𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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• R I V A A N •
Dark clouds loomed overhead, a thick, ominous blanket that seemed to press down on us. The breeze had picked up, sharp and biting, the kind that didn’t just brush past you but threatened to take you with it. The island, which had once seemed like a refuge, now felt like a trap. I couldn’t even hear the usual rhythm of the waves; the ocean had turned into something monstrous.
The water churned violently, no longer the serene blue I was used to, but an unsettling, inky black. It stretched out endlessly, a vast, terrifying abyss that seemed eager to swallow us whole. I glanced around, searching for any sign of calm, but there was none. The island's trees swayed violently, their leaves and branches twisting as if in a desperate struggle against the storm.
"This is bad," I muttered under my breath, my voice barely audible against the howling wind. It wasn’t just the weather—it was the feeling.
The beauty of the place had been completely swallowed by the storm. Now, it was just us, the endless ocean, and the creeping sense that we might not make it out of here.
I sat under the tree, watching as Meher gathered wood for the fire. The thick clouds made me nervous, and I couldn’t shake the fear that it would start raining any minute.
My stomach growled, but I ignored it. We had nothing left to eat. No more fruits, no more water. All we had were the clothes on our backs and the tent that barely stood against the wind.
It felt like this was it. Our end.
I looked at Meher, her face set with determination as she worked. I wanted to say something, anything, but the words were stuck in my throat. What could I say? There was no point in pretending anymore.
This is a nightmare. The storm was coming closer, and with it, an overwhelming sense of helplessness.
We were trapped on this island, with nowhere to go and wild animals all around us.
Stories from the news flashed in my mind—people stranded on islands, killed by animals or starving to death.
"I wonder if Bhai knows," I thought.
"If only I had listened to him and gone back to Hawaii instead of Costa Rica."
The thought of Bhai made my chest tighten. He had warned me. Told me to turn back before it was too late, but I didn’t listen. And now, here we were—stuck on this island, completely helpless.
I glanced at Meher again. She was still busy with the firewood, unaware of the panic creeping through me. I wiped my eyes quickly, not wanting her to see me like this. I had to be strong, at least for her.
But deep down, the fear wouldn’t leave.
“ Stop being a baby Rivaan” My subconscious voiced as I buried my face in my knees.
