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 S I L E N T W A T E R S
T H E B R U S H O F D E A T H
The night of the Gala dawned upon the skies. They all were in Shivaay's cabin. Neeraj and Aradhya as well.
"Where's Khanna?" Neeraj asked noticing the absence of the man who followed Shivaay like a shadow. He had noticed this quite a few times, that he was not there as much as he used to.
"He must be doing security rounds." Priyanka spoke with furrowed eyebrows, when she too noticed his absence.
Shivaay didn't pay attention to that as his mind was already preoccupied with what they were supposed to do. Earlier it had been decided that Priyanka was going to give the speech, but he knew that media will object that before she could even begin speaking.
"Everything's ready." Arjun spoke when he entered the cabin, he was surprised to find Aradhya and Neeraj pre occupied in mindless chatter while Priyanka was sitting there listless.
Shivaay paused and turned to look at him.
He was pacing back and forth. Who is going to give the speech? Priyanka sighed as she turned to look at him, "I am sure we can find out way out."
"Yeah—" Arjun tried to speak in the middle.
He had been forced to attend the therapy sessions, while.they worked for sometime it started to annoy him when he stu
If you haven't noticed Prinku, we have at most an hour. Shivaay gestured pointing to the watch that was clasped around his wrist.
He needs to do something. Before it gets out of hands, because he knew it will. There will be influential peoples, celebrities, media. And knowing that he will be forced to give a statement, which he will not be able to.
"It's time to go." Arjun informed interrupting his thoughts as he pointed towards the door.
It's time.
<>
"I don't know why we are going to the party that is celebrating his success." Tej seethed. Om looked at him, annoyance clearly shown in his face.
"If we don't go, the media will term us bitter. For not going to celebrate the success of our brother and sister." Rudra answered for him. Besides the fact that he wanted to see his brother.
"Oh, so he is your brother again?" Tej asked with an arched eyebrow, doing little to conceal the malice in his words.
"Mr. Oberoi." Om interjected, his tone warning. He wasn't very keen on having this argument with him at this moment.
Tej scoffed, "This is unbelievable." He spoke before storming out of the living room, "He's just—" Om turned away from his mother, was she again going to give an excuse for his behaviour?
