1st book in Tangled past series
𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞
They snatched everything from me and I curse them every moment, with every breath I take.
I am supposed to kill them both. I have dreamt of killing them, destroying them until they beg me to...
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A D I T I
“Influenced with drugs?” I questioned, kinda amused by the voice that reached back to me and it took me a couple of seconds to realise that the owner of this voice was me. I slipped my gaze from the car that just stopped and looked at the man standing in front of me. I shouldn't get attracted to him, I shouldn't have an urge to kiss him, to have a taste of those lips after knowing that he is an old man and definitely not my time yet…yet I crave for it.
I say to myself that it's because of the fever and the drug he talked about or maybe I heard? “Krunal?” I say, my voice barely a whisper as I try my best to open my eyes and look at him. It's then I trip on my feet but before I could fall, my hands clenched around his t-shirt, pulling it as a protective hand wrapped around my waist pulling me closer to him.
“Be careful, I don't want you to get hurt.” He said and I nodded at his words, smiling. I can look at how his chest is peeking from the area I am holding his t-shirt at. He smells good too. I part my lips, they feel dry and the burning in my eyes makes it difficult for me to look at him. It feels as if my body is on fire.
My knees feel weak and my hold on his t-shirt slips before I allow myself to slip. “Hey!” Krunal says, adding another hand to hold me and I slowly lift my hand to hold him by his arm. “I…” My words died when a feminine voice interrupted me.
“Aditi,” I fight the urge to move my eyes from the pair of eyes looking at me, holding me so I don't fall unlike everyone around me but after the second call I slowly turned my gaze to the female—my sister. “Aditi,” She rushed towards me, making sure to not trip while walking towards me and I threw a smile at her still holding krunal by his arms.
“Oh my god, Adi, are you okay?” Raanvi rushed towards me, a shadow following her and I squeezed my eyes, shutting then and opening only to find a familiar face. My nails dug into Krunal's arm as my eyes met with the shadow—the shadow slowly colouring itself. “Be careful, Mrs. Russo.” He warns his wife.
It's been years since I saw him or Papa and the sight of him is enough for me to lose connection with the oxygen. The old memories of how I saw them killing people covered my eyesight.
“The end. I want you to finish her story.”
The old voice played in my brain as I barely managed to open my eyes. It's weird how I am listening to this voice again after so many years but it still feels fresh—as if I heard it just now. My wounds—the one no one can see are on fire and I want to itch them—to ease the irritation it suddenly bought.
The End. It's so easy to finish a story that you started in the first place but my story was never really a story. I might be walking around like a normal person but my legs were broken the day I realised the true faces, the bloody hand of my loved once. I wasn't this hurt when I woke up from the coma to realise that I lost five goddamn years but I was on an urge to lose—I lost myself when I realised that my father was involved in illegal business.
