The Bond Of Threads

13. Twin

The four men could not breathe in peace. Rivaan had by now tracked the whereabouts of Nakul. They were shocked to realised that Nakul stayed in a small worker's colony in a rented house.

They lost their appetite and were restless all the time, the way Nihaar had disconnected the phone, sent Vikram in frenzy. Nihaar was not known to handle things calmly. He believe in taking rash decisions and had not filter in his mouth. Ruthless was his middle name.
Vikrant had a sinking feeling that he was not there in Mumbai to have a watch on the boy. He was sure, Nihaar was not thinking straight. He did not want to jeopardize the situation that was already out of his hands.

"Shirom?" He called the young man, who was lost in his own thoughts.

Shirom looked at him blinked.

"Did you happen to talk to Nihaar? He is not receiving my phone. See if he talks to you." Vikram said in a concern filled voice.

"Don't worry, Bade Papa, I will talk to him." He assured.

Shirom was aware that Nihaar was upset and he could not blame the boy. Rivaan went silent after Nakul refused to come back and he had tried to talk to Nihaar only once. The talk was basically filled with apology and Nihaar just refused to talk more and disconnected unceremenously, sending Rivaan in another pool of guilt.

Shirom's phone went unanaswered ofr the fourth time. He finally called his mother, who was already a crying mess.

"He has closed himself in his room and not responding to onyone." She said within her tears.

Shirom felt utterly helpless. For a moment he wanted to go back and console the poor boy and his mother. He was caught in a dillema. He could not prioritize between staying in Sanchi and going back home.
It was after another five minutes that Nisha called him to inform that Nihaar left the house with a small backpack. They tried to convince him when he came to the kitchen to fill two bottles of water. But he did not pay head to the women. He just pulled Nisha in a brief hug and kissed his mother on her forehead, before ordering the security to look after those two and left in a car driven by a trusted driver.

Shirom sighed and raked his fingers in his hair in frustration. When he disclosed the news, Vikram had a slight dizzy feeling and was held by Vishal in time, before he lost his balance. It was a tough moment for everyone.

They knew, Nihaar would create a havoc until Nakul gave in to his wishes. It was either Nakul could give in happily or it would be an ugly fight, that could create an undemolishable distance between them forever.
Nihaar would not backdown. They just hope that it does not turn to be ugly.

Nihaar declined everyone's calls. He did not pay heed to any messages either from Mumbai or from Sanchi.

It was late morning the next day, when suddenly shirom phone rang with familiar ring. He quickly accepted the call.
"Nihaar!" He exclaimed in anticipation.

"Meet me at Nakul's place, Bhaiyya, in next twenty minutes. Bring everyone along. We will leave to Mumbai straight from there." It was in a cold determined voice and Shirom could see his fears coming true.

When he informed this to others, they were shaken to the core. They did not know how they could stop Nihaar from cretaing anymore mess. Rivaan rushed down to do the formalities of checkout and all others quickly wrapped up their small luggage and rushed down. They left the place in ten minutes and wanted to be there before Nihaar could, and stop him from doing the unthinkable.

Nihaar on the other hand, was determined to bring Nakul and Rishinn back home. His evil mind was not beneath peircing his haughty twin with a dose of a sedative and drag his limp body to Mumbai. He would do that if situation called for. He could even tie Nakul to bed, until he agreed to stay with him.