𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐌𝐘𝐀

C H A P T E R - 24

Aarav

I was heaving and my knuckles were bloodied. The skin tore from where my fist met with the punching bag. 

It's my best and most usable outlet of my anger. For some very strange and unnerving reasons I found my way to the gaming room on the third level of our mansion.

Boxing is my second favorite sport. My first was and always will be football.

I wasn't in the mood to spend the night in that guest room, I never had to until a certain someone stepped into my life and decided to venge herself for what I must have done to her in three four lives back.

I am kicked out of my own room and that's solely because of her and her alone. I hate it. Most of all I hate her. And her freakin scent. 

She smelled like me and I had to cage that ragging animal inside my head to not let me pin her against the wall and take a long inhale of her bodily scent mixed with my fragrance.

Fvck. I don't regret what I said to her today because it was the only right thing to say. She's better off hating me and that is her only way out. 

If not she has no way but to be my prey for all her miserable life. 

A knock brings me back to the sudden rush of sting in my hand. I don't look at them instead make a turn towards the door.

Sharan stood at the doorstep. "Goa?" he raises a brow the boredom dripping from his face. My eyes on its own fall on the clock hung in the corridor. It's three in the morning.

"I take you haven't been given the choice" the click of his tongue reverberates in the room. "Muku barged in my room and started throwing my clothes in a suitcase. When I asked, she glared and gave me a look with 'When you die I don't wanna have regrets of letting you die neat and boring'" I shuffle my laugh with a cough.

I take a jug filled with water and instead of using a glass I directly chug the water from the jug, my gut clenched due to the hours of thirst.

"I thought I'd find you here" he picks the bishop from the chess board and tosses it in his fingers. When I don't reply he continues. 

"I'm leaving" I pause midway my t-shirt half up to wipe the sweat already beaded on my forehead "To where?" I squint at him whereas he keeps staring at the board.

After a break of whole minute he opens "London" I had a thought something was going on with him "Until?" my breath came weak but I didn't care because whatever facade I might put up for others is surely doesn't comes out around my brothers.

"For an year. Maybe more" he leaves the bishop in front of a pawn on the chess board and gets up. "I'll leave after a week when we're back from this trip. No one knows about this except my parents of course" he tries to put humor in that but comes out dry.

"I'll miss you" somehow I manage to say those words out, it's not like Sharan would expect endearments and crying and all but I think it was needed.

"I'm sure Adi will have much more things to say to you" a rough chuckle leaves him as he slings his arms around my shoulder "Good thing he doesn't know it yet" and with that the awkward silent fell between us.

"I'm glad you left the Graves... but it's clear the Grave hasn't left you" he breaks the eye contact from my bruised knuckles and looks at me. "Adi will only have you when I'll be gone. And you know how much of a lunatic our cousin is.. he's going to need his brother to take care of him" I unconsciously unwrap the bands on my hand.

"I'm trying. And don't talk as if you won't be there to beat his ass if needed" he chuckles and directs me out of the gaming room.

All of my brothers and Moksha included knows about my obsession with violence. It runs in my veins more like etched through my core.. but I'm not willing to play submissive towards those urges. I'm suppressing in the best way I can.

We cross the corridors and scale the stairways to reach the first level and to my room slash that guest room because of a certain bad omen playing her role at best.

Just as I was about to enter before wishing him night.. his feet halted next to my doorstep. I followed his line of vision that falls on the door next to my room where someone's deep asleep so carefree. That's her first and brutal mistake. Being carefree around me.

"What exactly pisses you off about May" my gaze flick to him in one second or make it one fourth of the second. "Her existence. And she is Mayra" he lifts both his arms feigning defense.

"Well one would say otherwise considering she's the first girl to have your attention for more than a certain period of time" for a moment I was taken aback by his sudden bold statement.

"Last I remember I was in a girl for three months. Girls do have my attentions if they're worth" he snorts as if he caught me red handed and now watching me make excuses which clearly isn't the situation.

"I'm your brother Aarav. I've known you since you were the size of my D. Your attention might be easy to get but hard to keep" a smirk plasters his devilish features and he walks away whistling as if nothing happened at all.

Are they complete blind towards the hatred I have for her?

I went inside not wanting to think any further as I glance towards the clock. Three thirty. cool. Another day of me being completely deprived of sleep.

I sprawl on the bed hoping whatever hours I might have in hand might be useful to get some peaceful sleep. 

I shut my eyes and an image of honey brown strands sided on one shoulder, of those bare milky white thighs, of a pair of eyes that are unseemly full of innocence, of a mole peeking from the strap on her collar bone barges into my head.

Finally a scent of lavender coated with cranberry washes over me and the dark engulfs me.