Passion & Dilemma

30. Missing

Sarthak's POV

"Prerna..." I muttered under my breath and turned to face her.

Her eyes were blazing with something dark in them and that's when I realised- I. Fucked. Up.

But I wonder how much did she hear, exactly? I did not do anything wrong. I was just stopping Jayesh from talking shit about her.

"What did you say?" She said with a voice so cold that a stranger would believe she has an ice block inside her chest and not heart.

Jayesh came forward and said, "Prerna, what are you doing here? Go, we are talking."

I resisted the urge to scoff at his words. Prerna and I, we both know he is not so innocent and caring, then why act? And that too such pathetic acting. Yuck.

"What. Did. You. Say. Sarthak?" She walked past him and I looked over her shoulder only to find Jayesh smirking. He walked away, leaving me and Prerna alone.

I will make him pay for this.

"Prerna ji, it's not what you-"

"Shut up!" She roared, not caring that we were standing in an open area. Her boiling anger was barely hidden. "How dare you talk to my father like that? Who the fuck do you think you are?"

"He was talking ill about me as well as you." I said firmly, not holding my frustration back. "He said that-"

"That you are worthless and undeserving of what you have." She gritted her teeth. "He did not say anything wrong. You know that you are born with a silver spoon shoved up your ass, and never had to work your way up to your position. Then why get mad?"

Here it comes again. Something that triggers dark rage in me.

"Did you scar my father's face?" She added.

A muscle ticked in her jaw as she clenched it tight. I gulp down my bubbling rage. She knows I scarred Jayesh, she just wants to hear it from my mouth.

I couldn't admit it so I responded with a nod. Her mouth fell apart in a shaky exhale and I cussed my fate.

"How dare you!" She yelled and took a step toward me before clutching my collar. "HOW DARE YOU HURT MY FATHER."

Something snapped in me at her tone and action. I grabbed her wrist and forcefully took her hands off of me. "Stop it, Prerna!" I twisted her hands behind her back while she wiggled under my grip.

Both of us glared hard at each other. None of us was ready to back down. Both of our bodies were burning with rage.

She never had the guts to say anything to her family, hence she takes out her anger on me. But also, whatever I do seem to easily frustrate her.

"I hurted him because...because he called you a bitch." I admitted, feeling ashamed to even quote Jayesh's indecent words towards her.

"So what?" She snapped and I was taken aback by her nonchalance. How can she not care? "That does not give you a right to slit my father's face!"

"Are you crazy-"

"What my father said about me is none of your business, Sarthak." She cut my words in between. "We are family. It's between me and him. Do not try to interfere in our lives."

"Do you hear yourself?" I hissed at her dismissive behavior and tightened my grip on her. "Your father has been hurting you for years and you are still siding with him. You know the type of man your father is. He is abusive towards you and your mother. He made you resort to self harm."