Chapter 34 | psychotic behaviour

Khud ko khodi tumhe paane ke liye,

Ban jaaun jogi tumhe paane ke liye.

Tumhe paane ki tamanna mein,

Apne aap ko khona chahta hoon main.

Main chhodun duniya ki moh maya,

Tumhe paane ke liye, main ban jaaun jogi saadhu ya saya..

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(Same day: earlier)

As I sat at my desk, staring at the project files in front of me, my mind kept wandering back to the conversation I had with Martin earlier. He had asked me about Maxico, and I still couldn't shake off the feeling that there was something more to it. Vihan's evasiveness only added to my suspicion, and I was determined to get to the bottom of it when he returned today.

But as I sat there, lost in thought, my mind suddenly shifted to my sweetheart. I couldn't help but wonder what she was up to, and I felt a pang of longing to see her. I calculated the time since I last saw her - 14 hours, 35 minutes, and 4, 5, 6 seconds - and it felt like an eternity. It was as if time was moving at a glacial pace, and I was stuck in a never-ending cycle of waiting.

I quickly opened my laptop and connected to the cameras in her apartment, but she wasn't there. I cursed myself for forgetting that she was on duty at the hospital. How could I be so careless? I knew her schedule, and I should have remembered that she was working today.

I quickly switched to the camera in her cabin, and my heart skipped a beat as I saw her laughing with her friend. The image on the screen was like a ray of sunshine, illuminating the darkness that had been plaguing me all day. Her smile was radiant, and her eyes sparkled like a thousand stars as she giggled. Her hair was tied up in a messy bun, and a few strands framed her face, making her look even more beautiful.

As I watched her, I felt a sense of calm wash over me. It was as if all my worries and concerns melted away, and I was left with a deep sense of contentment. I was mesmerized by her joy, and I couldn't help but smile along with her. Her laughter was infectious, and I found myself chuckling at the absurdity of it all.

But as I continued to watch, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Who was this friend who was making her laugh so much? Why was she smiling at them like that? I felt a possessiveness rise up in me, and I couldn't help but think that I was the only one who had the right to make her smile like that.

I was the only one who had the right to see her laugh like that, to see her eyes sparkle like that. No one else should be able to make her feel that way. I felt a pang of insecurity, wondering if I was losing my grip on her attention. Was I just being paranoid, or was there really something to be worried about?

As I watched, she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, and I felt my heart skip a beat. Her tugging hair style is too dangerous for my heart,

"Meri saanse thum jaati hai jab uski late unhe paresan karti hai.or wo use apne halke haatho se apne kaan ke piche karti hai." (My breath gets taken away when her hair touches her ear). It was a small gesture, but it was one that drove me crazy. I couldn't help but think about how much I loved her, how much I wanted to be with her.

I couldn't help but feel grateful that I had the cameras to keep an eye on her, to make sure she was safe and happy. But at the same time, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was missing out on something, that I should be the one making her laugh like that, not her friend. I wanted to be the one she turned to, the one she smiled at, the one she loved.

As I continued to watch her, I knew that I had to find a way to be with her, to make her mine. I couldn't just sit back and watch her from afar, not when I knew that I had the power to make her happy. I had to take action, to make my move, to show her that I was the one who truly cared for her.

I closed my laptop, feeling a sense of satisfaction and calm wash over me after watching my sweetheart laugh and smile with her friend. It was moments like these that I cherished, moments that made me feel like everything was going to be okay.

But as I sat back in my chair, I realized that I needed to take my medicine to keep my psychotic behavior in check. I had noticed that my behavior had become more extreme lately, and I didn't want to risk losing control, especially now that my jaana was around me.

I thought back to our last conversation, and how I had realized that I needed to keep my personality in check around her. I didn't want her to be scared of me, to see the darkness that lurked within me. I wanted her to see the real me, the me that I was when I was with her. And so, I had made a conscious effort to take my medicine, to keep my emotions in check.

But now, as I searched the entire cabinet me and vihaan, I couldn't find my medicine anywhere. It meant that I had run out of it, and I wouldn't be able to take it until tomorrow. I made a mental note to get a new dose as soon as possible, to make sure that I didn't miss a single day.

