Withering Heart

13

DO NOT IGNORE! I am a college student. Since I am in my last year, my schedule is already packed. From assignments to preparing for exams to thinking about further studies, still I take out some time from my schedule to write and give you updates.

I see, the chapters of this story has 400 plus views but not even 100 votes. I won't even talk about the number comments because they are just so disappointing. I appreciate each one of you and feel grateful to those who vote and comment but I seriously hate these silent readers. A person is putting efforts into writing and you are reading it but can't even touch a simple star. It's okay if you can't comment but what does it take to leave a vote? Why can't these silent readers understand that it demotivates us. We feel as if our stories are not worth it.

I hate to say this but I will have to put targets in every chapter if this continues. I write and I do need reward for my writing. Every author does!!!

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Sunset or sunrise?

                       AUTHOR

A loud slap resonated in the room followed by another one, just as sharp as the previous one. Ritik was unable to comprehend what occured just moments ago. He was too numb to move or even think about it. The impact of those two slaps were still on his left cheek.

With shock filled eyes, he looked at Ekaksh who was already glaring at him.

"Bh-hai.."

"Don't you fucking call me Bhai." Ekaksh sneered. "You truly failed me today, Ritik." The slight look of hurt was evident in his eyes but his anger overpowered it.

Rohit was smiling in contentment standing in the corner. His heart felt at peace hearing the slap sound. He was absolutely loving this drama. Finally, Ritik was getting what he deserves.

"You lied to me!"

Ritik was tongue tied. He never expected to be caught this soon. He thought, that Sitara will get the much deserved punishment for crossing his way but seemed like his plan flopped.

"I..I didn't." He gritted looking down.

Ekaksh clenched his jaw feeling the anger rising inside him. The moment Haya told him about Ritik threatening her, he started believing whatever Rohit says about Ritik. He started questioning himself for putting so much trust in his cousin.

"Don't fucking lie! Haya told me everything." Ekaksh raised his voice taking a step closer.

His tall height intimidated his cousin who was few inches shorter than him. Ritik was unable to find words to defend himself as he knew his plan has failed.

"Why don't you fucking get this thing?" Ekaksh held his collar. "Look at me!" He commanded and Ritik immediately looked at him sensing the threat in his voice.

"SHE DOESN'T LIKE YOU!" He stated clearly. Emphasising on each word so that it could enter his small brain.

"But I do.." Ritik muttered, his eyes were filled with tears, containing a different kind of madness. The madness which promised destruction and ruination.

Ekaksh was shocked seeing such madness in his eyes. Never before has he seen this kind of madness and stubbornness in him. He was always so respectful and understanding.

Or was he wrong all this while?

"What has gotten into you, Ritik?" He sighed leaving his collar. Ekaksh didn't want to involve his father in this matter as he thought he could handle it. Involving his father means inviting unnecessary drama.