Chapter 24 | possessiveness and bursting out

Joone -ne- hak hai mera tumhe paana

Ise jisme ke saath saath tumhare rooh ko bhi hai apna banana

Kahi bhi chala jaye ye jism mera

Teri bahoo me hi hai meri rooh ko sukoon aana

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I woke up feeling refreshed, but yesterday's incident still lingered in my mind. The memory of Mr  Randhawa's intense gaze and possessive anger made my cheeks flush beetroot red. I scolded myself, embarrassed by my reaction.

"Why did I always react like that?" I wondered, shaking my head.

Just then, my thoughts shifted to Mihir. Today was his discharge day, and he had specifically asked me to visit. His parting words echoed in my mind: "Meet me one last time." Why did he add that? Did he sense something I didn't?

My mind began to wander, conjuring worst-case scenarios. Was this truly our last meeting? No, I refused to entertain such thoughts. I wanted to see Mihir again, to keep our connection alive.

Shrugging off my nonsensical thoughts, I focused on getting ready for the hospital. The routine tasks – showering, dressing, and breakfast – helped calm my racing mind.

As I prepared to leave, a mix of emotions swirled within me: excitement to see Mihir, apprehension about Mr Randhawa's behavior, and uncertainty about the future.

I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the day ahead.

As I slid into my car, Mihir's angelic face filled my thoughts. His bright, inquisitive eyes, rosy cheeks, and contagious grin had captured my heart in record time. I marveled at how quickly he'd become an integral part of my life.

Driving to the hospital, memories of our interactions flooded my mind. His curious nature, intelligent questions, and playful antics made me smile. I recalled his giggles, his excitement when sharing stories, and his unwavering trust in me.

Upon arriving, I stepped out of my car and headed toward the hospital entrance, bathed in warm sunlight. Sister marry, a friendly colleague, greeted me with a warm smile and a gentle hug. "Good morning, Dr Ashika! You look lovely today."

"Thank you, sister Marry! You're always so kind," I replied, exchanging pleasantries.

Everyone admired my calm and lovely nature, and I appreciated their kindness. It was a testament to the positive energy I sought to radiate.

Dr. Naina, a respected colleague and friend, approached me with a warm smile. "Good morning, Dr Ashika! Beautiful day today, isn't it?"

"Good morning, Naina! Indeed it is. I'm excited for Mihir's discharge," I said, my eyes sparkling.

, the nurse in charge, joined our conversation. "Dr Ashika, we're finally discharging Mihir today. Dr. Aarohi has cleared his mental health evaluation. He's ready to go home."

I beamed with joy, my heart swelling. "That's wonderful news! Dr. Aarohi is an exceptional psychiatrist. Her expertise is unparalleled."

Dr. Naina's eyes sparkled. "Mihir's been asking for you nonstop. He's desperate to see you. You've made quite an impression on that young man."

My cheeks flushed as I recalled Mihir's parting words: "Meet me one last time." Not just words, but a gentle threat from a little soul who'd claimed my heart.

"I knew that already," I said with a grin. "He'd warned me, 'Meet me one last time.' I have a feeling he's going to keep me on my toes."

Dr. Naina chuckled. "Well, it seems Mihir has you wrapped around his finger."

With a playful grin, I replied, "Guilty as charged. I'm off to meet that little devil. Wish me luck!"

As I entered Mihir's ward, a warm smile spread across my face. The little devil was laughing with his father, Mr. Raghuvendra Singh. Their bonding had transformed since our last conversation. I felt relieved, knowing he prioritised his son over wealth and work.

My thoughts drifted to our previous encounter, and I giggled inwardly. My lecture had done wonders! Mr. Singh's transformation from a distant father to a caring one was remarkable.

"Hello, my little devil!" I exclaimed, approaching Mihir. "I see you're finally releasing from this prison... I mean, hospital!"

Mihir chuckled, his eyes sparkling. "Beautiful, why didn't you come yesterday? I missed you!"

I hesitated, unable to reveal my encounter with Randhawa. Obviously I can't tell them I was busy with my Mr Randhaw. I chuckled at my thoughts, wait a minute what does it mean by 'my Mr Randhawa' no no Ashika you idiot, suddenly Mihir voice interrupts my thoughts and I come out from my la la land. Very good job Ashika. "Oh, I was, uh, caught up in a battle with hospital paperwork. It was a fierce fight, but I emerged victorious!"

Mihir giggled. "You're so silly, beautiful!"

I grinned. "Hey, someone's got to keep things interesting around here!"

