Mysterious Oberoi

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My mind still hadn't processed that weird dream when I opened my orbs and glanced at a mascular figure leaning on the bed. He had sat on the chair, his hands grabbing mine. The darkness surrounding in the room made it impossible to glance at his face. Yet I knew, who he was but I had the urge not to accept it. Because accepting it would mean, accepting him as human. It would make me to show kindness towards him and I couldn't afford it. He was a criminal, the most wanted criminal.

The slight flash of thunder, sparkled a hint of light in the room. Giving a slight glimpse to his face. We were in close proximity on various incidents but I had never glanced at his face, carefully. His dominating, arrogant presence never allowed me! He would always be so intimating to even allow me to glance at his face with a clear mind.

He was handsome and I never doubted on it. But handsome wasn't a only characteristics that attracted me towards male gender. He needed to be more than just good looking. Kind, fragile, friendly, caring, understanding. Human! And Mr. Oberoi was anything but human? I highly doubted on that concept yet as I glanced at his face. The sleeping figure gave glimpse to his inner self. The fragile, exhausted self. The one who was exhausted with his life, tired and was carving to rest.

I shook my head at my weird thoughts! He was a criminal and I had to remind myself about it. Criminals weren't human. They destroyed people! They killed people and they should he hated and should vanished from the world. Or they would make the world a living hell!

I attempted to get my hands out of his grip. I despised his touch, it made me feel disgusted. But his grip was tight, the hold was tight. My struggles turned useless before his strength. He hissed in disapproval as I had succeeded in pulling away from him. His orbs opened, his eyes on alert, scanning the room in danger until it came and rest on my features.

Those high-alert orbs soften as his orbs found me. That exhausted face signing in relief. He grabbed my palms in his, his large ones rubbing my soft ones. "Why are you so cold?" He wasn't asking me but questioning himself. He seemed different at the moment, he seemed scared, frightened, nervous. He seemed human as he was staring at me in concern.

"Leave me..." I jerked my hands from his grip.

His face devoid of emotion stared at me. Those black orbs staring at me in arrogance. The Mr. Oberoi was back! He stood from the chair and without wasting a second walked out of the room.

•••

"How are you?" Diya was staring at me in concern. "Does it still pains?" She was staring at my bandaged arm.

I denied while passing a smile at worried Riddhi. She hadn't attempted to move towards me. She stood at the corner, grabbing the edge of Diya's kurti as if she was scared of getting near me.

"Riddhi," I called her. I couldn't glimpse the worry written on her face. I felt the need to wash off her anxiety, "come here..." I gestured her to move towards me.

"No," she muttered in fear. "I won't, it will cause you more pain." She mumbled, the pain was visible in her tone. "Dada had said to not trouble you."

"You're not troubling me," I stared at her in adoration. She was so understanding at such a small age. "Come here," I gestured her to come towards me. "Your presence fills me with peace dear, you can never be a trouble for me."

She hesitated for a minute before taking a step towards me. "Are you sure?" She raised her brow in worry. I gave her a nod in assurance. "You promised that you won't leave me again, right?" Her beautiful set of black orbs were staring at me with hope.

"I won't ever leave your side," I promised her. I had promised it to myself. A promise that I won't leave her side no matter the situation. I won't allow Mr. Oberoi to destroy her life.