has craved. 

I know that she loves me. She can try hide it all she wants but her eyes speak a thousand secrets. All i want to do is protect her and keep her safe. That was until some stupid bastard came and tried to fuck everything up. After i found out Adheera wasn't our main culprit, i practically pulled my hairs out trying to figure out who it was until it all clicked. It makes sense now, everything. Why Reena was called, why they used her to get to me. It all makes sense now. 

Its Reena they want. Not me. All this time i though whoever was behind this wanted KGF, but in fact they want My Reena. When i find out who this bastard is its game over for them. The world knows, Reena is mine. She was made by god for me. She is the answer to all my calling and prayers. I will make sure everyone knows, sooner or later. That Reena is mine. 

I look over at Abhi, shock plastered all over his face. 

"What do you mean its Reena they want. I don't get what your talking about" he says running his hand through his hair. 

I explained to him my thought process and i can see the screws ticking in his brain.

"That makes a lot of sense" he whispered. 

"But i don't understand, why does someone want Reena" I ask.

"Think Rocky, there had to be a logical explanation behind this" Abhi said.

I spent the rest of the day thinking. I sat in my room, a glass of cold whiskey in my hand. The sun had set and the midnight breeze crept through the white curtain. 

"Raja.." 

A look of confused morphed onto my face as i saw my mother sitting on my bed. 

"Amma" i called

My mother wore the same blood stained saree. The cheap cotton material and sleek contrast to my silk bedsheets. 

I walked over to her placing my head on her lap as her bony fingers brushed through my long hair.

"What happened my dear. Why do you look so distressed" she asked.

I sighed closing my eyes. 

"Someone is trying to harm Reena and i cant seem to figure out who it might be" i said

"Well sometimes in life, something we want i already owned by someone else. If we take it they may want it back right?" 

I nodded.

"Reena may own your heart but she may also own someone else's even if she doesn't know it" my mother finished. 

I opened my eyes and she had disappeared. My head laid up on the pillow. I sighed getting up and downing my glass of whiskey. My mothers words rang in my ear. A weird pang of jealousy hit my heart. The idea of someone else loving Reena made me feel uncomfortable, angry. My grip around my glass became stronger until it shattered in my hands. I glanced at my hand which was covered in blood and shards of glass. I walked over to the bathroom, washing my hand under the sink. After getting the shards out i poured some whiskey onto it, the burning sensation not even close to the one in my heart. 

"Rocky" she called from the door. 

I turned around to face my precious. She wore a white silk saree, matching the moonlight that danced in the room. Her eyes darted towards my swollen hand and she ran over inspecting it. 

"What happened. Are you ok?" she frantically asked. 

I shook my head, the uncomfortable feeling growing deeper. 

"Say your mine" i whispered.

"What"

"Say your mine" i said, this time a little harsher, the jealousy peeking through.

"Why what happened?" she asked confused.

"It doesn't matter just tell me your mine. Please" 

"I'm yours, forever " she whispered locking her eyes with mine.

I pulled her in by her waist, her body crashing into my chest. I could feel her blushing, the heat radiating of her body. I tucked a strand of her long brown hair behind her ear before leaning in. My lips grazed hers, pouring out all my love. Our lips moved together, slowly the moment lasting forever. I pulled away, giving her a moment to catch her breath. I looked into her eyes as they stared back into mine. I could see the love pooling in her orbs. 

She's so beautiful. fuck. I'm soo lucky that i get to hold her in my arms, i get to call her mine, i get to love her. I always used to think that god was unfair. Testing and punishing me for things i never deserved but now i realised why he did it. Because in the end i get her. She was my prize, reward from god for the life of pain i experienced. She was here to heal my raw wounds with her love. And ill be there to heal her wounds too. Because all i need in my life is her. 

only her.

so what do you guys think. just a little inside to Rocky's life and backstory. do you guys think Rocky will find our culprit soon. do tell in the comments and dont forget to vote. till next time...