Threads Of Destiny (Rudra & Naina)

•|chapter 23|•

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Rudra's pov.

I want to hit something until I chase off the black fog that is taking a hold of my head. I shouldn't have stayed here for the night. I should have taken Naina home last night itself.

I never feel sad or fucking guilty after hurting something or someone. But right now I feel guilt consuming every cell in my body as those big innocent eyes wait for me to answer. Eyes that were so wide just a few minutes ago because I was squeezing her neck so fucking hard.

In my nightmare all I could hear was my grandfather hitting me, asking me to shoot and telling me how killing someone is the only way to quiet the monster inside of me. I wanted to shut him up. Naina's touch and her voice got so fucking mixed up with the one in my nightmare that I ended up hurting her.

"Your grandfather?" Naina asks. I don't look at her and instead lock my fingers together to control myself.

"Yes."

"What did he do?"

I release a heavy breath and rub my my face. "Nothing. Try to sleep."

"Rudra tell me something." She asks desperately.

"There's nothing to tell."

"Yeah, right." She scoffs. "You almost squeezed the life out of me, atleast I deserve to hear the reason behind it."

I look at her and wonder what should I tell her. The truth? A lie? Or a made up story that'll keep both us in our little bubble?

If I tell her the truth she'll see me for the monster that I am. Maybe I should tell her the truth, maybe then her aversion to me will make all the weird feelings I'm having go away. Everything will go back to the way it was.

But I don't. I don't know why but I can't tell her the truth. I get up from the beanbag, "Try to sleep." Before I could reach the door Naina reaches me and holds my arm, stopping me in my tracks.

I turn around and face her, "Naina, I -"

"Fine, don't tell me anything. Yet." She speaks in a soft voice. "But don't leave either. Sleep with me."

I raise my eyebrow and a blush creeps up her cheeks. "I-i meant, lay down on the bed. You need to rest too, you looked like you were in pain."

And she was in actual pain because of me. My eyes flick down to her throat where a light red mark has taken place and I feel the same urge of burning the world down and let myself burn in it for causing her pain.

She reach a hand upto her throat, "I'm fine. It wasn't that hard."

I narrow my eyes at her, "Don't lie."

She rolls her eyes, "Fine. It was so bad that I saw god and white light for a second." She says with sarcasm dripping from her mouth.

I almost smile when she chuckles. She moves closer to me and take my hand in hers. She has been initiating too many physical contact, not that I'm complaining.

"Don't feel sorry for something outside of your control."

But I do. And I never feel sorry for anything. What the fuck is happening to me? This little 5'4 girl is happening. She is tilting everything off its axis.

"You should sleep, I don't even sleep alot." And soon it'll be time for everyone to wake up.

"Then just lay down." She pull my arm until I move.