His Mad Love

(6) Criminal

SARTHAK SINGH RATHOD

I ran to catch her small figure before she would fall on the ground. I pat her cheeks and shook her body trying to get her back into consciousness but all in vain.

Picking her up in my arms I move towards my car and Devang opened the door of the car. I sat in with her in my arms and he drove off towards her home.

Throughout the ride I kept looking at her angelic face which seemed to calm all my nerves down.

I wipe the sweat beads that were on her forehead and plant a light kiss on her forehead, I couldn't hold back myself when she was this close to me in my arms.

I observed all her features carefully because I might not get this chance again any soon, but the fucker decided to disturb me.

"She fainted just by looking at you killing a man, do you still think that she'll love you and shits?"

I shot him a glare.

"She will."

I reply confidently and he just rolled his eyes and focused on driving. I run my fingers through her smooth black locks and watched her. I could do this for all my fucking life.

"We reached."

It was a nice thirty minutes ride but it felt way too short. I wanted to hold her like this for a while more, but nevermind, I'll do that some other day.

The door of the backseat opened and I got off with her in my arms. We walked to her house and Devang rang the doorbell, Mr. Sharma opened the door and walked out.

His eyes widened when he saw me and more when he saw his daughter in my arms. What a good situation to meet my soon-to-be father-in-law. Woah.

He joined his hands and greeted us respectfully, Devang repeat ped the same while I nodded because I couldn't use my hand.

"Sir, what happened to her?"

He spoke while opening the door for us to get in. I walk inside followed by the two of them and carefully lay her down on the couch.

"She fainted out of exhaustion and stress."

"We saw her faint suddenly in the middle of the road and thought to help."

Devang elaborated, ofc we couldn't let them know that she fainted because she saw a murder. That would ruin my image infront of my father-in-law and there's no way I am gonna let that happen.

I take one last look at her and we walk out after Mr and Ms. Sharma thanked us.

Now, she is surely scared. I just hope she forgets about it like it it was some bad dream, but I know that won't happen. With all these thoughts in my mind I sit on the passenger seat and Devang on the driver's seat. He drove off to the mansion and I kept thinking about her.

ARADHNA SHARMA

A loud glass breaking sound echoed making me wake up. I looked around after adjusting to the light. A groan left my mouth due to the immense pain in my head.

The scenes from yesterday played in my mind, increasing the pain. I look around ans find myself lying down on my bed in my room. A sigh of relief left my mouth.

Then I look at the side to see Shivantika picking the pieces of broken glass up. God, what a good start.

"You can never do anything properly can you?"

"Good morning to you too, di."

She gave me a cheeky smile, I couldn't stop myself from rolling my eyes at her.

"Get the broom girl, you'll hurt yourself like this."

"Yeah right."

She walked out and I stepped off the bed and went straight to the washroom to complete my morning business and also to gather myself.

A warm bath helped me with the ache but there were still a lot of questions in my head. I walk out wearing a yellow kurti set and head straight to the living room to find all of them sitting there.

"Ab tabiyat kaisi hai beta?"

"Theek hai papa."

He nodded and I sat beside Shivi.

"Kal kya hua tha?"

"Di you won't believe, the Sarthak Singh Rathod came to drop you. He said that you fainted out of stress and exhaustion and all the while kept looking at you...."

Shivi spoke as if she was waiting for me to ask this question.

Who was Sarthak, was it the name of the man whose voice I heard yesterday, who is also the man I met in the orphanage? He killed a man didn't he? He is a criminal, a murderer. He is not at all a good man. Oh god, I was almost in love with him without knowing anything about him. Now that I know these things, my heart still races at the thought of him.

I grab my phone to google him after talking to my parents and reassuring them about my well being.

Sarthak Singh Rathod, is the eldest heir of the Rathod family, who runs the huge Rathod empire along with his other two brothers, Kushal Rathod and Vikram Rathod. They are one of the wealthiest families in the country........

The result of my search was this, I looked at his pictures and heard some clips to recognise his voice, and it was him indeed. It was Sarthak Singh Rathod whome I met at the orphanage and the one who killed that man.

How could he do that? A shiver ran down my spine just by the thought of that. I haven't told anybody about the murder and I don't plan to. I do not want the people around me to be in danger.

My chain of thoughts broke when mumma called us for breakfast. All of us had breakfast together with Shivi describing how good Sarthak and the other man looked.

Only if she knew their black deeds....

After breakfast I straight went to 'कला', my dance academy. It was sunday so no one would be coming today.

I connect my phone to the speaker, play the music and start practicing. This also helps me to clear my mind and cheer myself up. Dancing is like a therapy for me.

For the whole time I felt as if somebody was watching me and whenever I would look around through the window there would be nobody. Maybe I was hallucinating. I shrug my shoulders and continue practicing.