Maniacally yours

chapter-14 HER...A BET?

Siya's pov:

I woke up with a terrible headache in my mind,as if the chaos of last night's thoughts had taken up residence in my mind. Each throbbing pulse is a painful reminder of the mistake I'd made. The room spun around me, a blurry mess of colors and shadows, as I struggled to shake off the lingering fog of sleep, but it was no use, the ache in my head was a constant, nagging companion, a harbinger of the long.

I jerked all that pain and consequences, and freshen off for the day. Dressed up in a pretty yellow attire with floral jewelry which I went to buy with him, Mr. Thakur..again, his name, his thoughts, his presence developed a mix feeling inside me.

"Did he really do that?"

"Did he responsible for Devansh's death?"

"What really happened after we checked out of the hotel?"

"Why did he lie that he'll look at that case?'

"What he fucking did? WHAT???"

"Should I ask him?"

"About him?"

These questions are continuously flowing in my mind which sicken me terrified. But it can be true, as he behaves sometimes there is no doubt he's hot- headed, arrogant, dangerous and all and can do this without a single thought.

Why would he do that? It's also possible that he may have handed him over to the police and then something must have happened because of the police which earned his life or did he do something with him?

But he always behave so softly with me, ya would I say only with me, if I'm the only one who
see the gentle soul hiding beneath his rough exterior. His deep voice capable of commanding in a crowded room, whispers sweet nothing in my ear, making my heart skip a beat. He's an arrogant, sadist and lethal behavior sound that can easily produce a pang of fear inside one, softens to gentle chuckle when we're alone, as if he's sharing a secret joke only I can understand. It's as if he's saved his most vulnerable self from me, and me alone. OH GOD! These fucking consequences making me nothing but sick.
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Asa I went downstairs, my eyes moved toward Anshika di and jiju who were going near the pavilion for the haldi ritual.

Haldi ceremony starts with great fanfare, marking the beginning of a new chapter in the lives of the would-be bride and groom. The air is filled with the sweet aroma of turmeric, sandalwood, and rosewater, as the family members and friends gather around the couple, eager to participate in this sacred ritual.

The bride and groom, adorned in beautiful yellow attire, sit on a low-seated platform, surrounded by the women of the family who have gathered to apply the haldi paste to their skin. The paste, made from a mixture of turmeric, sandalwood, and other natural ingredients, is believed to have cleansing and brightening properties, and is said to bring a radiant glow to the couple's skin.

As the women begin to apply the paste, the atmosphere is filled with laughter and chatter, as they tease the couple good-naturedly. The bride and groom, meanwhile, sit quietly, their faces serene and calm, as they prepare to embark on this new journey together.

Sounds of hooting, whistling, laughter and music echoed in the air. The headache in my mind grew more. I took off the tablet, swallowed with water.

Better.

"Siya are you fine?" Suraj asks her from behind.

"I'm good."

"Tablets?"

"Nothing serious, just not habitual of chaos and rush. I'll be fine."

He just hummed with understanding, and gestured to her to go inside the function.