How I Wish I Were You (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7:- Innumerable

I know I've been gone for a long time. Please forgive me because I've been going through a lot over the past few months. I haven't been able to read nor write, thus the delay in updating :(

But here I am, after a long time, with another chapter I hope you all enjoy.

P.S:- You might want to read the story again...I had to too because I had mixed up the plots :P

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A crashing sound pierced through his ears, alarming each blood cell within. He shrieked in fear as he jerked up straight in bed. Reverting to his savior at times of exams on his side table, his brows furrowed at the odd timing; 3:21 AM. His jaw clenched and hands fisted in perplexion as he decided to tiptoe his way downstairs to investigate. His heart thumped with each step he took, each uneven breath responding to his failed attempts of calming that very heart. He considered the option of calling her. He had coerced himself as he inched towards the wired telephone sitting on the coffee table on one end of his mundane room when another sound echoed within the walls of the house. His footsteps retreated, and his hand slid onto the handrail for support as he progressed to the living room of their mansion-like house.

The living room was austerely dark, a faint cackle of wind chimes teasing in the background. He gulped in misery as he barely called out, "Ma?"

Footsteps speedened, rummaging through the clean floor as a seventeen year-old boy peeked from behind the staircase.

"Leave me!" A voice cried in despair as he recognized it to be his mother's.

"One more word and it won't take me long to fire another bullet. And trust me, it won't miss its aim this time." An uncannily familiar voice threatened. The boy scrutinized his eyes as he tried to identify the voice, until it turned to face him, widening his orbs. Behind the rugged man sat his feeble mother, with her wrists tied to the handrests of a wooden chair, her hair disheveled, her maroon 'sari' torn from places.

"I haven't done anything. Let me go!" Vishakha pleaded once more, her voice breaking every so often.

"I'm afraid all proofs stand against you." The intruder scoffed voraciously.

"They've been manipulated." She defended.

"And who has the power to change it?" He smirked with a villainous laugh before reacting to a phone buzz.

"Perfect timing." A police van screeched to a halt around the porch, its siren sounding more alarming than comforting.

"Time to go, Vishakha."

"The police is here. You can't escape." She attempted at cornering him.

"Why would I need to escape when they're my men." He snorted.

"You're part of the police department?!" She shrieked furiously, constantly trying to free herself.

"Only to help and protect our society, of course." The intruder freed her from her struggle only to tie her hands behind her back and pulling her through the main door.

"Leave me! Let me go!" She screamed at the top of her lungs as the engine revved.

"Let her go! Let Ma go!" Sameer yelled as his hand reached to stop her, still in his bed. Lifting his left hand he checked the time, 3:21 AM. Groaning slightly, his dismissively ignored the sweat beads as his teeth gritted in fury. In helpless fury of not taking any action when he had the chance to. The face of the intruder who tore his life into pieces flashed before his eyes, making his hands curl into fists and bang onto the wooden side table. No longer did he care about the oozing blood from his hand, because the seeping pain in his pierced heart hurt too much to numb the physical injury. Reaching out for his bike keys from his first drawer, he slid in a metallic steel object in his back pocket as he paced from his room, slamming the door shut.