ᴍɪʜɪᴛʜᴀ-𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

chapter 28

AUTHOR'S POV

The meeting started shortly after everyone was settled in. It went on for a while, with each person presenting their progress reports and the others giving comments on each one. Once the presentations had finished, the current topic being discussed was on collaboration and joint ventures between the two companies.The businessman suggested a possible collaboration project that involved exchanging of resources and sharing of technologies between the companies. The others seemed to agree, but he remained silent. His mind was still stuck with the honey brown eyes which he played with and broked. Everyone around him is engrossed with the seriousness of meeting's.

"You will regret this, you will die out of guilt I promise one thing i never gonna come back to you. And yes I loved you. I loved you more than anything else but right now I realised I made a mistake. falling for you was a mistake and praying for you was a mistake,trustinv you was a mistake, trusting you with my body and soul was a huge mistake."

Her words ring into his ears like a broken record.The weight of contemplation seemed to consume him.a whirlwind of indecision ravaging his mind. Part of him longed to bridge the gap between her and delve into a true emotional connection, while the other part, deeply entrenched in his manipulative tendencies, schemed for ways to manipulate the situation to uphold the image of control and power he had cultivated over time.
Caught in this internal tug-of-war, Rudransh found himself ensnared by the complexities of his own emotions. The prospect of genuine connection stirred a longing within him, yet the allure of power and control beckoned, tempting him to revert to his familiar patterns of manipulation and deceit.

"Are you listening, sir?"Rudransh snapped out of his introspection, his attention drawn back to reality as his subordinates looked at him.

"I'm sorry, please continue.. "he replied, a confident bravado concealing the tempestuous thoughts plaguing his mind
With a dismissive wave, Rudransh tried to banish the whirlwind of contemplation that threatened to engulf him. He forced a confident smile, assuring his subordinates that nothing could disrupt his focus. Little did he know that the internal battle would continue to rage within him, fueled by the complexity of his emotions and the conflicting desires that seemed to lead him down two separate paths.

Time passed as the night came, and the room fell silent, a veil of tranquillity enveloping the surroundings. Rudransh laid awake in his hotel room, alone with his thoughts. The memories of the day played in his mind, their shadows casting a poignant reflection on his inner turmoil. The battle between his longing for genuine connection and the fear of relinquishing control persisted, amplifying the quietude of the night into a cacophony of unspoken desires and internal struggles.

"no it's not true you can't do this to me, tell me, tell me that you are lying you can't do this i love you alot please don't do this to me"

Memories of her pleading and begging flashed within Rudransh's mind, the echoes of her desperate pleas resonating like haunting spectres in the quiet of the night. The weight of his actions and the impact of his manipulation gnawed at his conscience, a stark reminder of the toll his behaviour had exacted upon her. Despite his aloof exterior, his mind couldn't escape the profound impact of her words and the pain he had inadvertently inflicted.

As days unfolded, Rudransh found himself unable to escape the echoes of her presence. Mihitha's memories lingered in the corners of his thoughts, their silent reproach haunting him. Despite his attempts to shrug off any feelings of guilt or remorse, a nagging unease persisted within him. He was torn between the urge to confront the depth of his emotions and the safety of immersing himself in his self-indulgent pursuits.Each passing hour brought with it the unrelenting weight of Mihitha's absence and the lingering remorse that tugged at his conscience. He sought solace in his usual distractions, desperately seeking escape from the uncomfortable emotions that threatened to unravel him. But the more he ran, the louder her memory whispered, its echoes resonating with the undeniable truth of his loneliness and emptiness.As Rudransh struggled to regain control over his thoughts, an undercurrent of longing simmered beneath the surface. The ache of desire, the yearning for a genuine connection, gnawed at his resolve. He wrestled with himself, torn between the alluring allure of manipulation and the undeniable pull towards genuine emotions and vulnerability.Memories of the intimate moments shared with her, the nights spent in the sanctuary of each other's company, flooded Rudransh's mind. The weight of lost moments and shattered dreams hung heavy in the air, taunting him with the knowledge of what could have been. The echo of her shared experiences served as a poignant reminder of the depth of connection he had discarded in favour of his selfish pursuits.
With each passing day, Rudransh found himself ensnared in a perpetual battle with his conflicting desires. The lure of control and manipulation battled against the undeniable yearning for something more profound and authentic. Caught in this internal struggle, he wrestled with a sense of being lost between two worlds: the realm of superficial connection and the uncharted territory of genuine connection. Each passing moment became a dance with the tension between his ego and his longing for something more substantial, his journey marked by the echoes of the past and the uncertain path ahead.Time slipped by quickly, and two months had passed since he last caught a glimpse of Mihitha. The passage of time carried a mixture of feelings within him: relief at avoiding the discomfort of confrontation, yet tinged with a subtle sense of loss. Despite his efforts to bury the tumultuous emotions, the lingering memories of Mihitha's presence remained vivid in his mind.
Her each and every word and plea rings in his mind like an ever-present reminder of the emotional turmoil her parting had unleashed. The weight of regret and remorse gnawed at him, the echoes haunting his thoughts with a poignant sense of loss. No matter how fervently he tried to suppress his emotions, the remnants of her presence persisted, a haunting reminder of the impact her absence had on him.The struggle within Rudransh intensified as he endeavoured to maintain control over his emotions. The longing for connection battled against the ingrained patterns of manipulation and self-preservation. Each day felt like an uphill battle, each moment a test of his resolve. He fought to retain equilibrium, to find balance in the midst of an internal whirlwind of desires and fears. It was a delicate dance, a tightrope walk between the yearning for something real and the comfort of familiar, destructive patterns.,Despite his emotional turmoil, Rurandh couldn't resist keeping tabs on Mihitha. The need to know her movements, her thoughts, and her activities persisted, serving as a poignant reminder of his struggle between desire and self-preservation. The need to maintain a semblance of control warred with the desperate yearning for connection, creating a tangled web of emotions that he couldn't easily untangle.day's passed as he found himself stood in the same brothel he had frequented before meeting Mihitha, a profound sense of emptiness enveloped him. The familiar surroundings seemed hollow and devoid of the spark that had once fueled his wild nights. Memories of the chaos and superficial connections lingered like ghosts, leaving him feeling hollow and disconnected. He struggled to reconcile the depth of his feelings with the superficiality of this environment. The once intoxicating allure had lost its grip, replaced by a persistent yearning for something more genuine and profound.as he walked inside. The brothel's owner emerged toward him with a polite smile on his face.

