His Uncommitted Sin

Game of Cat and Mouse

This is to compensate for last week's miss.

Kanvi's POV:

As I slowly open my eyes, the morning light greets me, but it's not warm enough to chase away the chill that's settled within me. The snow outside the window bay sparkles like a thousand tiny diamonds, but its beauty is lost on me. The heaters hum in the background, a futile attempt to thaw the frost that's taken hold of my heart.

I swing my legs over the side of the bed, and the cold floorboards bite into my skin, despite the thick socks that cover my feet. It's a pain that's almost welcome, a distraction from the ache that's been gnawing at me for weeks.

As I sit up, my phone buzzes with a series of missed calls from Kathie. I know why she's calling. Vihaan's been searching for me, relentless in his pursuit. The thought sends a shiver down my spine. I'm not ready to face him, not yet. The wounds he inflicted still feel too raw, too tender.

I think of Vihaan, and my mind recoils in pain. He was once my everything, my love, my shelter. But now, he's just a reminder of the devastation he left in his wake. I'm not sure I can ever forgive him for the way he hurt me, for the way he broke me.

The pain I feel is a dull, throbbing ache, like a wound that refuses to heal. It's a pain that's hard to put into words, but it's always there, lurking just beneath the surface. I feel it in my chest, a heavyweight that presses down on me.

I take a deep breath, trying to shake off the memories. I need to focus on the present, on survival. I need to stay hidden, at least for now. Vihaan's not a man to be underestimated, and I know he'll stop at nothing to find me.

I push myself off the bed, my movements mechanical. I'll get through this, one day at a time. I'll find a way to heal, to move on. But for now, I just need to keep moving.

I sit amidst the quiet, my thoughts drifting to the past. It's been a while since I left, and I've been fortunate enough to have Vidharth Bhai's support. He's been my rock, my confidant, my guiding light. Without him, I'd be lost, shattered into a million pieces.

The initial month was a blur, a haze of grief and heartache. I mourned the loss of my love, the love that Vihaan and I shared. Or maybe it was always just me. It was a beautiful, all-consuming thing, and its demise left me breathless, and broken.

But Vidharth Bhai was there, holding me together, piecing me back into a similitude of myself. He was the one who handled me, who knew exactly what to say, and what to do. He was my lifeline, my anchor.

I've been attending personal classes from professors, trying to keep my mind occupied, trying to distract myself from the ache within. And so is my work. Work from home. It's a slow process, but I'm getting there, one day at a time.

I've been careful, too, about who I trust. Winter, dear Winter, is a softie, a sweetheart who'd spill my secrets in a heartbeat if Vihaan persuaded her enough. But Kathie, oh Kathie, is a different story altogether. She's a strong, fierce bitch who doesn't bend to anyone's will. She's the one person I can trust, the one person who knows my location, and my secrets.

I smile to myself, thinking of Kathie's spunk, her spirit. She's the one who dares to ignore Vidharth Bhai, who dares to stand up to him even when he rejects her. She's a force to be reckoned with, and I'm grateful to have her in my corner.

But even with Kathie's support, even with Vidharth Bhai's guidance, I know I need to do more. I need to indulge in something else, something that'll take my mind off Vihaan, off the heartache.

I look around my room, my eyes settling on the canvas, the paints, the brushes. I've always loved art, and always found solace in it. Maybe it's time to pick up the brush again, to let the colours bleed onto the canvas, to let the emotions flow. And I know this too, that the art is going to turn horrible, yet it makes me happy.