𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐚𝐲 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐡𝐚 - A love story.

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Abhay

"Why did you kill him?" Rohan barges into my office.

"Get out and fucking knock."

He does as I say.

"Now tell me, why did you kill him?" he asks again after taking a seat in front of me.

"He pissed me off."

"Seriously? You killed him because he pissed you off?"

"Yes."
He huffs.

"Abhay, you know we still had to get out some information from him regarding the hostages. How can you kill him before that?"

"I killed him because he got on my fucking nerves and he doesn't know where the girls are kept."

Rohan is my best friend and partner in crime. My right hand.
The person I killed works for a criminal who keeps girls as a hostage and even sells them. One of the girls who works for me was taken as a hostage and that is when I got to know and took the matters in my own hands.

"How do you know he doesn't know anything?" Rohan asks.

"He revealed who he works for, the most crucial information, and if he revealed that, it means he would have revealed anything we asked for. If he didn't give us the information we wanted, he clearly didn't know."
Rohan goes into thinking and finally nods in understanding.

"I also wanted to kill him," he says and I smirk.

"He was mine to kill."
Rohan and I have a thing of fighting over who gets to kill. It is like an ego clash between us.

"So, are you going for the mastermind behind all this?" he asks.

"Yes."

"When?"

"Right now," I say and stand up.

"I am coming," he talks behind me as I walk towards my car.

We settle in the car when a girl comes walking towards the car, and my heart skips a beat as soon as I look at her. Fuck, this is the first time in years that I feel my heart is alive. She is wearing a white Indian dress with dupatta, looking like an absolute angel.

She stops as soon as she reaches my side of the car and bends a little. My car's windows are all tinted so she probably doesn't know that I can see her. A smile automatically adorns my face, wondering how she would react if I just slide down the window.

She gets out something from her bag. A jhumka.
(Indian earring)

I can't tear my eyes away from her. Her face is bare without any makeup. Just a pink lipgloss and a small bindi on her forehead. How can anyone possibly look so damn beautiful?

She wears the jhumka and frowns as if she is unable to. My hands itch to help her wear the damn jhumka. How dare it give her a hard time?
Finally, she wears it, and she does something that makes my heart almost jump out.

She smiles.

What the fuck? Her smile is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen in my life.

She pushes her hair strands behind her ears, looks at herself one last time and stands straight. Fuck. Is she leaving? No. No, please.

She starts to leave and I immediately open my side of the car's door and move out.

"Abhay.." I hear someone calling out for me. Probably, Rohan but I care less about anything else right now.

My legs move on their accord, following this angel who made the dead heart of a cold bastard, skip a beat.

I see her going towards a temple and that is when I stop moving. I glare hard at the place made up of stones.

"Abhay," someone taps on my shoulder. I look behind to see Rohan.

"What happened? Why are you glaring? Is it that girl?" He questions.

"No," I say.

"Then?" I look back at the temple and that is when realization dawns into him.

"Oh," he says, "But why did you follow that crazy girl, though?"
I glare at him.

"Call her crazy again and I will throw you in a mental asylum, myself."
His eyes widen.

"Don't tell me..." he starts, "You have a soft spot for a stranger?" he continues.

"It is something more than a soft spot," I say.

"What?" he frowns.

"I don't know but something maddening. There is something about her that is pulling me towards her," I say.

"Are you in love?" he questions.

I stare at him. Love? I don't even believe an emotion like that exists.

Just then, I see my angel walking down from the temple and everything else no longer matters. I stare at her.
Her long wavy hair flying due to the wind, that beautiful smile adorning her face.

She looks different now. There is a certain glow on her face. Does visiting these stones make her feel happy?

She walks towards a poor lady and gives her the offering she brought from the temple. She is truly an angel. My angel.

I move closer to where she is.

"Khush reh, beta," the poor lady pats her head.
(Be happy, dear)

"Aap khush hai?" My angel asks.
(Are you happy?)

Her voice. So soothing and so sweet. I could listen to that voice all the time.

"Ji beta, ab hogayi," the lady says.
(Yes dear, now I am)

"Then I am happy too. I get happiness from giving."

A small smile adorns my face, listening to her.

"What is your name?" the lady asks with a smile on her face.

"Pariha."

My breath hitches. Pariha. Pari. I was so right to call her an angel.
Her name perfectly describes her.

Suddenly, her phone rings and she stiffens as soon as she looks into it. Who called her? all the color from her face faded.

My fists clench thinking about anything or anyone troubling her.

She immediately says her goodbyes to the poor lady and walks away in a hurry. I run behind her but she is fast enough to get into a taxi and go away.

My heart gets restless seeing her go away.

"Abhay," someone shakes me and I get out of my trance.

I see Rohan standing in front of me.

"I have been calling you since the past ten minutes. What the fuck is going on?" he questions.

"Find out about her," I say to him and walk towards the car.

Pari.

Who are you and what the fuck are you doing to me?
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First chapter.😭
I was so not ready for this one.
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