Ved Singhaniya, the sole heir of the Singhaniya's and a force of destruction, carried a curse from a past life-a burden etched into his very existence. Yet, every curse has its cure, and for him, she was his panacea, his salvation.
Akira Suryawanshi...
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THE SHADOW
She stood against the wall, gawking at me with wide open eyes filled with silence and fear. The shadow danced around her as the noise from the outside became sharper.
When I found the earring in her drawer, it shook my temples to the edge that the only shadow I saw was of my mother.
I had the same looking earring found at the site where my mother was murdered. That was enough for me to predict, she was there. Akira was there. And when I saw her in the training base, I was sure but more than that, it was painful to accept it.
Walking to her shivering body, I voiced in a rugged and more in a threatening tone. "What did you do to my mother?"
"I killed her. Yes." Her voice held no regrets as she spoke as if she wanted to claim her death as her own. Like she won it.
"Why?" I growled, hitting my fist into the wall behind her as she flinched.
The revelation hit me like a punch to the gut -she was the one responsible for it all, the one who killed Arav as well. How could I have been so blind?
Yet, in the end, she was nothing more than another betrayal. The bitter sting of it twisted deep, making my chest ache with the realization that she had played me from the very beginning. What stung even more was that she had fooled me so well -I had let her into my world, my trust, my heart-and all along, she had been the knife waiting to cut me down.
"Did you cut off your tongue this quick, Akira?" The nerves popped up through my neck to my arms as my fist tightened, surging all the rage and detest into my palm.
"Confess Akira. Right now before I lose it." My mind was clouded, so were my thoughts yet I could see here clearly trembling under my gaze. The fear in her eyes, the fear she had because of me was painfully pleasurable.
"I wanted to tell you. I tried to but-"
"Don't excuse me. I want the truth. Pure truth." I spoke in between, cutting her sentence in between.
"I tried to say it this morning, remember? About the syndicate. The maze-"
"Cut that short!"
Yes. This was my impatience speaking but what would I do otherwise? What I must do to lessen the pain, the ache in my heart? It wasn't even a complete month I had seen her in person but she still held a place in the in-most of me. She wasn't just someone I had been chasing after all this time; she had become woven into the fabric of my life, a person I thought I knew.
"Will you believe me if I speak? Are you even in the position to put your trust in me?" A small glint beamed at the corner of her eyes as she voiced.
