why me?

Chapter 17

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Present

Third Person POV

"YES" that one word said by the detective and the pictures he saw with his own eyes had destroyed his life for the second time. The person who killed his brother and almost took away his father was the same person for whom he cared deeply. Remembering everything again made Vivan super angry. His hands started shaking, and his heartbeat increased.

He opened the drawer of his cabinet and took out a box full of syringes and medication. His heart was beating uncontrollably faster. His eyes were getting hazy. His throat was dry, and his head was spinning. With shaking hands, he grabbed the syringe and injected himself with a heavy dosage of his medication. He was having another anxiety attack.

After taking medicine, he sat down on his chair for a few minutes to let the med kick in. He switched on his phone and scrolled through his photos library and found the picture that was close to his heart.

"Why did it have to be you!" he caressed Misha's picture. "You were my best friend. The person whom I thought I could rely on...." with a heavy heart, he remembered everything again. Their friendship, their talks, the way she looked at him when he was sad on his brother's barsi, everything. He was remembering how he was started to get attracted to her, being close to her used to pull him; Her smile, her laugh, the way she used to argue with him about business and politics everything had attracted him. A small smile was forming on his lips, thinking about how they used to have fun together.

"Yes" the detective's word rang in his ears again, breaking his thoughts, and he closed his eyes, trying to forget it all. Once again, his smile had disappeared, he would have looked like a devil, but he did not look like one because his eyes held hurt and pain. "If the killer was someone else, it would not have hurt this much Misha. If the killer was someone else, then it wouldn't have been this way. But you came into my life. You pretended to be my friend, you pretended to be innocent, and for that, I will make sure that your life is hell. No matter how you made me feel, I know it was all an act. How could a daughter who killed her parents for money be the same person I met at the orphanage? You lied to me. You killed my brother, and for that, I will make sure your life is hell."

Vivaan left his office after work and returned home. He had avoided going back home since his parents left two days ago. He entered and freshened up.

He entered the kitchen and found kamla his maid.

Kamla saw Vivaan entering and "Bhaiya aap aagaye. Mein aapke liye dinner ley aati hoon" (I will get dinner for you)

After having dinner, Vivaan noticed that Misha was nowhere in the house.

"Kamla, Misha kahaan hai?" he asked his maid, who was cleaning.

"Bhaiya Misha madam ghar se baahar gayi thi" Kamla replied (Misha had gone out of the house)

After an hour, Vivaan heard Misha enter the house. She looked radiant and dressed up. She was laughing while talking on the phone.

Seeing her happy and bright, Vivaan felt angry. Getting married to him was supposed to be hell for her. This marriage was supposed to be his revenge, and he could not believe that she was happy.