𝐂𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐂𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧: 𝐀𝐤𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐎𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐢 (𝟏𝟖+) ✅

Bonus 1.1

AKSHAT

"Do you think you're the best husband in the whole world?" Mrs Brian asked me sitting in front of me and I looked freaked as ever, I haven't gone out in a week outside and I probably looked like shit with my grown beard and a piercing on my ear which was not by my choice by the way, my little princess got pierced and she went through that pain and of course I got it done the same time so that she could see her Batman is doing it too. I might or might not have told her, I'm the Batman because she was fangirling over him and I got jealous as fuck.

"I'm sure as hell the luckiest," I said my voice sounding more hoarse than usual and she picked out her diary to write something after taking a deep sigh, she probably thinks I'm going crazy by day and these once in a week session are stupid ass deal but beneficial for her pocket though.

"Mr Oberoi, I might not be able to help you a lot, if you don't open up to me about anything," she said scuffing putting down her diary and looking at me furrowing her brows.

"I have come here after Mr Malhotra called in his favour for me to stay here and help you, you have got to co-operate with me," she said. It's true as fuck that Karthik is meddling in my life, a lot more than what I would have preferred, I guess he's seeking a redemption arch or abandoning his sister when he was needed the most, but why is he fucking up things for me? I was fine with the pills; I didn't understand the point of this stupidity and talk about my feelings.

"This isn't gonna work out," I said and stood up to leave but before I reached the gate and handled the knob,

"Do it for your little princess, if not for your princess," she said slowly, I looked back at her, "I know she doesn't get scared from you know, but what after she sees your anger issues?" she said standing up, I looked at her and clenched my fist in anger, she looked me straight in my burning eyes, I know she is shaking from fear but she would never show up. Being in her fifties, Mrs Brian is one of the best therapists in the entire world.

I sat down in my couch and glared at her chair like a statue, "Shall we continue?" she said sitting down wearing her glasses back.

I nodded silently, "Why do you think you have the urge to punish yourself after a scuffle?" she said, she knows all about our mafia under dealings and what my role is in that, she is more than smart to keep our secrets to herself.

"To wash away someone else's," I confessed, staring out the window. Images of countless nights, the metallic tang of blood, and the desperate attempts to erase them with self-inflicted wounds flooded my mind.

"Is your blood the answer?" she pressed, pushing the point.

Frustration bubbled within me. "I refuse to answer that," I growled.

Silence stretched between us. Finally, she took a deep breath. "How much do you love Riya?"

The answer came without hesitation. "More than anything."

"Even your own life?" Her voice softened, but the gravity of the question remained. This wasn't a lovey-dovey scenario. It was a life-or-death situation in the world we lived in.

"Especially that," I affirmed.

"Would you kill yourself if she saw you as a threat?" The question hung in the air; a brutal truth disguised as a hypothetical.

Silence. It was a rhetorical question, a horrifying realization.

"Mr. Oberoi," she began, a small smile playing on her lips. I met her gaze, brows furrowed. "You would. Because you can't accept your happiness. You're clinging to reasons to self-destruct. You're still suicidal."