Mr. Singh's expression hinted at skepticism, looks like he wasn't very satisfied with my excuse well, whatever and I focused on Mihir.

"Tell me about your day," I encouraged.

Mihir's eyes sparkled as he shared stories of his time with his dad. "We played games, watched movies, and had a picnic in the hospital garden!"

"Sounds like a five-star resort!" I joked.

Mihir chuckled. "Almost! But I'm glad I'm going home today."

A tinge of sadness flickered across his face. I swiftly changed the subject.

"Finally, you'll escape the hospital's terrible food!" I teased. "No more mystery meat or rubbery chicken!"

Mihir giggled, and together we laughed, creating a joyful atmosphere.

"I'll miss you, beautiful," Mihir said, his voice tinged with emotion.

"You sound like we're never gonna meet again." I playfully replied.

"Who knows." Mihir replied take me off guard. But I mentioned my posture and smiled a little. We are definitely gonna meet. Right!

"I'll miss you too, little devil," I replied, hugging him tight. "But don't worry, I'll visit you soon. And next time, I'll bring better jokes!"

Mihir grinned. "Can't wait!"

As I stood beside Mihir's bed, preparing to bid farewell to my little devil, he snuggled into his father's arms, tears welling up in his eyes. My heart swelled with emotion, and I fought to maintain my composure.

"Mihir, my little devil, don't cry," I whispered, gently wiping away his tears. His small hands clutched my scrubs, as if holding onto me for dear life.

He gazed up at me, struggling to smile. "I'll miss you, angel. I love you so much... besides Dad." His voice cracked, and my own eyes pricked with tears.

My voice trembled as I consoled him. "I love you too, Mihir. You'll always be in my heart. Remember, you're going home to start a new chapter, and I'll visit you soon."

In a sudden gesture, Mihir pulled me close, still in his father's arms, and kissed my cheek. I stumbled, off balance, and Mr. Raghuvendra instinctively grabbed my waist, pulling me against his chest. His lips brushed against my cheeks a little bit, sending a jolt of discomfort through me.

Before I could react, the cabin door burst open with a loud thud, and Mr Randhawa stood before us, his eyes cold and empty, his voice low and menacing.

"What's going on." His tone sent shivers down my spine.

My heart sank. Had he seen the intimate moment? I swiftly extracted myself from Mr. Raghuvendra's grasp, standing upright and attempting to compose myself.

"Mihir's being discharged," I stammered, attempting to deflect attention from the awkward situation.

Randhawa's gaze swept the room, his expression unreadable. He is looking like a tiger gazing at his prey. He is well trying to conto his anger but didn't help it. I prayed he hadn't misinterpreted the situation. His eyes lingered on Mihir, then shifted to Mr. Raghuvendra, and finally settled on me.

"Mihir, take care,"  Mr Randhawa said abruptly, his voice devoid of warmth.

Mihir's tears were forgotten, he smiled at Mr Randhawa. "Thank you, Mr Randhawa."

As Randhawa's eyes locked onto mine, I felt a shiver run down my spine. I couldn't decipher his emotions, but the intensity of his gaze made me feel vulnerable.

Mr Randhawa's grip around my wrist was like a vice, his fingers digging deep into my skin. The burning sensation made me wince, and I felt a surge of fear.

"Let go!" I pleaded, trying to pry his fingers off. But he didn't flinch, his expression unyielding.

His eyes had transformed into dark, bottomless pits, devoid of empathy or reason. They seemed to suck all light out of the room, leaving only an abyss of anger.

As he dragged me out of my cabin, I stumbled, my heels scraping against the floor. The hospital staff's concerned glances followed us, their whispers echoing in the corridor.

"Dr Ashika, are you okay?" someone called out.

But Mr Randhawa didn't respond. He didn't even acknowledge their presence.

We reached an empty room, and he slammed the door shut behind us. The sound echoed through the room, making me jump.

His eyes blazed with fury, his chest heaving like a bellows. His face was inches from mine, his hot breath washing over me.

"Who? ," he growled, pinning me against the wall. His voice was low and menacing, sending shivers down my spine.

What, what is he saying? I tried to reason with him, but he wasn't listening. His anger had become a living entity, pulsating with a life of its own.

"Mr Randhawa, please," I begged, trying to penetrate the darkness that had taken hold of him.

But he didn't hear me. His rage had become a cacophony, drowning out all reason.

"Who was that man?" he spat, his voice venomous.

I knew better than to lie. "Mihir's father."

His eyes flashed with possessiveness. "You're mine. No one touches you."

"What! What are you talking about Mr Randhawa you are not in your senses, please let me go." I tried to convince him.

