Hamraaz

11.

WARNING!! ⚠️
Sucidial Thoughts
Mu*der

ADVIKA PETROV

I freezed.

His words make me feel I am the rarest jewel in the world.
Safe. Protected. Rare.

Smirk grew on my face "Are you flirting with me, Singhania?"

His grin widened "Correction- I am obsessing over you. And from the day you came in the school mid semester."

He must be shitting me.

Before I could speak, a ring interrupted us.

I grabbed my phone and checked who it was.

I picked up the call and said "Hello?"

Whoever the dialler was, must be in a empty space because I could hear my voice echoing through.

The dialler laughed "Missed me, A?"

A shiver ran down my spine eyeswiden , I froze, my blood rushing throughout my cold body.

It's him. It's him. I chanted.

A bead of sweat ran down my temple to my neck further down to my chest.

Assuming my reaction, Kabir looked at me with concerning eyes.

"Be speechless, I am coming for you, A."
That was the last time I heard my stalkers voice before he hung up.

My thighs slickened with sweat, I shifted uncomfortably through the leather of the couch.

"What happened Advika?" Kabir waved at me in order to vent out my thoughts.

I didn't saw him, I didn't saw Kabir's face, instead I saw him.

My mother's killer.
My nightmare.

He's back.
To ruin me.

Without a single hesitation Kabir engulfed me into his arms "Hey..Hey don't cry...kya hua?" His soothing voice yet firm voice could've chilled the Sahara.

"Hes back Kabir,..He's back." I managed to say between my sobs and added "To ruin me.."

His face darkened. (cringe)

"Elaborate" He said.

I dipped my head low not wanting to look in his eyes "I-I have a stalker.."

His grip on my shoulders tightened,
"From when?" He inquired.

"I saw a letter yesterday night outside on my porch."

Dread halt in my stomach.

"Did you bring the letter with you?" His voice smooth yet commanding, perfect quality for an officer.

"It's in my closet" I said my voice low, I realized, we were really close. I was here, with the heir of a securi-

It clicked all for me, he was the heir of one of best security companies in the world. "Kabir..? I want you to do something for me.." I spitted.

His face looked scorched as if he was in the sunlight on a beach.

"What do you want me to do Petrov? Get on my knees and beg?"

Even in this situation, he's flirting with me and nothingness it actually made me smile. Everytime I encounter his smile, I feel like current blowing throughout my body.

"Touchè" I said and added "I heard you're the heir of one of best security company.." I scratched the nape of my neck sheepishly "So if you could help-"

I let out a squeal when Kabir pulled me towards him before I could even complete my sentence.

"You want me to help you?" He smirked.

I felt meek, weak, a coward but i had no option. "Y-Yes..."

His smirk melted into a grin "Lekin Lekin Lekin...tumhe humara ye project work akele karna hoga. Do you understand?"

I nodded.

"Words" He gritted

"I do understand, Singhania" I snapped.

After a while, I was making some fashion designs while Kabir was tracing down the number my stalker had used to call me, luckily that was a traceable number.

"Petrov..do you know someone named.. Keshav?" He said without looking up from his laptop.

I stilled.
the man in my nightmares, the reason of my nightmares, the predator of my mother.

"I didn't knew him personally...but I heard someone calling a man with that name...in my nightmares" He flinched when I mentioned nightmares and added "He...killed...my mother" I bit my lip in the refusal to not cry.

Our gazes met, a jolt of electricity awakened in me for a second.

"Let's leave this work, ye sab baad me bhi ho jaega" He said while shutting off his laptop and then keeping the books in a arranged way.

"But humare project ka kya?"

His face turned stern "Abhi tum jaruri ho ya vo do kaudi ka project?"

I nodded instead of arguing with him because that meant explaining Pythagoras Theorem to a primary schooler.

He sighed and looked at me, concern filled his eyes "Sab smjhao mujhe, I am not forcing you, agar tum batati toh I could research deeply"

I gulped "I was 9 when my mother and I were going to amusement park, it was not dark..not yet but when we were almost at the entry gate of the park, I turned around to see my ma if she could buy me candy floss" I smiled unknowingly at the memory "But she was not there...I looked everywhere, but what a nine year old could do.."

Before I could process, Kabir engulfed me into his arms and rubbed my back
"Shh...don't cry...my mom used to tell me if you ever see a pretty girl crying, make her happy"

Letter 12th to Advika

dear advika,

how are you? I hope you are doing well, taking care of yourself, I must assume you are probably 19 now. Happy birthday to myself!
did you healed from the scars that were never really yours? Did you asked from father dearest and Raisa? Did they wished you happy birthday and tell you not to cry because mama's not here? How's ma? Are you a fashion designer yet? Have you sewed the dress you've wanted when you were 12? Your dream dress? And have you found anyone, anyone of your dreams, anyone from your books? I hope you will love yourself  and treat the scars.
Your 11 year old self loves you.

- also this letter idea wasnt originally mine, I was inspired by Vridha's letters from the book 'khwaab' & 'haqiqat' by aasthakedelusions. So the credit goes to Aastha and I love her books smmm, check it out if you haven't yett!!😭💌.

will post soon ! love to my readers ^^