Jonathan King
One week later.
The shattered glass crunched underfoot as Rhys let out a weary groan, lamenting the sixth glass I had broken in a single day. My average was ten. With haste, I poured another generous measure of whiskey into a glass still adorned with its glossy barcode sticker. "Jonathan, I haven't uncovered anything on Kegan Torrance, and it's painfully obvious where her heart lies," Rhys snapped, his teeth clenched tightly. "She's ready to run off to London with Mr. Torrance. It's over, and the sooner we accept it, the less we'll hurt."
The scattered shards glimmered menacingly on the floor, and a surge of anger ignited within me. My eyes blazed with fury as I stepped closer to him, my breath hot and heavy. "Your Devika is *not* my Anupama. Is that clear?" I hissed, locking my gaze onto his, both of us dancing on the edge of a fight. "At least she's honest with me, never tossing my heart around like some plaything."
I growled, almost raising my hands in frustration, a sharp pang of despair swelling in my chest. I took a step back, my voice dropping to a whisper. "She loves me, Rhys." My trembling fingers reached for my phone, lying idle in front of me. I knew she lived next door, but the thought of admitting our problems and feelings was daunting. I held onto a thread of hope that she might finally call or text to confess how deeply she regretted everything. But the blank screen stared back at me, offering nothing but silence. On the CCTV monitor, I caught sight of her, delicate and pained, surrendering the last box to the transport men who would carry away her love.
With a heavy sigh, I took the whiskey bottle in hand, tipping it to my lips and swallowing the fiery liquid that did nothing to soothe the ache in my soul. "You see, brother," Nico interjected, his voice laced with a weary resolve, "you can't stop the inevitable." I managed a pained chuckle, a bittersweet smile tugging at my lips. "Then by your logic, she was always meant to be." I poured more liquor down my throat, longing for oblivion—hoping to fall asleep in her arms, dreaming of her holding me close.
Levi, seated nearby, wore a look of deep concern, his eyes reflecting a blend of sympathy and confusion. "I don't think she would do something like that," he ventured quietly, his voice wavering under the weight of truth. "You can't honestly believe that?" Nico retorted, but Levi shot him a glare laden with every emotion coursing through him. "Why would she take so long to break it off if she didn't love him?" Rhys shook his head, draining another glass of scotch with a groan. "She got what she wanted and is leaving him. It's simple, Jonathan will just wake up to be the jerk he always was."
"And you seriously think she's never sought love in his eyes, the way she longs for him?" Levi challenged, his voice imbued with conviction. "Didn't you see her watching him as he passed through the halls, or how they lingered in each other's gaze before the elevator closed?" Their expressions fell solemn as the weight of their words sank in. Rhys rubbed his temples, the pressure evident in his features, while I continued to watch the camera feed, desperate for a glimpse of her. But the door closed without a second glance, and I was left staring at emptiness.
"I'll continue the investigation," Rhys said softly, "because one lover's eyes can always recognize another's, just like a friend's can." He slipped away, phone pressed to his ear, rallying allies as my alarm blared to signal our meeting. With a groan, I rose and surveyed the field of broken glass, remnants of every shattered moment, including myself. I stepped carefully on the shards, brushing off my collar and pulling it straight, then walked out with an icy demeanor.
My heart raced and then halted as an intoxicating sweetness filled the air, prompting me to turn my face away, determined to maintain my cold exterior. But my resolve melted as I caught sight of her, hair swaying gently in the breeze, her hands shaking slightly as she attempted to sign. "Baby, why do you bring us so much pain?" I thought, noting the pallor of her skin that betrayed her fatigue. "I have so much room in my bed; all you have to do is come lay beside me or call me to you. Please, stop hurting yourself."
"Jonathan, we'll be late," my mother said as she stepped out of the elevator, breaking my reverie. I didn't meet her gaze; my focus remained locked on Anupama, whose eyes flinched upward to meet mine. My heart halted in its rhythm, the sound of its pulse echoing in my ears as the world around me faded into darkness. She appeared like a wraith, hollow-eyed and ghost-like, her once-vibrant glow now diminished. I remained transfixed, longing to provide comfort, but she rolled her eyes and slammed the door shut, never casting a glance back.
I bit my bottom lip, hands shoved deep in my pockets, and walked out with an expression as cold as the ocean's depths. "The sea is frozen again, Anupama. You've ignited hell once more upon yourself, and this time I fear we both may burn in that fire."
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