"I'm in my all fucking sense, did you get it."

His words sent a chill down my spine.

Randhawa's anger had a psychoanalytic quality to it, a desperate need to control and dominate. His eyes seemed to bore into my soul, searching for a submission that would satiate his primal urges.

I realized, with a jolt of fear, that I was trapped in the clutches of a man teetering on the edge of sanity.

His grip tightened, and I felt a wave of pain wash over me. But he didn't notice. He was too consumed by his own demons.

"Mr Randhawa, you're hurting me," I whispered, trying to break through to him.

But he didn't respond. He just kept staring, his eyes burning with an intensity that made my skin

crawl.

I felt my body go numb, my mind reeling from Randhawa's intense anger. His eyes blazed with a ferocity that made my skin crawl. Before I could utter a word, his lips crashed onto mine, smashing any semblance of reason. He is kissing me like a beast, he is not kissing basically devouring me my soul through his kiss. His intensity of kiss is so intoxicating and electrifying. His kiss is turning more deeply by each passing time. He is kissing me like his life depends on this kiss. He is nibbles, biting, licking, sucking my lips his life out. He is not in mood of leaving my lips from his mouth. He is eating me nothing less.

And...

This wasn't a kiss. It was an assault. His teeth bit into my lip, tearing the tender skin. I felt a searing pain, like a knife slicing through my flesh. My senses fled, leaving me disoriented and lost.

Everything blurred. I lost track of time, of space, of myself. My thoughts fragmented, like shattered glass. I couldn't breathe, couldn't think.

When I came to, Mr Randhawa's face was inches from mine, his eyes still blazing with fury. His breath was hot on my skin, making my stomach churn.

I gathered my scattered wits and summoned every ounce of strength. With a surge of adrenaline, I pushed him hard, creating distance between us. My hands trembled, but I held firm.

My chest heaved as I took deep breaths, trying to calm my racing heart. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, threatening to spill. My lip throbbed, pulsing with pain.

Mr Randhawa's anger hadn't dissipated. His face twisted in a snarl, his eyes flashing with displeasure. His jaw clenched, muscles bulging.

I couldn't speak. My voice was lost, trapped in my throat. Fear gripped me, squeezing tight.

My eyes locked onto Mr Randhawa's, and I saw something that made my blood run cold. A glimmer of audacity, ownership, no this can't be maybe I'm seeing something wrong.

My mind reeled, horror creeping in. What had I gotten myself into? I wasn't able to process anything.

Tears streamed down my face, and I felt vulnerable, exposed. My body trembled, betraying my fear.

Mr Randhawa's gaze never wavered, his anger still simmering. I knew I had to escape, to get away from him. But my legs felt like lead, refusing to move.

Before I react anything Mr Randhawa start breaking thing which is present inside room he started shouting and braking he is looking like monster who is able to destroy everything which come on his way. This site gives me a terrible feeling.

Mr Randhawa's fury unleashed a torrent of agony within me. His thunderous voice slammed against my eardrums, making my head throb.

"You think you can defy me?" he roared, his words cutting deep into my soul.

I don't know what to say, because I didn't even get anything which he is saying, I didn't even know why is he reacting like that. When I defy him. I don't know. Suddenly light of room goes, fear which goes all ago started taking over me. A panic rose inside me. No no not now this can't be happening. I come over from all this then why it's is happening again. In all this year am I living in hallucinations that I successfully win over my darkest fear.

The room darkened, as if the shadows themselves were suffocating me. Fear's icy grip tightened around my heart, squeezing out every last vestige of hope.

Memories long buried rose like specters, taunting me with their horrors. I was a child again, trapped in that cramped, dark room. The stench of fear and despair clung to me like a shroud.

"Dad, please don't lock me in!" I begged, my voice trembling as tears streamed down my face.

But the door slammed shut, trapping me. The sound echoed through my mind, a haunting reminder of past traumas.

"No, no, no! Don't shout at me! Don't beat me! I'll be good, I'll be good!" I whimpered, curling into a ball as my body shook uncontrollably.

Mr Randhawa's rage became my father's fury, his shouting a cacophony of past torments. My mind reeled, memories swirling like a maelstrom.

I crawled backward, desperate to escape, but there was nowhere to hide. My body trembled, my eyes wide with terror.

Mr Randhawa's words were lost in the din of my memories. I couldn't hear him, couldn't see him. All I knew was agony.

I reached the corner of the room and collapsed, my small body shaking like a leaf. The darkness closed in, a suffocating shroud.

Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the sobs that racked my body. My heart shattered into a million pieces, each one cutting deeper into my soul.

As Mr Randhawa's rage continued, I felt my senses slipping away. The room began to spin, colors blurring together like watercolors in the rain.

His words became a distant hum, a buzzing in my ears that grew fainter with each passing moment.

I felt myself being pulled down, down into a deep well of darkness. The fog closed in, thick and suffocating.

I tried to hold on, but my grip was slipping. My mind fragmented, thoughts shattering like broken glass.

The last thing I heard was Randhawa's desperate voice, calling out to me.

"Jaana! Open your eyes! Sweetheart !"

His words were a lifeline, but I was too far gone. I felt myself sinking, sinking into the abyss.

Everything went black.

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My vision blurred, consumed by a raging inferno of possessiveness. Het face, once a radiant beacon, faded into the background, replaced by the searing image of that man's hands on her.

Who dared defile what belonged to me? Who dared challenge my ownership? My mind raced with questions, each one fueling my fury.

My thoughts were a jumbled mix of anger, jealousy, and desperation. I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else touching my Jaana, gazing upon her, or whispering sweet nothing in her ear.

The monster within me roared to life, unleashing a torrent of fury. I shouted, my voice thundering through the room, shaking the very foundations.

"Who was that man?" I bellowed, my fists clenched, knuckles white. My arms trembled with rage, my muscles bulging.

Her pain was invisible to me, obscured by my own possessive frenzy. I saw only the affront, the audacity of someone daring to touch my property.

My Jaana. My lifeline. My source of breathing. My reason for existence. I'd gladly rip out the eyes of anyone who dared look at her, who dared covet her.

No one deserved to gaze upon her beauty, her radiance. No one deserved to hear her laughter, her whispers. She was mine, and mine alone.

My anger raged on, unrelenting, a force of nature, unstoppable. I felt my pulse pounding in my temples, my heart racing like a runaway train.

But when I claimed her lips, something within me stilled. For an instant, I felt satisfaction and ownership.

She's mine. No one can take her from me. The thought echoed through my mind, a mantra of possessiveness.

Then, she pushed me.

My devil awakened, snarled and snapped, its chains shattered. My mind shut down, refusing to listen.

"No one denies me," I growled, slamming my fist into the wall, shattering the plaster. The sound echoed through the room, a stark reminder of my fury.

The room around me dissolved into chaos. Shattered glass, splintering wood, and her terrified cries filled the air. I was a monster, unchained and unstoppable. My rage consumed me, body and soul.

Her cries were lost in the cacophony of my rage. I didn't hear her, didn't see her all I knew was Fury.

My anger still simmered, a residual heat from the fiery passion that had consumed me moments before. But as the lights flickered and died, Jaana's blubbering words pierced the darkness like a dagger to my heart.

She was having a panic attack, her small body shaking uncontrollably like a leaf in a hurricane. I saw her struggling to escape her pain, but it seemed to be drowning her, dragging her under its dark waters.

My fury dissipated, replaced by concern and a deep-seated fear. I rushed to her side, my heart racing like a runaway train.

"Jaana, what's wrong?" I asked, my voice was low and urgent, but she didn't respond.

Her eyes fluttered closed, and her words became incoherent, a jumbled mix of terror and desperation. "Don't lock me in...dark monster...don't scold..."

I didn't understand, but one thing was clear: she was lost in her own world, trapped in a nightmare from which she couldn't awaken.

Fear gripped me, its icy fingers wrapping around my heart. I gathered her small body in my embrace, cradling her softly as if she were a fragile flower.

"Shh, sweetheart, I'm here. You're safe," I whispered, my lips brushing against her ear, but she didn't respond.

Her panic attack intensified, and I felt helpless, like a sailor navigating treacherous waters without a compass. I didn't know how to reach her, how to calm the storm raging within.

All I could do was hold her, whispering words of comfort, and pray that she'd find her way back to me. My fingers stroked her hair, gentle and soothing, trying to infuse warmth into her trembling body.

"Baccha, look at me. Focus on me," I urged, my voice barely above a whisper, but her eyes remained closed, shut tight against the horrors that haunted her.

Her fragile body trembled in my arms, and I felt a deep sense of responsibility, a sense of protectiveness washed over me.

I cradled her limp body in my arms, my mind reeling with terror. Her sudden collapse had shattered my world, leaving me breathless and bewildered.

"Baccha, sweetheart, wake up! Please, angel, don't leave me!" I implored, my voice cracking with desperation.

My words fell on deaf ears. She lay motionless, unresponsive, her beautiful face pale and still. My heart shattered into a million pieces, each one piercing my soul like a dagger.

