His Uncommitted Sin

The Hunt Begins

Vihaan's POV: 

I'm drowning in desperation. My heart aches, my eyes burn, and my mind is a jumbled mess. I feel like I'm stuck in a never-ending loop, reliving the same moments over and over.

All I can think about is Kanvi. I need to see her, to hold her, to feel her warmth. My arms ache to wrap around her, to pull her close and never let go. I'm starving for a glimpse of her, to satiate this hunger that's consuming me.

But she's gone. And I'm left with nothing but these haunting memories.

Karthik Uncle's voice cuts through my haze. "Vihaan, come on. We need to go."

I'm numb, unresponsive. Karthik Uncle dragged me to the shower and I washed away the dirt and grime. He's gentle and careful, but I don't feel a thing.

He helped me dress in fresh clothes, bandaged my wounds, and handed me a cup of steaming hot coffee. I take a sip, feeling the warmth spread through my chest.

We're at the airport now, going through the motions of checking in, security, and boarding. It's all a blur. I'm on autopilot, following Karthik Uncle's lead.

We walk up to a sleek, white private jet, emblazoned with the Arka logo. Karthik Uncle's gestures for me to board, and I do, feeling like a zombie.

The interior is luxurious, with plush leather seats and gleaming wood accents. He settles in beside me, his expression soft. We are joined by Mumma and Diya Aunty.

"We'll get her back, Vihaan," he says, his voice low and reassuring.

I nod, feeling a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, I'll get to see Kanvi again. Hold her again. Love her again.

The jet engines roar to life, and we begin to taxi down the runway. I close my eyes, feeling the familiar rush of takeoff.

We're airborne, soaring into the skies, leaving my heartache behind. For now, I'll hold onto hope.Where are we headed? Only Uncle knows. But I'm ready to follow him anywhere, as long as it leads me back to Kanvi.

As I close my eyes, memories of Kanvi's soft smile flood my mind. Her eyes gleam when she sees me, and my heart skips a beat. I'm an idiot for not acknowledging it sooner, for not cherishing the love she offered me.

My thoughts drift to her delicate features, the gentle curve of her lips, the sparkle in her eyes, the softness of her skin. I remember the way she'd blush when I'd catch her staring at me, the way her hair would cascade down her back like a waterfall of night.

A wave of hurt rushes over me, and my eyes waver. I feel like I'm drowning in a sea of regret. Why did I let my pride get in the way? Why did I push her away?

I recall a poem I once read in her book, the one I stole, the one that held her secrets and her heart. The words come back to me now: 

"In the silence, I hear your voice,A whispered promise, a heartfelt choice.In the darkness, I see your light,A guiding star, that shines through the night.
My love, you are the melody that fills my soul,The rhythm that makes my heart whole.You are the missing piece I never knew I needed,The missing beat that makes my heart sing."

Tears prick at the corners of my eyes as I remember the way Kanvi's eyes would light up when she'd read those words. I realize now that she was trying to tell me something- that she loved me, that she needed me.

Hurt seeps deeper, and my Adam's apple bobbles in pain. I feel like I'm choking on my regret, suffocating under the weight of my mistakes.

Why did I let her go? Why did I push her away?