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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A K I R A
My body tensed to the suddenly striking brightness on my eyes; head spun roses when I tried to open them. The whole dimension seemed moving heaven and earth-my cerebellum malfunctioning. My sight was blurred and an eerie pain all over my body.
"Oh God." I shrieked. Twisting and stretching my body. I lay on my back, turning my face upward to the ceiling. The cold environ slowly ticked my goosebumps reminding me of last night.
I turned to my side, taking in my surroundings. I was in his mansion, a place I had become somewhat familiar with over time. But this room—it was unlike any of the guest rooms listed in the vast, palace like estate. There was an unfamiliar chill to it, a sterility that seemed to resist any trace of warmth or welcome.
I carefully took in every detail of the room. It was indifferent, almost cold, as if it held no memory, no soul.
"Had a pleasant night?"
A deep, familiar male voice suddenly sounded near my neck, startling me. The voice was rich and resonant, filled with an intensity that sent a chill down my spine.
I turned my gaze to the side, my eyes falling upon the man standing at the doorstep, leaning casually against the sturdy frame of the side wall. His presence commanded attention, almost magnetic in its intensity.His hair, tied back in a neat knot, lent an air of quiet control.
He stood there with a tee and trousers on, his arms were a canvas of intricate tattoos that seemed to tell stories of their own. This was the first time I didn't see him in his regular black jacket and hood.
A Mysterious smile surfaced over his lips while he eyed me up to bottom. I tried moving my body but failed to even lift a finger. The whole mass felt stoic and stiff as if the life had been snatched out of the shell.
"What have you done?" I screeched; completely struggling to lift my body. No voice came from his side rather than an unsettling nearing footsteps.
"It was a mild drug. Perhaps you aren't habituated." He let out a low chuckle, one that sent a shiver down my spine. His laugh was hollow, devoid of any trace of warmth or familiarity. This wasn't the Ved I once knew—the person before me was like a stranger, someone entirely transformed, chillingly unrecognizable.
"you... drugged me?" I managed to whisper, my voice shaky, and strained. I fought against the crushing weight of weakness in my limbs, every tiny movement feeling like an impossible task. The icy touch of metal dug into my bare wrists as I forced myself to look up.
Thick, unyielding chains bound my hands to the bed I lay on, their cold, brutal weight a cruel reminder of my helplessness. I whipped my head toward him, disbelief and fear twisting through me, unable to comprehend how he, of all people, had done this to me.
"Hmm. Truth seeks pain, Akira. And you are the one to bare it all." He sat beside me, slowly lowering his face towards mine and looking into my eyes.
"A lot has fallen down sweetheart. One of those is me."
