Seize Her And....

Chapter : 35

I Was Always There.

Daivik knocks on the door thrice but received no response. He knows that the Manik he grew up knowing has disappeared. This man is nothing close to his docile, submissive brother. The darkness is evident in his grey eyes and he finds himself quite responsible for the change. He failed as a brother, he failed to see his pain, his slowly breaking heart, his loneliness.

He remembers Teressa saying while they were boarding the plane,

"He gave away his fear and discomfort to save Pihu. It shows that somewhere deep within him a small feather of goodness is still fighting to come out. If I am not wrong that feather is connected to Pihu. My instinct says she has the key to his happiness." She held his hand tightly as her eyes teared up and looked up at him with hopeful eyes. Daivik's heart clenched seeing her in so much pain.
"I am daring.. I am daring to hope Dev. Let's try to correct our mistakes. Let's try hard to bring him back to his old happy self. Please." She added.

That has given him the courage to face his younger brother. Right now he is resolute. He wants to correct his mistakes. He wants to stay by his brother through thick and thin. He wants to earn back the respect he lost long back due to his incompetence as an elder brother. With a resolute mind he pushes the door and surprisingly it opens exposing the gloomiest room on earth. The room is empty and devastated. The table is lying on the floor, upside down. The glass jug is broken into pieces as well as the glass tumbler. The pieces of glass are scattered around the floor quite dangerously. As he was looking around the floor his eyes fell on the imprints of blood leading towards the washroom corridor. He immediately begins walking towards the washroom but his legs stop midway.

Vulcan is talking, rather conversing quite loudly with someone from inside the washroom.

*Few minutes back*

"Manik. Wait. Manik." He hears his Dev bhai calling him but he is not in the position of responding right now. The headache has escalated to a degree that he hardly gets to breath. He feels suffocated. Something isn't right. He has never felt this way. He knows the usual pain, he has been facing that for the last few years, this isn't similar. This is too much to bear. He feels thirsty. He needs to drink something. Is he dying?

He runs inside his room clutching his hair within his hands. His breathing becomes erratic. He hurriedly speed walks towards the wooden table and without waiting holds the entire jug above his face and starts drinking from it.

The thirst isn't lessening. What the hell is happening? He looks at the now empty jug and an irrational rage takes over him making him throw the jug on the floor. The tumbler is empty as well. A growl of suffocation comes out of his mouth and within a millisecond he kicks the table throwing it against the wall and breaking the tumbler in the process.

He needs water. HE. NEEDS. WATER!

His eyes search around the room like a predator when he gets reminded of the 24×7 running water. Barefoot he runs towards the washroom, without feeling or noticing the broken pieces of glasses piercing through his flesh.

Inside the washroom he turns all the taps, even the shower on and places his mouth beneath one of it. His entire clothed body gets wet including his hair as he keeps drinking water with his eyes closed.

"How long will you avoid me Manik?"

A voice speaks from behind him. A voice he now recognizes without struggling. A voice that is similar to his but belongs to someone else. He clenches his eyes shut and covers his ears with his hands. Like a kid he keeps rocking back and forth. He won't turn around. He won't see this. This is just hallucination. He is an educated man. He won't fall for these traps. He is not going insane. He'll prove to himself.