𝘼/𝙉: 𝘗𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘯 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘗𝘖𝘝𝘴
Trigger Warning. Read at your own risk.
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Uneasy
That's what I was feeling.
Like I don't belong here.
I was with Kashish at her house. Her parents were happy to see me.
We had been sitting in the living room for the past twenty minutes and talking.
I had never met a girlfriend's parents before so I wasn't hundred percent sure how it goes, but this can't be it.
They weren't asking me about my studies or intentions with their daughter, or how serious I was about her like I thought they might.
Instead, they were asking me about our company, my father, our annual turnover, etc.
It was more like they were interested in my family business. But I didn't wanna judge so I kept quiet.
This was making me uneasy in itself, but adding to it was the fact that Kashish was sitting beside me, well more like almost on me, while she was continuously rubbing my chest.
In front of her parents.
I tried moving her hands a lot of times. I mean isn't it inappropriate to do that while her parents are sitting opposite us and talking to me.
It seems so disrespectful.
But another weird thing was her parents didn't look offended at all.
Well........
Ok then
BUT...
In between all this, I was feeling uneasy about something else too.
I don't know what it was but just a little inkling of something off.
I don't even know what.
" So son, do you find our Kash beautiful? "
Mrs. Avasthi asked.
" Yes aunty, she is beautiful. "
I murmured. Not because I was shy, but because Kashish was breathing on my neck, and I was highly uncomfortable.
" Oh of course you do. I can even say she's the most beautiful girl you must have ever seen. "
She said smugly.
" I'm sure you feel that way, she's your daughter, and she is undoubtedly beautiful, but I'm sorry to disagree with you. "
I said.
They looked stunned.
Even Kashish froze.
" I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend anyone. It's just that I hate lying or whatever you can call this.
While I agree she's extremely beautiful, I know someone who's more. "
I said unapologetically while thinking about 𝑴𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒂.
I might look rude right now, and I understand that no parent would want to hear this, it just struck me bad when she was acting smug.
Something was pushing me to come clean.
They smiled awkwardly.
" So let's start with dinner, it's almost 9 p.m. Let me check the preparations."
Mrs. Avasthi said and left towards the kitchen.
I know that because one of the first things they did was give me a tour of their bungalow.
Mr. Avasthi kept talking about how lavish they are etc.
It was kind of clear what they were implying, I'm not dumb.
But again, I didn't wanna judge.
" I'll go and help her, while you can wash up. "
Kashish said and followed her mother.
" Come on, let me show you where you can freshen up. " Mr. Avasthi said.
We were just entering the dining room when I heard whispers.
" You need to do something. She seems important to him. She can be a pro - "
Mrs. Avathi stopped whispering to Kashish when we entered.
" Come son, take a seat. "
She suddenly said excitedly.
Kashish went to the living room to take something and then returned after 5 minutes.
I took a seat and the servants started serving.
We were about 5 minutes into the meal when I started feeling weird.
It was this heavy feeling in my chest.
I was feeling extremely uneasy.
Everything in my body was screaming at me to get out.
Or more like......
𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙃𝙤𝙢𝙚.
I was panting by now.
I could hear distant murmurs of them asking if I was alright, but I couldn't concentrate.
It was like a pull.
Something was itching me to go home.
And all of this was somehow related to Ana.
Like she was calling me or something.
I sprung up from my seat and ran towards the living room while shouting an apology towards the Avasthis over my shoulder.
I didn't care about anything. I just had this urge to just see Ana, to make sure she's fine.
I collected my jacket from the sofa and checked my phone while running towards my car.
My phone was turned off.
How????
I started driving while I turned my phone on with the other hand.
I saw Kashish run out of the house but I couldn't stop and explain to her.
And to be honest
I didn't even care.
I just had to see 𝑴𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒂.
It was about a 45-minute drive from her to my home, which wasn't making me feel any better.
Once my phone turned on I called her but her phone was switched off.
I tried multiple times, but it was the same.
" FUCK "
I shouted and threw the phone on my dashboard and it broke.
The feeling was getting worse.
I kept feeling that she was calling me.
That she needed me.
That she was terrified.
The last thought made me terrified too.
So I pressed the accelerator harder.
I'm coming, Ana.
I just want to see and hold her in my arms.
God, please protect 𝑴𝒚 𝑨𝒏𝒂.
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It was around 8 p.m. and I was watching DARK.
