𝗔 𝗠 𝗢 𝗨 𝗥 [Short Stories]

𝐓𝐖𝐎

VIHAAN

I'm involved in Mafia business, there are so many threats for my own life and I don't want somebody else to feel bad for me. By marrying her, she's also in danger. She seems so innocent and naive. I don't want to hurt her, anyhow. But looks like I end up hurting her.

"What happened, Elder bro?" Ishaan asked in a scoff while sitting beside me on the dining room bringing me out of my trance.

"I think, I spoiled her life." I muttered.

"What?!" He asked seeming pretty serious. All his sarcastic tone has went away.

"Ish, she was  expecting something but I couldn't give it to her." I told him, my worry.

"Mommy forced you?" He asked.

"Nah, dad asked if she's Okay. I just said yes." I said.

Dad and Mommy had showed so many pictures of other girls, I didn't like any of them. But she's was beautiful and I liked her at the very sight. But I'm scared and nervous to hurt her.

Scars of love are still there!

"Vihaan, like you always say everything has it's own time. Bhabhi, seem to be a good person. She will definitely love you. Trust the timing." I assured.

I gave a small smile. Just then she entered.

"Papa, didn't come?" She asked to Ishaan.

Just then dad came and we all did our dinner together. I wondered should I go to den or stay here. Anyway I made my way towards the room. The door was open. I stepped inside and saw she was making the bed.

She didn't notice me yet. She was facing me sideways.

She's beautiful.

"Aap?" She was startled.

"Uh, nothing." I said and quickly moved to the washroom.

Like the previous night, we both slept facing opposite side. Soon we both slept.

•••

Her eyes were red. I know she cried last night. She cries everyday. To whom she will share her problems? How does she feel here? Lonely? Won't she? It's all because I married her. If she married someone else then she would've been happy and will be doing great. But for her bad, I married her.

It hurts me to see her like this. But I'm really sorry.

I was feeling angry on myself and I Hate myself for this. For making her cry.

"Dad, as Vihaan-" Ishaan's voice caught my attention.

"What Vihaan? Now what you guys want me to do?" I asked frustrated badly.

Not really but these three has a huge part in making me marry. And I end up my frustration on Ishaan.

"Don't you dare to interrupt!" He glared.

And he was about to ask regarding my reception. And told us that our reception will be held on the coming Sunday.

•••

"Where the hell is this?" I muttered to myself angrily.

"D-do you n-need s-something?" I heard her voice from behind.

I turned around to see her watching me meekly. Her cheeks were warm. I was shirtless, maybe because of that.

She looks cute.

"My white shirt.." I trailed off moving aside.

She pulled out the shirt from the place where I was searching all these while.

"Thank you." I muttered taking it from her.

She nodded and turned around. Just then my sight fell on the black mole on the region below her left ear. Unknowingly, it made something in my stomach.

I wore my shirt immediately and went out after bidding bye to everyone and moved directly to the den.

Ishaan is still mad with me. UGH, I need to make it upto to him.

"Sir, the weapons have been imported." Akshat informed.

I nodded and moved towards the weapon room. There were so many guns, guards were arranging them. So many machine guns, from small to large, knifes, bombs and so on.

"Take care of all these." I said.

"Is the money settled for these?" I asked.

"Ishaan sir told me to talk to you about it." He said in response.

I nodded.

I signed the a check and gave it to him after writing the Amount.

"I should leave now. If anything else, let me know." I said while settling in the car.

"Yes sir! I'll surely let you know." He said and my driver started the car.

Soon we reached the office. I made my way towards Ishaan's cabin. He was about to enter into his cabin.

"Ishaan," I called.

But he didn't even look at me and went inside. I sighed and followed him.

"Ishaan, enough of this drama!" I exclaimed.

"Drama? Me? Am I the one who's doing drama? Really?" He asked. His jaw clenched.

"Fine, it's me." I said raising my arms.

"Vihaan, I really don't know what exactly happened to you? Is it because of bhabhi that you're doing like this or something else? I fucking don't know." He uttered.

"There's nothing like that!" I immediately defended.

"She broke you and left. Now you're tied with someone. I'm sure she will definitely repair. Bhabhi is someone just like Mommy. Not every girl's are same." He said.

"Bhai, I genuinely want you to move on." He said and I immediately looked away hiding my tears.

"Life must go on!" He said.

I won't be able to stay here much long holding my tears back. I nodded at him and immediately left the cabin.

I went to the roof top and stood facing the city 

Rashi!

My first love. I loved her so much, that I thought my life depends on her. But she was married to someone else, because of her family pressure. And yes, she married him now living happily.

Tears rolled down from my eyes continuously.

Don't know how many times I've been crying like this. She is happy, but I?

Yes!

Siya is happy with her husband and children. She had  moved on from me.

You're tied with someone

Yes, I'm tied with someone. I shouldn't do like this anymore. I shouldn't hurt her anymore. I wiped my tears harshly and ran downstairs.

"Where are you going? What happened??" Ishaan asked, seeing me.

I shook my head.

"Bhai, what happened to you?" He asked holding my arm.

I shook my head and ran outside jerking his arms. I shook my head to the driver who came seeing me. He stepped aside. I sat inside the car and drove to the mansion.

I hurted already. I shouldn't do it anymore to her. I parked the car and ran inside to see Mommy and Jhanvi.

"Where's she?" I asked, my voice came out desperate.

They looked at me. And I heard sounds from kitchen, I ran inside saw her engrossed in cooking something. Feeling my presence she looked up and yes she was startled to see me.

I sighed with closed eyes. I wrapped my arms around her shoulder, pulling her to my embrace. Her head rested near my neck.

She flinched.

"I'm sorry." I whispered against her hairs.

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