As I looked at the time, I saw that it was already 7 pm. Vihan's plane landed over 30 minutes ago, and I needed to get him to my office as soon as possible. I called Arjun, and he came to my cabin promptly.

"Yes, sir?" he asked, standing at attention.

"Arjun, Vihan is coming, and he's already landed," I told him. "I want you to pick him up from his house within the next hour and bring him to my office."

Arjun raised an eyebrow. "Okay, sir, but why do you want to meet him at the office at 8 pm? It will be closed by then, and it's already 7 pm."

I leaned back in my chair, steepling my fingers together. "I have an important meeting with Vihan, and it's urgent. I need to see him as soon as possible, and I don't want to delay it any further. After you drop him off, you can head home for the day."

Arjun nodded, understanding. "Okay, sir. I'll make sure to get him here on time."

As Arjun left my cabin, I felt a sense of anticipation building up inside me. I was eager to hear what Vihan had to say, and I was determined to get all the details out of him. Today, he had to give me everything I wanted to know.

I thought back to our previous conversations, and how Vihan had been evasive about certain topics. I knew that he was hiding something, and I was determined to find out what it was. I was going to push him to his limits, to make him tell me everything.

And so, I waited, my eyes fixed on the clock as the minutes ticked by. I was ready for Vihan, ready to confront him and get the truth out of him. Bring it on, I thought to myself, a sense of determination and anticipation building up inside me.

I sat in my chair, my eyes fixed on the door as I waited for Vihan to arrive. My mind was racing with anticipation, my senses on high alert. I could feel the air thickening with tension, and I knew that this meeting was going to be crucial.

As Vihan walked in, I could sense the fear emanating from him. His face was a mask of calmness, but his eyes betrayed him. They were wide with a mix of emotions, and I could see the terror lurking beneath the surface. I knew Vihan, he was a man who didn't fear easily, but whatever was bothering him, it was big.

"Why did you call me this time, Mr. Randhawa?" he asked, his voice steady, but his eyes giving away his true emotions.

I chuckled, a low, menacing sound. "Don't you think you have to inform your boss when you come from a business meeting?" I said, poking my tongue on my cheeks. I was playing with him, teasing him, and I could see the annoyance rising to the surface.

Vihan shifted uncomfortably in his seat. "I was just tired from the flight, so may I go now? I will give you all the information tomorrow," he said, his expression a perfect poker face.

But I knew him too well. I could see the desperation in his eyes, the attempt to hide something from me. "Vihan, I know you well," I said, my voice low and even. "When you're genuine, and when you're trying to hide something. And right now, you're trying so hard not to give me any information."

Vihan's expression didn't change, but I could sense the panic rising within him. "I didn't try to hide anything from you, Aahan," he said, his voice steady.

But I wasn't having it. I leaned forward, my eyes boring into his. "Why not now?" I asked, my voice was rising. "You're well aware of how much this is important to me and my paradise. I've been patient for this for a long time, and now I want all the information. What happened in Mexico?"

Vihan's eyes flickered, and I could see the fear spiking. "I will give you all the information tomorrow," he repeated.

But I was beyond patience. I slammed my fist on the desk, making Vihan jump. "Vihan, I'm saying it for the last time," I growled, my voice dark and menacing. "Just tell me what the fuck happened there. Just say it, damnit."

The air was thick with tension, and I could feel the darkness rising within me. I was a man on the edge, and Vihan knew it. He knew that I wouldn't hesitate to do whatever it took to get what I wanted. And what I wanted was the truth.

Vihan's eyes locked onto mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of fear. But then, his expression changed, and he spoke in a low, even tone. "Aahan, I..."

But I didn't let him finish. I leaned forward, my eyes blazing with intensity. "Don't lie to me, Vihan," I hissed. "I can see it in your eyes. You're hiding something big. And I'm going to find out what it is."

I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on Vihan as he took a deep breath and looked at me with a concerned expression. I could see the worry in his eyes, but I didn't know what was causing it. He seemed to be searching for the right words, trying to gauge my reaction.

