Villain.
The smell of her is slowly fading. It's not as strong as it has been when he was first placed on her bed. Yes, his half conscious self realized it from the moment that they have moved him to her bedroom. But he went through a lot these past years, they cannot fool him that easily. He knows she isn't here. Otherwise the bed never would've felt so cold against his skin, it would've been warm, her soft hands would've been roaming all over his body, her beautiful eyes would've been furrowed with worry. Her fingers would have been running through his hair. After all he has been in a situation quite similar to this previously and that was one particular instance when he wanted to live and not die anytime soon. He was content with her being around him. He needed no medications. She has a weird power to make him feel alive, make him feel that everything is okay, everything is bearable and everything is happy. But now that happiness is ripped out of his heart. The pain in his hand seems like nothing compared to the pain in his chest. She left him. She broke her promise. Now all he feels is an empty hole inside of him and.... anger, plain, sheer rage.
His brain has woken up, but his body is still in denial. He wants to wake up and beat the shit out of everyone around him. He wants to destroy the whole world that took his Sudha away from him. And he will do just that. All he needs is his body to cooperate with his mind. The pain inside his chest is becoming unbearable. He wants her here. Right now. He needs her to hug him, to kiss him, to make him feel loved. But she is nowhere. As if a drug withdrawal, his whole body aches. Aches to have her back to him, to feel her skin against his, to smell her soothing earthly smell, to see the love and care in her light brown eyes.
The struggle ends and his grey eyes snap open. Red, puffy. Everything infront of him seems blurry. But he can smell her and the smell calms his nerves. He tries to sit up but feels lightheaded. His huge body falls back to the bed with a thump once again. He keeps trying. And keeps putting pressure on his hands. Which makes blood ooze out of his wound. But he feels nothing other than the one need of bringing her back to him.
And he finally makes it. He stands up, his bare upper body is filled with fresh cuts and bruises, his upper left arm has a white bandage wrapped around it which is not so white anymore after struggling so much and opening the wound. He pants, everything infront of him is still blurry, he feels tipsy, as if he can trip anytime. He blinks his eyes a few time and runs his hand through the scar on his face. He pinches his eyes, and shakes his head. But nothing changes. So he gets inside her washroom and splashes water on his face. But the drowsiness remains. He doesn't waste anytime and starts moving towards the door. He needs to find her. She isn't safe. Amit said she isn't safe, no, no, Abhay. That's his name. Yes. He needs to bring her back. He needs to claim what's his. And if that means destroying everything around him then be it. She was his from the beginning, and now she is more so. He knows his heart will stop beating the moment he gets rejected by her. There is nothing to hide anymore, he is addicted to her, addicted to her smell, her laughter, her warmth, her affection, her touch and her lips. He closes his eyes, as if to recollect the feel of her lips on his and takes a deep breath to stabilize himself.
He will burn down every single soul that dares to stop him from taking what's his. They want war, he'll give them that.
He walks inside his room and finds his lastly discarded black t-shirt. He puts that on with every bit of effort. Then he stands up and places his hand on the wall beside him for support. The drowsiness is bothering him way too much. He strolls toward his study table and opens the drawer and brings out the cigarette case and his gun, that's when he realizes he is still in his sweat pant, which doesn't have back pockets, so he changes into a jeans as well. Then opening the cigarette case and he pulls out a cigarette. Lighting it up he remembers her offended face, warnings him about the consequences, asking him to put it back inside the box. She would've been upset. But then again might not be, after all she left him all alone. His hand trembles as he inhales a generous amount of smoke and closes his eyes. But no relief. Nothing can ease the pain. The rage surpasses it's limits as he thumps his hands on the table with full force, while exhaling with a pained growl. The panting increases. His grey eyes become glassy. It's an unknown uneasiness. As if his source of energy has been taken away from him. He hastily puts the gun at his back pocket. With his dark hair disheveled he strolls out of the room. He needs to go to the hospital, he needs to witness the truth first.
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"Where the hell were you?!" Nihal shouts on Maya.
"Trust me, I left for half an hour only, that too for preparing the hot water to clean his wound. You said he should be unconscious for another twelve hours. I didn't expect him to wake up that early." Maya explains, her face doesn't betray her inner panic.
"God! If he woke up that only means he forced himself to do so. The injection was supposed to be a strong one but it seems his inner turmoil is stronger than that. What do we do now? Where is Ojas?" Nihal asks, as he brings out his phone to dial Ojas.