Until now it seemed great, and it wouldn't be wrong to say that I was hooked.
Our third year, first sem final exams were last month, so right now studies were a bit manageable.
It was Sunday so I had plenty of free time since I had completed all my assignments before time.
I have to say, the heartbreak of seeing the love of your life with someone else is a great motivation.
Kidding........
It's more like, since my heart is in pain, and I don't get to spend time with Haans anyway, so might as well use this time in something productive. It also helps me take my mind off the pain.
I have to admit though, it's not as bad as it used to be.
Or maybe I just got used to it in these five months since my confession.
Also, that doofus Zayn has been a great help.
I was just starting the second season when I received a call from Mumma.
" Mimi, Maansi will be coming in a few minutes, because I'm sure you must have turned my house into a dumpster by now. "
Mumma said.
Cue the Eye roll.....
" Our house Mumma. 𝘖𝘶𝘳 . 𝘏𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘦. "
I enunciated the last two words more.
" You wish. "
She said smugly and hung up.
" Nobody f*****g respects me, man. "
I mumbled looking at the screen.
I shrugged and started the series on my phone again.
The battery seems low but we can stretch it.
Just then the doorbell rang.
I ran down while still watching the series and opened the door.
" Hi Maansi aunty,"
I said while looking at the screen and turned and ran upstairs to my room.
This series is great.
And weird.
At around 8: 30 Mumma called again.
" Don't trash my house anymore okay. We'll be back in a couple of days. "
Mumma said, teasing me.
" Our. House. And what do you mean by anymore? Maansi Aunty might have cleaned it by now. I can't guarantee after though."
I said chuckling.
" What? I can't hear you through all this chaos. Anyways, since Maansi hasn't come because her daughter fell sick, you better not create any more mess. "
She said
" What do you mean she hasn't come? I opened the door about 15 minutes ago. She rang the bell. "
I said, confused.
" What? Oh God Rajat please ask them to quiet down, I can't hear a damn thing....
Mimi, I can't hear you, but Maansi might call if things get serious with her daughter. So keep your phone on. She will come in the morning instead. Take care, honey. I gotta go. "
She said and hung up.
But I couldn't hear the rest.
I was just stuck on the fact that Maansi aunty never came. So who rang the bell.
Maybe it was the children.
So I shrugged off the creepy chills I got and went downstairs.
As I left the room, it was completely dark, so I tried turning on the small corridor lights. They didn't.
Weird.
I turned on my phone's flashlight and walked down the stairs.
When I reached the living room, the main door was shut.
That's odd.
I remember opening the door and leaving.
And it can't be the wind, otherwise, the door would have slammed shut, creating enough noise to reverberate in the house.
I was feeling uneasy now.
But I tried shrugging it off and walked further.
I was almost a few meters away from the door when I saw that it wasn't just closed.
It was locked.
I froze.
Now I knew something was definitely wrong. I'm not stupid enough to think that I was delusional.
' 𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘴𝘵𝘶𝘱𝘪𝘥 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘵𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘭𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘪𝘵 𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘳. '
My brain mocked.
I slowly started walking backward while staring at the door.
I wasn't making any quick moves, to stay low till I reached the stairs.
I glanced at my phone and saw my battery was low and it was almost 9 p.m.
So I had to make an emergency call before it dies and since it's 9 p.m., the chances of someone being on the street and finding something fishy are almost nil.
I was scared but still sane for now.
So I pressed 1 to call Haans.
He's the only name in my mind.
But he aborted the call.
I tried again while glancing at the kitchen.
It was dark.
But I caught something shining.
It took 2 seconds to realize the shining thing was a knife.
And it was held by someone.
I caught sight of a silhouette.
I froze
And just then I heard the teller on the phone attached to my ear
" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧...."
My breath got stuck in my chest
My eyes started watering, lips trembling.
I was scared out of my mind.
He was looking at me too.
I knew.
When I felt something was wrong, I was sane enough to act on something, but now my mind was not functioning.
I couldn't think of anything except Haans.
He was all I could think about, but his phone being switched off was like someone snatched my protective bubble.
A sob escaped my throat when the silhouette started walking towards me.
The light hit his face and he was grinning.
It was like he was basking in my helplessness.
I made a run to my room.
I didn't know what to do.
I was falling numb.
Tears were running down my cheeks while I was clumsily running up the stairs.
Then I heard the sickening noise of his chuckle.
