Seize Her And....

Chapter : 53

Who is Mrinal?

Blood.

Snap.

Obsidian eyes.

Snap.

The woody, earthy fragrance.

Snap.

A blood stained wall.

Snap.

Darkness. Eerie pitch black gloom and a voice..

His voice.

"If my love is true Mrinal, if I my regret and pain is real, then your pains will be mine, all the discomfort you felt, all the torture you went through will haunt me as a curse for my failure to save you, to be there for you. I will punish myself for the sin I made today, through lifetimes, unless you forgive me for it."

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It's still dark outside when her sleep breaks and the sound of a painful groaning draws her attention towards the room opposite to hers. She was there with him till he fell asleep, she kept running her fingers through his curls and she was certain that he will have a sound sleep because he was in a very good mood after the terrace party.

That's why when she hears the sound of him groaning like this her heart clenches. She immediately jumps out of her bed, pulling her long hair into a tight bun at the top of her head. Her obsidian eyes fill with worry as she slowly pushes his bedroom door open.

She has been with this man for weeks now, she has seen him going through his uncontrollable pain. She knows he did not have a great childhood and knows that plays huge a role in his traumatic behavior. She is certain after reading that godawful letter, which needed to be left buried in the past. But destiny has it's own plan and he had to find it out and learn the truth that must have ruined him from inside.

He read it silently, uttered no single word to anybody and that's when she knew the Manik she loves is there, under the disguise of Vulcan. He was never lost, he was always there. Weak, defeated, hopeless and waiting.... waiting for someone who could rescue him and bring him to light.

That night she chose to take the responsibility but now as she looks at him, she finds it even challenging.

She wants to bring this man to light, the man who, right now, is holding his own throat in a tight grip, as if he wants to kill himself.  A thin streak of blood trails down the side of his slightly parted mouth.

His teeth is plunged against his tongue.

The horror she feels is inexplicable. She slaps her palm against her mouth as her eyes tear up.

"Manik!" She shouts, running towards the bed. Her hands pulling at his vice grip.

"Manik! Wake up. Please stop." She tries with every bit of her strength but his grip is way too tight for her. She understands that her power is not enough to stop him. Hence, she stands up and runs to the table bringing the glass jug filled with water. Without wasting a second she empties the jug throwing the water over his face and hears it, the silence.

The groaning has stopped. She places the jug on the bedside table and sits beside him. His eyes are still closed but his hands lost its vice grip across his throat. Pihu very carefully moves his hands from his throat and places her right palm flat against his chest, over his wildly beating heart. Her head tilts to the left, her eyes still teary and her heart still aching for this man.

He stirs, then opens his grey eyes and bloodied mouth at the same time, as if trying to breathe. Instinctively, Pihu cups his face and that's it, Vulcan lurches forward cupping her face instead and bringing it closer to his.