"Aahan, first listen calmly, then react," he said, his voice steady. "Don't behave recklessly."

I chuckled, a deep, menacing sound. "So you're afraid of my reaction," I said, my eyes glinting with amusement. "You're afraid that I'll become a monster in my anger."

Vihan's expression didn't change, but I could sense the tension in his body. He knew me too well, knew how I behaved when I was angry.

I leaned forward, my eyes boring into his. "And you know how I behave," I said, my voice low and even. "Then cut the crap and tell me what happened."

Vihan took another deep breath before speaking. "He rejected your proposal," he said, his words dropping like a bombshell.

I paused, feeling like I'd heard something wrong. "What did you say?" I asked, my voice was incredulous.

Vihan repeated the same line, his words spilling out in a rush. "He rejected your proposal. He said he didn't like to work with someone who didn't have the guts to face him, who sent a secretary to crack a deal. He said the king doesn't follow cheap beggar rules."

I felt a surge of anger, but it was quickly replaced by laughter. I laughed like a psycho, the sound echoing through the room. Vihan looked at me, horrified, but I just kept laughing.

My devil whispered in my ear, "Look, Aahan, he commented on the devil's rules. Don't you think you have to show him who we are?"

I nodded, my laughter dying down. "You're absolutely right," I said, my voice cold and calculating. "I have to show him who's in charge."

Vihan's expression changed, his eyes widening in fear. He knew that look, knew what it meant. I was going to unleash my wrath, and nothing was going to stop me.

I leaned forward, my eyes glinting with menace. "Tell me more," I said, my voice low and even. "Tell me everything."

Vihan swallowed hard, his eyes darting around the room. "I-I don't know what else to say, Aahan," he stammered. "He just rejected the proposal and said those things."

I raised an eyebrow, my expression skeptical. "You're not telling me something, Vihan," I said, my voice dripping with accusations. "What else did he say?"

Vihan hesitated, his eyes locked on mine. "He said...he said that you're not a king, but a coward he knows you more your vernability your cheap quality," he whispered. "He said that you hide behind your money and your power, but you're not a real leader."

I couldn't contain the rage that was building up inside me, a fury so intense that it threatened to consume me whole. It was like a volcano erupting, spewing out molten lava that was incinerating everything in its path. I felt like I was losing control, like I was no longer in charge of my own actions. My mind was a maelstrom of madness, a whirlpool of wrath that was pulling me down into the depths of insanity.

"How dare he!" I screamed, my voice like a wild animal's, a primal roar that shook the very foundations of the room. "How dare he reject my proposal!" I was beyond reason, beyond sanity. I was a force of nature, unstoppable and unrelenting. I was a tornado, a hurricane, a tsunami of fury that was destroying everything in its path.

I started throwing things, anything that came into my path. Papers, pens, chairs - nothing was safe from my wrath. I banged my fist on the table, feeling the wood splinter beneath my blows. The sound was like music to my ears, a symphony of destruction that was fueling my rage.

Vihan's voice was a distant blur, a faint cry of "Aahan, come to your senses!" but I couldn't hear him. I couldn't hear anything except the voice in my head, the voice that was screaming at me to destroy him.

"Destroy him," it whispered, a seductive serpent's voice that was tempting me with promises of power and revenge. "Destroy him for daring to question your power. Destroy him for rejecting your proposal." The voice was like a mantra, repeating itself over and over again until it became a chant, a battle cry that was driving me forward.

I felt like I was possessed, like something dark and evil had taken over my body. I was no longer Aahan, but a monster, a creature driven by rage and a desire for destruction. I was a demon, a devil, a force of chaos that was unleashing hell on earth.

I started to draw, my hands moving wildly as I scribbled on the walls, on the furniture, on anything that would take the mark. I was creating a masterpiece of chaos, a work of art that would be remembered for eternity. The lines were bold, the colors were bright, and the message was clear: I was a force to be reckoned with, a power that would not be denied.

But as I drew, I felt a pain in my hand. I looked down to see that I had broken my pencil, snapped it in two with my bare hands. And then I saw the blood, the bright red liquid that was flowing from my palm. I had cut myself, sliced my hand open with the broken pencil.