"He woke up, I don't know how and we can't find him." Nihal says as Ojas picks up. Nihal told both of them about what happened back at the hospital. He told them how Vasudha is not only fighting for her brother but for Danuj as well. Something that none of them could do. None of them was brave enough. But when someone is willing to unleash the truth and give him back his true identity he will not back down this time. He will help her with everything. Danuj might go through a lot of pain for now but at the end they might get to see him getting back what's rightfully his. Because Danuj seemingly doesn't care for his lost reputation or his lost identity but they do. Throughout the conversation Ojas remained unnervingly silent. Nihal didn't take that well. He knows the Ojas is hiding something. Because his face couldn't hide the raw fear. And when he asked why does he look like this, he left, saying he needed some time alone. That's the only thing that is bothering Nihal now.
"I know where he would be." Ojas answers.
"You do? How?" Nihal asks, furrowing his eyes.
"There's something that you need to know. But before that, did you not say Vasudha asked you to hold him back for a few days and then let him be free?" Ojas asks.
"She did." Nihal responds.
"Then know that she might have spent comparatively lesser time with him, but she recognized him quite well. It will take a few days for boss to gather the informations, that does the "hold him back" part. But the villain, the villain is unleashed sir." Ojas says coldly.
"What do you mean Ojas?" Nihal asks.
"I mean, now there's no holding back. Because we can't. It's Danuj D' we are talking about sir. Devansh Sachdev used to be considerate and Danuj D' understands only one thing, calming down his raging nerves. Vasudha was successfully doing that job for us for so many days, she was keeping him calm, under control. And she did that so well that we forgot who he is, who he has become." His voice breaks, as he adds,
"They took the one thing his sanity depended on, they took away his calmness, his lifeline. Now either he will destroy them from the core or destroy himself, unless he gets her back."
Nihal's eyes tear up, as he releases a deep sigh.
"Are you saying I did a mistake?" Nihal asks.
"You didn't. But you threw her towards a danger you weren't aware of. A danger she herself isn't aware of." Ojas answers.
"What danger?" Nihal asks, furrowing his eyebrows.
"I am coming, you'll know everything." Ojas responds.
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Driving the car has become a challenge for him. His eyes keep betraying him but he knows he cannot stop. Finally he reaches his destination and comes out of the car. He has long forgotten about the elevator as he takes the back stairs and struggles to run up.
Bringing out his cell phone he dials a number.
"Vasudha, find out where she is. C-contact the men who are in charge of keeping a watch on Ansh.... I mean, Ekansh Sachdev. They took her. I need every information. Every minute detail. Am I understood?" He asks in his deadly voice.
"Yes boss." The man answers as Danuj disconnects the call. He dials another number as if immediately.
"D'..? Where are you? We are freaking ou...." Maya's words get interrupted.
"Invite the shareholders of Sachdev Industries. Every single one. If anyone denies, make them accept. You know the ways. Force them to be there. The file related to all the shareholders are kept in the second drawer. They should be in the D' Imperium by tomorrow morning." Danuj says.
"But you said not to touch Sachdev Industries?" Maya asks cautiously.
"That was in the past Maya. When I was still figuring out my agenda because I was too weak to harm my innocent little brother. How can I forget that it's in his nature to take whatever is mine. And I never objected. Why? Because there was nothing more valuable to me than that precious smile on his face. But now I have something, no, someone.. someone that is more important than he has ever been. Someone who means the whole fucking world to me. And he dared to pull her out of my chest, he dared to take away my Sudha from me, the only person I value more than my life. You think I'll let him survive? You think I'll let him win?!" He stops and laughs menacingly. But that immediately changes into a pained expression. He starts talking but his voice breaks.
"I.... I never felt this way. It's fucking paining. My chest pains Maya. It hurts like hell. I can't, can't tolerate the mere thought of seeing her with someone else and he took her away. Why?! Why did he have do this to me? I was going easy on him. Even after what he did to me. I spared his life. But I did a mistake. That fucking leach doesn't deserve to survive though. And trust me, he won't. I won't let him."
"D'.. please listen to me. Calm down. We can sort it out. We can try other ways to bring her back, I mean without being violent. Are you listening?" Maya asks desperately.
"Violence? No. She will hate me if I resort to violence, you know. She is pure, brave, intelligent but never violent. Don't worry Maya, I'll be smooth." He assures and then adds,
"Unless he tries something that he shouldn't. It's a war Maya, it shouldn't be peaceful. Go, prepare for the meeting. You know what to do. They should be near to bankruptcy by the end of this week." He says as he enters the cabin that once used to be locked with Abhay sleeping on the bed. But now that's empty. Rage overtakes his senses as his whole body starts shaking.
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