I felt my own senses slipping away, my grip on reality tenuous at best. The room around me blurred, colors bleeding together in a chaotic mess. I couldn't lose her, not now, not ever.

"Ashika, my love, my everything! Come back to me!" I begged, my voice hoarse from screaming.

Tears streamed down my face, hot and unchecked, as I rocked her gently in my arms. I whispered sweet nothing in her ear, my lips brushing against her soft skin.

"Baccha, my little one, woke up for me. I'll do anything, just don't leave me. You're my reason for breathing, my heartbeat, my life."

My panic intensified, threatening to consume me whole. I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of my own fear.

What if I lost her? What if she never woke up? The thought sent a chill down my spine, freezing my blood in my veins.

"Jaana, please, sweetheart, don't take anything away from me. You're all I have," I whispered, my voice barely audible.

I buried my face in her hair, inhaling the scent of her, willing her to come back to me. My world narrowed to this moment, this fragile, fleeting moment.

Nothing else mattered but Jaana, her life, her breath. I'd give anything to see her smile again, to hear her laughter, to feel her warmth.

As I gazed down at my angel's fragile form in my arms, a primal urge to protect her surged through me. I couldn't let anything happen to her. She was my life, my reason for existing.

"Ashika hai toh Aahan hai, Ashika ke astitva se hi Aahan ka hona hai," I whispered to myself, my voice barely audible. (If Ashika exists, then Aahan exists; Aahan's existence depends on Ashika's existence).

I rushed to Dr. Naina's chamber, because her chamber is near,  Ashika's limp body cradled in my arms. The doctor's eyes widened in shock as she took in Jaana's condition.

"What happened to her? In the morning she is totally fine" Dr. Naina asked, concern etched on her face.

But I wasn't in the mood for explanations. My voice was cold, dark, and menacing.

"Check her. Fastly," I growled, my eyes narrowing into slits.

Dr. Naina's eyes darted to mine, and she took a step back, her face pale. She sensed the darkness emanating from me, the desperation.

"Please, Mr. Randhawa, wait outside," she suggested, trying to maintain her professionalism.

But I refused to budge.

"I won't leave her," I snarled, my voice sending shivers down Dr. Naina's spine. "If anything happens to her, no one will be able to save you."

Dr. Naina's hands trembled, but she continued her examination. I stood beside the bed, my presence imposing.

"Don't touch her unnecessarily," I warned, my voice was low and deadly.

Dr. Naina nodded, her eyes locked on mine.

"I understand, Mr. Randhawa," she whispered.

Dr. Naina finished her examination and spoke in a calm tone, "She fainted due to high blood pressure and overthinking."

I hummed, my eyes never leaving Jaana's face.

"Leave us alone," I ordered, my voice cold.

Dr. Naina nodded and swiftly exited the room.

As I gazed at Jaana's serene face, her pale skin was a testament to the turmoil that had ravaged her, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. My love, my angel, my everything lay vulnerable, her fragile form a reminder of the depths of her suffering. I knew every contour of her face, every curve of her lips, every sparkle in her eyes. But...this fear that lingered, like a specter haunting her very soul, was new. Unfamiliar.

Dr. Naina's words echoed in my mind: "High blood pressure and overthinking." But I knew better.  I could read her like an open book. Her distress ran deeper, its roots buried in a past I thought I knew.

Something was hidden from me, something big. I knew everything about her - her family, her past, her every secret. But this...this was new. I had uncovered every secret, every hidden truth. Or so I believe.

My fingers trembled as I caressed her hair, the soft strands a gentle reminder of the delicate balance between love and madness. "Sweetheart, my love, my angel," I whispered, my voice cracking with emotion. "How much I love you. You're my everything, my reason for breathing, my lifeblood."

"No one will harm you, Baccha," I vowed, my words pouring out like a litany. "No one will make you suffer. I'll find out who's behind this, and I'll destroy them. I'll dig their grave, Jaana, and dance on their ashes." My gaze intensified, my eyes burning with an unholy fire.

"I'll see into their soul, sweetheart," I hissed, my psychic nature taking over. "I'll know their deepest fears, their darkest secrets. And I'll use them against them. No one will take you away from me, love. No one will hurt you again." My lips brushed against her forehead, and I whispered, "I'll protect you, my love. Forever."

At that moment, I knew I would stop at nothing. My love had become an all-consuming force, driving me to the edge of sanity. I would unravel the mysteries of Ashika's past, expose the shadows that haunted her. And I would destroy them, no matter the cost.

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