But I didn't feel any pain. I didn't feel anything except the rage, the anger, the desire for destruction. I was numb, a numbness that was fueled by my madness. I was a zombie, a creature driven by a singular purpose: to destroy him, to make him beg.

I started to laugh, a cold, mirthless sound. I am beyond humanity now, beyond sanity. I was a monster, a creature driven by my own darkness. And I knew that I would never be the same again.

The voice in my head was laughing too, a maniacal cackle that was echoing through my mind. "You have to destroy him," it whispered. "You have to show him who's boss. You have to make him beg." I nodded, my head bobbing up and down like a puppet on a string. I would do it, I would make him beg. I would destroy him, utterly and completely.

And as I stood there, my hand bleeding, my mind reeling with madness, I knew that I was beyond redemption. I was a psycho, a monster, a creature driven by my own darkness. And I would never be the same again.

My head was bursting with the voice of my inner devil, its constant whispering driving me to the edge of madness. The words were like a never-ending mantra, echoing in my mind and fueling my rage.

"Just shut up, shut up!" I screamed, pulling my hair in rage. The pain was intense, but I didn't care. I was beyond feeling, beyond reason. My hand was already bleeding, the blood dripping from my palm like a crimson waterfall. But I didn't notice. I was too far gone, too consumed by my own fury.

I pulled out my gun and put it in my head, the cold metal pressing against my temple. "If you don't keep your fucking mouth shut, I'll blow my head off!" I yelled, my voice hoarse with rage. The voice in my head was laughing, its mocking tone driving me further into madness.

Suddenly, Vihan appeared beside me, his eyes wide with concern. "Are you mad, Aahan? What are you doing? Put the gun down!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with fear.

I looked at him without emotions, my eyes cold and hard. I was beyond feeling, beyond compassion. "Then tell him to stop," I said, my voice flat. "He's saying I should kill someone, that he wants to see blood." The words were like a curse, a dark and twisted spell that was binding me to my own madness.

Vihan looked at me, clueless. "What are you saying, Aahan? Whom should I stop?" he asked, his voice laced with confusion.

I laughed at him, a cold, mirthless sound. "You don't understand, do you?" I said, my voice dripping with contempt. "You don't know what it's like to be me, to be consumed by this...this thing inside me." The voice in my head was whispering again, its words eating away at my sanity.

"Then, Get out of my sight, now," I growled at Vihan, my eyes blazing with fury. "If not, I'll shoot you." The threat was real, the gun still pressed against my head. I was beyond reason, beyond control.

Vihan took a step back, his eyes wide with fear. But then, another voice echoed in my mind, its words dripping with malice. "Why are you shooting yourself? You have to shoot him, the one who tried to disregard you." The voice was like a serpent, its words slithering through my mind and fueling my rage.

With a snarl, I pulled the gun away from my head and shot at the glass, shattering it into tiny pieces. The sound was like music to my ears, a symphony of destruction that was fueling my madness. But the voice in my head didn't stop. It just kept on whispering, its words eating away at my sanity.

In desperation, I decided to bang my head against the wall, " if I burst my head then he will stop shouting and screaming right." hoping to silence the voice. But just as I was about to do so, Vihan grabbed me, holding me back. "Aahan, no!" he exclaimed, his voice shaking with fear.

I turned on him, my eyes blazing with fury. "How dare you come in front of me?" I growled, grabbing his neck and lifting him up. He was choking, his eyes bulging with fear. I smirked at him, enjoying his terror. "I told you to stay away from me, didn't I?" I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt.

Vihan was begging, his voice hoarse with fear. " "You fucking bastard," he spat at me, his eyes blazing with fury. "Aahan, leave me.." But I just threw him to the ground, my anger and frustration boiling over. " "Leave me alone, Vihan. Just leave me alone dammit." The words were like a curse, a dark and twisted spell that was binding me to my own madness.

VIHAAN POV...