"Welcome sir, the brothel's owner bowed in front of him in a respectful manner.

Rudransh acknowledged the brothel's owner with a curt nod, his weary gaze betraying the turmoil within. "What's the point of this charade," he muttered, his words laden with a mix of bitterness and resignation. "I've been here countless times, yet it means nothing, doesn't it?"

The brothel's owner nodded. His head hangs low in respect and obedience in front of Rudransh. The man asked what he desired now with a respectful manner and led him toward a room where a beautiful woman waited for him.
Rudrash followed the brothel's proprietor to a room, where a stunning woman sat waiting, her gaze meeting him with a mixture of anticipation and allure. Rudransh hesitated, his gaze flickering with a mixture of desire and apprehension. He recognized that this encounter held no prospect of genuine connection, yet the allure of momentary pleasure tugged at his inner desires.
The weight of indecision hung in the air as Rudransh hesitated, torn between his yearning for genuine connection and the allure of instant gratification. He stood at a crossroad, the path of true fulfilment beckoning with the promise of lasting fulfilment, while the path of instant satisfaction beckoned with the promise of momentary pleasure. As the beautiful woman awaited his next move, Rudransh's internal struggle intensified, his heart and mind engaged in an eternal dance between the depths of genuine connection and the superficial seduction of temporary delights.
As Rudransh stepped into the room, the ambiance enveloped him, the atmosphere charged with an electrifying energy. The beautiful woman greeted him with a warm, inviting smile, her presence intoxicating and alluring. His gaze lingered on her, taking in her every feature as a whirlwind of thoughts raced through his mind. She beckoned him closer, her fingers brushing against his skin, igniting a spark of anticipation. It was as if she could sense the internal turmoil that waged within him.As Rudransh's skin tingled under the touch of the beautiful woman, fragments of memories with Mihitha flashed through his mind, triggering a surge of conflicting emotions. Doubt, guilt, and longing intertwined, creating a chaotic torrent of emotions within him. The weight of the past weighed heavily upon him, the echoes of Mihitha's touch reverberating against the hollow chambers of his heart, serving as a haunting reminder of the depth of connection he once shared with his wife.The room's sensual atmosphere swirled around him, mingling with the echoes of memories that taunted him with their bittersweet symphony.
As the woman's touch wandered over his body, her fingers tracing a path of sensual exploration, he couldn't help but compare her touch to Mihitha's . The differences were glaringly evident, a stark contrast to the tender grace of his wife's touch. He yearned for the comfort and familiarity of Mihitha's embrace, the warmth of her presence that had once suffused his existence.Desperation welled within Rudransh as the memories of Mihitha still continued to haunt him. He sought to quench the ache by pulling the woman closer, attempting to drown his thoughts in the momentary distraction. His lips touched hers, and a pang of guilt washed over him as he felt the absence of Mihitha's warmth .As the woman's touch lingered on his body, Rudransh's emotions reached a breaking point. The memories of Mihitha loomed heavily in his mind, amplifying the ache that festered within him. Frustration and guilt swelled within him, propelling him to abruptly end the encounter. He stepped back, disentangling himself from her, his eyes snapping open as the harsh realities of his actions struck him with unforgiving force. The weight of his longing for Mihitha hung heavily in the air, a merciless reminder of what he had lost.
He felt the need to escape the suffocating atmosphere of the room, the echoes of his longing for Mihitha growing louder with each passing moment. He rushed out, the weight of his emotions threatening to engulf him. The world outside felt like a stark contrast to the warmth and familiarity he longed for, amplifying the void within him.