A shiver ran down my spine.
He wasn't following me in haste though.
It felt like it was a sick game for him.
I somehow reached my door.
Just as I was entering, my shoulder slammed the wall hard, causing the phone to fall from my hands.
Before I could pick it up, I saw him laughing like a maniac while he was on the top two stairs.
He saw me and laughed harder while he started jumping towards me.
Literally jumping.
He was making weird child-like faces.
All this scared me more.
He looked like he was mentally unstable.
I left the phone, slammed my door, locking it just as he was a meter away from me.
I fell just beside the door, crying.
" Open the door please, "
He said in a childlike voice.
It was scaring me more.
The only things I was scared of were creepy people and stalkers.
This was the definition of a living nightmare for me.
" Open it.
I wanna play with you,"
He said in a sing-song manner.
I was sobbing on my knees.
" OPEN IT "
He suddenly shouted while rattling the knob.
A terrified scream escaped my throat.
" Haans, please "
I mumbled sobbing.
" Oh, is this your phone? "
He said while I heard something scraping.
" We don't need this, it will distract you from playing. "
He said in a high-pitched voice.
I heard the voice of my phone switching off.
I was shaking from my sobs and frightened shivers.
" Haans.....
Haans please come home....
Please. "
I kept pleading in whimpers.
" Are you crying? "
He asked excitedly.
I heard him sitting on the floor.
I had a feeling he was right behind me on the opposite side of the wall.
I was going crazy in fear.
I just kept repeating Haans's name in whimpers.
He suddenly started singing
" I'm gonna get you "
in a high pitched voice and banging on my door.
It was getting harder to breathe because of how terrified I was.
" Please stop. "
I said, wailing.
Everything was silent in the house except my sobs behind my palms, and his sudden laughs.
After a few minutes of silence he asked
" Do you know, beautiful, what I would like to do with you? "
I held my breath, thinking of the worst.
" I would love to see if you are as beautiful on the inside, as you are on the outside. "
He said dreamily.
I was gasping for breath.
" I would like to see if you are just as beautiful as the other 3 girls I met this year, when I cut you open like I did to them. "
He giggled
A mix of scream and sob escaped my throat. I started sobbing in my palms again.
𝑯𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔...
" Okay....
Let's play hide and seek. "
He said excitedly.
" I will go to the end of this corridor, and then I will count to five, then - "
He said, excitedly...
" - I will break your door and get you. "
He said the last part growling.
I had almost gone numb by now but still knew that I had to do something, before he gets me or before I go completely numb.
I heard him keeping my phone on the floor, and his footsteps going away.
And then he started counting.
" 1
.
2
.
3 "
I took a deep breath, bundled up some courage, and got up.
As soon as he said 3 I pulled open the door and picked up my phone.
" 4,"
He said looking at me with a creepy smile from the end of the corridor.
I slammed the door shut and locked it.
" 5 "
I heard him running towards my door and ran to my washroom and locked myself in.
He banged it 3 - 4 times.
I turned on my phone and it was 2 % and called Haans with shaky fingers.
I could only press no. 1 because my hands were shaking so much.
The door broke and he entered the room.
I jumped
" 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘶𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘰𝘧𝘧....."
A whimper escaped me, but I had a hand on my mouth.
Haans please come home to me.
I need you.
Please.
I then called the next number that caught my attention in recent contacts.
Zayn
I prayed he would pick up.
The phone rang thrice before my phone switched off.
With that my hope of being rescued was destroyed.
" Where are you beautiful? "
He screeched.
He was looking around for me, in my room.
I tightened my palm on my mouth because I felt helpless.
Please God help...
𝑯𝒂𝒂𝒏𝒔..
Please come back.
Please.
𝑰 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖...
I could hear him moving around and searching for me while he kept giggling in high pitched voice and screaming
" I'm gonna get you "
I don't know how long I sat there before I started crawling towards the cupboard with all my towels etc.
I knew I was going to go numb in a few minutes.
I could feel my brain shutting down because of the terror I was feeling.
So I opened the cabinet and crawled in, and closed the door.
All this while I could hear him giggling like a kid excited to play.
Within seconds my brain locked down and I was just shaking.
I didn't know what was going on.
If he found me
All the noises were tuned out.
I was in a trance.
I was completely unaware of the tears flowing down my cheek.
I was numb.
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𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑬𝑵𝑫
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