Trishalini ~ The Jewel of Mahabaleshgarh

10 ~ Rudra Dev Singh

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Abhinandan POV

I walked out, trying to calm myself down. I wanted to hate her. Punish her for what she did to me. My fingers ran into my hair.

Mindlessly, I walked towards the water vessel and washed my face—once, twice, and thrice. It was over between us. I had no friends now. She was the last one. I was finally alone.

I closed my eyes for a moment and heard the noise of chains.

My eyes snapped open to find my prime enemy there. A half smile appeared on my lips. This was precisely how I wanted to see him. Tied. Chained. Hurt.

He was the one everyone chose over me.

I walked around to wipe my face clean and sat on the wooden bench, widening my arms and putting my right ankle on the other leg's lower thigh.

"Aao aao Rudra. Tumhara hi intzaar ho raha tha,"

"Welcome, Rudra, we were just waiting for you," I exclaimed, and the soldiers pushed him near me.

"Abhinandan, what is all this?" he asked in a disappointed voice, signalling towards the tent, and I followed his gaze with confusion.

What did he mean?

Ohhh... I got it in a few moments.

He misunderstood her cries.

How dirty his mind was? I did not know what the hell Nandani saw in him. Bastard!

Nevertheless, I decided to play along.

"This is all what I call having fun," I deliberately brought a flirt in my voice. "Do you want to meet the girl? Or maybe..." I added, and the pause gritted his teeth, sending me a thrill of satisfaction. And, as his face stiffened and the tint of anger appeared, my smile became visible.

His gaze shifted to the tent again when the faded noise of Trisha walking out came. It was getting better.

"Bastard," he yelled and stepped hurriedly towards me before raising a punch. His nostrils flared with anger as he stopped a few inches from my face due to the chains' restraint. I could not stop myself from chuckling.

He deserved this feeling. Being powerful yet tied enough to act.

"This is just the beginning of your end," I declared.

He closed his eyes briefly to calm down—or maybe he showed me that he was trying to calm down. I did not care.

"What are you doing? Abhi," he asked in a low voice, and my hand immediately cupped his neck angrily.

I was not his Abhi. I was nothing for him. He would not get to talk to me like this. By betraying me, he swore to be my enemy.

"I am not your Abhi or anyone's, understand?" My voice sounded deeply enraged. All the threads of my patience were snapped, and the doors for revival had burnt. His cheap intentions worked like wildfire to ruin them to ashes.

"What do you think Nandani will think after knowing about this?" he asked, his voice almost choking and his breath shortening.

I would not lead him to death like this.

I chuckled and left his hand. Once again, he hid behind my sister, who had brought us here.

"Kon Nandani?"

"Nandani, who?"

I asked. And somewhere, his tactic worked.

It forced me to remember the childhood we spent together—the fights, the laughter, the teasing. She was my first best friend, my first companion, and my first fellow student. And yet, she took part in betrayal as if I was nothing for her.