Threads Of Destiny (Rudra & Naina)

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Rudra's pov.

Insomnia's a bitch.

I've had insomnia since I was twelve, shocker, I know. Ever since I was a kid I hated sleeping. It brought nightmares of the things that never happened in my life. Later when I grew up the face in my nightmare got replaced with my grandfather and his so called hunt.

Ajay oberoi was a born psychopath and a sadist. Someone might say this psychopathy runs in our family. A fucking trait that you only find in men of the family.

Psychopaths are born with no emotions, I, on the other hand had felt plenty of those emotions when I was little. My grandfather, void of those emotions, thought that I would be better off without those humanly emotions.

"Emotions makes you weak, son." I look up at my grandfather. He is so tall for my nine year old body. He is taller than every mountain I've seen in the books and the movies. Mom don't like mountains, neither does she like dadu.

"But I feel sad, dadu."

I realise I shouldn't have said that because he asked me to bring my palm up and he started hitting it with a stick. Hit. Hit. Hit. It went on until I couldn't feel my palms and blood started oosing out of my bruised broken skin.

I screamed. I shouted. After that I never felt sad.

Sadness off the list.

I lean back in my chair and rub my face. I stare at the monitor and feel the innocence of my wife sleeping in my bed.

It's been two days since we argued about her sister. Two days since I last saw her. I know she had been talking to her, I tried to track the numbers but they are smart. They call from a different number everytime which shows different locations.

Naina pulls a pillow close to her body and snuggles it. She is a snuggler. The one time we slept in the same bed back at her parents' house she snuggled close to me in her sleep. That night I was able to gather four hours of uninterrupted sleep until I felt her arms around my body and her breath against my neck. I had to get up because my patience fly out of the window when it comes to her.

"Coffee." Shreyansh slams a cup down at the table and sits on the seat from across me like it's his rightful place.

This fucker literally owns an IT company with multiple branches. He is one of the best person who collects informations for me. Illegally most of the times, but who cares. Still he roams in my office like he is my father's adopted son. He might as well be because of their shared hobby of getting on my nerves.

"And you are here why?" I ask. It's fucking two in the morning, I shouldn't be in the office either.

"Didn't had any late night meetings with the ladies." He says as he drinks his coffee.

We met in college and further did our MBA together, since then he has been by my side and vice versa. He is all funny and charming on the outside but on the inside he is just like me, dark and empty. Maybe that's why I made him my friend even though I rarely found anyone useful enough to be that close to me.

"Didn't you say you can't get it up after you banged that american woman."

"For the last fucking time, I can get it up anytime I want. Secondly, it wasn't any American girl. She was obviously Indian, she told me she has been there since she was a kid."

"That makes her American." I say.

"Oh please. She wasn't born there." He waves his hand.

"How would you know? Didn't she sneak out on you in the middle of the night?"