Seize Her And....

Chapter : 49

A Witch.

He shouldn't be here. He shouldn't be prying into her personal belongings, shouldn't be touching her chair like a piece of art, shouldn't be changing the flowers before they die. It's her cabin. Exclusively hers and Dashis wants to keep it that way.

Since the day she left Bangalore he has been visiting this cabin on a regular basis. He doesn't know why, even when she made it quite clear that she can never be his. A conceited part in him keeps building various false stories to bring her out of that damned mansion, pull her back to him and never let go. But he knows her, she is a smart woman and she will see through him the very moment she lands her beautiful eyes on him. He clenches his fists beside him as his eyes keep looking at the small notes sticking out of her office diary, reminding him that this is her office and she belongs here, she belongs to him. He grits his teeth as his body starts shaking due to the rage growing within him.

The door to the office opens all of sudden, making him snap his head towards it with furious eyes. But when his eyes land on the aged man, he fights to control it.

"What do you want dad?" He asks feeling tired. The man slowly strolls inside the cabin, towards him, taking in the office that certainly gives off a very feminine vibe.

"Pihu's cabin I see." Rakshit releases a bitter chuckle.
"I never thought my son could be this much of a weakling, that too for a worthless woman." The very moment the words leave his mouth a fist speeds towards his face stopping some inches away from his face. The man doesn't flinch, as if he was waiting for a reaction like that.

"Where is the glory in fighting agaisnt an old man? If you were a man enough, you would have fought against that Nagpati bastard. Did I raise a coward?!" He snaps. Dashis slowly brings his hand back to his side and slumps his shoulders. His eyes fixed to the ground.

"You have no idea what you're talking about. She is different dad. You can't win her by force, by money, by trivial offerings. I have tried everything. I tried to manipulate her, tried to win her over by using her family, tried to lure her with something, anything.. but I failed. She looked dead in my eyes while rejecting me, without flinching, without hesitating, as if my efforts weren't even efforts for her. But she held that warmth of friendliness intact, she looked at me like she cared and I thought.. I thought that would be enough. I thought I could move on, but I can't, something is breaking inside me dad. Something is acting different since she left Bangalore. I am losing my mind. Because I don't want to be aggressive with her, neither do I want to see hatred in her eyes for me but I feel weird, I feel like doing reckless things to have her within my embrace. I am worried because I know if I pull her into this forcefully, she'll never look at me, let alone love me. She will despise me." He explains, his eyes trained outside the window.

"Despise? Love? Why do they even matter? You will have her under your control, for the rest of your life Dashis. What else do you want? There is nothing more powerful than control over another human being. It's like an addiction. The best kind. Grow some balls if you have any and make her yours." Rakshit orders.
"These bags under your eyes, this defeated demeanor, this hopelessness, these are making me sick of my own son. Crying like a baby for some random girl." He adds bitterly.

"Dad!" Dashis snaps.
"I am warning you dad, stop talking about her like this." Dashis warns, his eyes turning cold.

"Or else what?!" The man steps forward challenging his son, then scoffs.

"Your empty words aren't enough to scare me son. Keep crying, keep begging for her love and you'll be standing here, inside this office while she would be controlled by some other man. Because believe it or not women are some weak little things, they can't do shit on their own, they crave to be controlled by men, that's where their existence lie."