Ruthlessly Yours ( Put On Hold )

Chapter 2 : Heart Is The Battlefield

Hello readers , hope you like my second chapter .

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Vikram’s cane tapped in a rhythmic beat on the pavement as he walked,his mind awhirl with thoughts of meher . Her harsh words & soft actions played on a loop on his mind . The scent of her perfume lingered in his memory , a subtle hint of femineity that belied her tough exterior .

“Who is this woman” he wondered ,” A police officer , yet so different from the others . Oh my head is spinning with questions . Why dikhsha have to die ? Will this officer Meher will ever solve it ?What a beautiful name she has .. Meher . Is she beautiful like her name ?” 

Vikram’s flirtatious nature was dormant when he first met Meher , replaced by anger & frustration .However,Meher’s gentle touch awakened his charming and flirtatious side,drawing him to her strength & resilience. He became intrigued,wanting to know more about her and explore her depths.Meher’s touch stirred a deep emotional connection,making Vikram feel protective and longing to be her safe home. He transformed from angry to charming. 

For the first time, he longed to see a woman’s face, to gaze into her eyes. But his blindness denied him this pleasure .

“Oh, this blindness is a curse!” He exclaimed, his frustration boiling over,”Why must I be trapped in this darkness ? Just once, I want to see her, to behold her radiance which I felt,to know if her beauty matches the beauty of her heart.”

But fate, it seemed , had other plans, leaving him to rely on his other senses so navigate the mystery that was Meher .

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Meher’s eyes scanned the forensic report, her mind absorbing every detail . The murder weapon : a large hospital knife , the killer : taller than diksha , diksha is 5’8”. So killer must be above that height . Time of death : 3-4 am . Meher’s heart heavy with sorrow , her determination grew , she would no stone unturned , no question unasked , until justice was served , with a resolute breath, she closed the file , her eyes burning with a fierce resolve .

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As the night engulfed him, Vikram's thoughts swirled around Meher again. He lay in bed, his eyes closed, but his mind refused to rest. The harsh words she had spoken to him still lingered, but he couldn't help but focus on the gentleness of her touch, the softness of her voice, and the sweet scent of her perfume.

He recalled the way she had helped him when he fell, the way her fingers had wrapped around his, and the way her voice had soothed his worries. Meher's kindness and compassion had cracked through his defences, and he found himself yearning for more.

In the darkness, Vikram's face smiled, his eyes still closed. "Meher," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Though you may have been harsh, your touch, your voice, and your scent have left an indelible mark on my heart."

With a sigh, he surrendered to his thoughts, allowing himself to be enveloped by the memories of their encounter. As sleep finally claimed him, his dreams were filled with her voice , her movement & everything he felt.

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The sinister figure scrutinized vikram’s file , a sly smile speading across his face as he read . His eyes gloomed with malice as he entered his secret lair,the dim light revealing a wall of photographs . He added vikram’s picture to the collection, his laughter echoing through the room as he crossed it out with a red pen , sealing vikram’s fate .

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Meher’s thoughts revisited her first meeting with vikram , a mix of emotions swirling with her . His harsh words contrasted with his gentle touch ,leaving a lasting impression . Her heart swelled with gratitude & hint of wonder .