I looked at Aahan, and my heart sank. He was not the same person I knew. The man standing in front of me was a stranger, a person consumed by darkness and rage. His eyes, once bright and charming, were now cold and hard, like two stones that had been weathered by the storms of life.

He is not like this always he is the most amazing happiest and charming kid I have ever known but his childhood trauma is enough to make him a monster. I know he never tolerates his insults he hates when anyone tries to cross his path.

When his doctor called me and told me that Aahan had stopped taking his medicine and attending therapy sessions, I knew he was in trouble. But I had no idea it was this bad. I thought that with Ashika in his life, he would be okay, that she would be calm in his storm. But now, I realized that her presence was not enough. The medication he needed to control his illness was still essential.

I remembered the times Aahan would take his medicine, how it would help him stay in control. But when Ashika came into his life, he stopped taking it. I understood why - her presence had a calming effect on him, and he felt like he didn't need the medicine anymore. But I knew that was a mistake. The medication was not just a crutch; it was a necessary part of his treatment.

Now, as I looked at Aahan, I saw the consequences of his actions. He was bleeding, his head, hand, and chest covered in blood. I felt a pang of guilt and helplessness. I had to do something, but I didn't know what.

I decided to search for his medicine, hoping that he had left it somewhere in the office. But after searching everywhere, I couldn't find it. I was getting desperate, and I knew I had to think fast. Aahan was getting more and more agitated by the minute, and I was afraid he would hurt himself even more.

That's when I remembered Ashika. She was the only one who could calm him down, the only one who could bring him back from the edge. I quickly called her, my voice shaking with urgency. "Hello, Ashika, please come quickly. Aahan needs you."

I could hear the panic in her voice, the rush of footsteps as she hurried to her car. I knew she was coming, but I also knew that I had to do something to help Aahan in the meantime.

I looked at him, and my heart broke. He was standing in front of the mirror, smirking at his own reflection. I had no idea what he was thinking, but I knew it couldn't be good. I couldn't leave him alone, not even for a minute.

I quickly called Aahan's psychiatrist and told him to bring the medicine to the office as soon as possible. I knew it was a risk, but I had to try something. I couldn't just stand by and watch Aahan destroy himself.

As I waited for Ashika to arrive, I prayed that she would come quickly, that she would be able to calm Aahan down before it was too late. I prayed that the medicine would arrive soon, that it would help Aahan regain control of his emotions.

But most of all, I prayed that Aahan would be okay, that he would come out of this dark place and find his way back to the light.

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As I listened to Mr. Vihaan's panicked voice, my heart sank in my gut. What had happened to Aahan? He was fine yesterday, and the thought of something being wrong with him made my heart racing with anxiety. I felt a familiar sense of dread, one that I hadn't experienced since I lost my father. It was as if my world was crumbling around me, and I couldn't breathe.

No, no, I couldn't lose Aahan. I had to make sure he was okay. I didn't know what this feeling was, but I knew I couldn't bear the thought of losing him. He had made a strong and special place in my heart, and I couldn't let anything happen to him. The feeling of losing him was like a deep cut, a pain that I couldn't tolerate.

I took a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. I had to be strong for Aahan. I had to make sure he was fine. I didn't understand why I was feeling this way, but I knew I had to get to him as soon as possible.

As I sped my car through the streets, I couldn't help but think about Aahan. I had only known him for a short time, but his presence had affected me deeply. When he wasn't around, I craved his presence, his smile, his laughter. Was this what love felt like? I asked myself, my eyes widening in surprise.

No, it couldn't be. I wasn't in love with him. I only cared for him because he cared for me, because he had shown me kindness and compassion when I needed it most. That was all, I told myself, trying to convince myself that my feelings were purely platonic.

But as I drove faster, my heart pounding in my chest, I knew I was lying to myself. I felt a deep connection to Aahan, one that went beyond mere friendship or gratitude. I didn't know what the future held, but I knew I had to be there for him, to support him, to help him through whatever crisis he was facing.

I pushed aside my doubts and focused on the road ahead, my mind racing with thoughts of Aahan and what I would find when I arrived. I had to be strong for him, to be his rock in this moment of need. I would do whatever it took to help him, to make him fine again...

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