Chapter 16

(Naksh pov)

I was driving frantically through the bustling city streets, desperately trying to locate her. My emotions were in turmoil, and I couldn't discern the exact nature of what I was feeling, but my heart ached with a deep, overwhelming pain. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and I felt an intens

e urge to scream, cry, and slap myself for the pain I had caused her. She was already going through so much, and I only made it worse – why did I do that? I don't know...

I was lost in confusion and regret.

From the very beginning, I couldn't understand why I hated her, and now, I found myself unable to understand why it hurt so much, but one thing was clear – I needed to find her.

Sometimes we do things without understanding what we are doing and what its result will be, and right now, that is exactly where I found myself.

I parked my bike on the side of the street. I had been wandering around for what felt like an hour, but I had no clue where she was. Frustration boiled inside me, and in a moment of anger, I slammed my hand against the handle of my bike. I was so frustrated that every time I asked myself a question, the only response that echoed back was "I don't know."

"ARGH!!..." I yelled out, running my hands over my face in frustration.

"Why do you suddenly feel important when you were never important?"

I felt a sudden vibration in my pocket, and even though I wasn't in the mood to answer, I couldn't shake off the feeling that it might be her calling or that she had finally reached home, so I fumbled to retrieve my phone.

It was Mrunali.

"Hello...?"

"Naksh, are you still searching for Twin?" Her voice sounded painful, maybe she was worried about Pihu, I thought.

"Yeah, but I have no idea where she could be," I said with a frustrated groan.

"I know a place where Pihu used to love going when she was a child... I'll tell you, she might be there."

A glimmer of hope sparked within me.

"Tell me..." I hurriedly asked.

She gave me the address, and without wasting a moment, I headed in the direction of the park she mentioned.

As I drove, the only words echoing in my mind were, "Please don't do anything foolish. I promise I will make everything right again."

Those words weighed heavily on me, yet I was determined to stand by them. I know I can't but still, I wanted to feel the heaviness of those words.

As I arrived there, I hurriedly parked my bike and embarked on a quest to find her in the abandoned park. It seemed as if no soul had entered into this place for years, the air heavy with solitude and eerie.

After wandering for a while, I finally laid my eyes on her. There she was, seated on an old bench, her posture exuding loneliness, yet a remarkable sense of fearlessness.

As I stood there contemplating, I couldn't help but wonder about the depth of her struggles, the silent battles she must endure to gain such bravery. The night enveloped us in scary darkness, the absence of light casting an eerie stillness over the surroundings. The cold wind relentlessly hit our bodies, yet she remained composed, unaffected by the biting chill or fear.

To some, this might appear as an ordinary scene, but to me, it is a reminder of the past she carries within her.

With shaky legs, I slowly approached her, my heart pounding in my chest.

I was terrified - scared of facing her, I had no choice but to face her. I stopped a few steps to her left, feeling at a loss for words and unsure of what to do or say.

"You're the last person I expected to find here, Naksh Agnihotri..." Her voice echoed through the empty park, and I was taken aback by how she already knew. She didn't even glance at me.

"I could smell your fragrance the moment you entered the park," she said, dispelling my uncertainty.

After knowing her past, it's clear that she is sensitive towards smell.

At that moment, she didn't appear hurt or traumatized, just a lost person.

"What brings you here?" she interrupted my thoughts.

I didn't walk near to her, knowing that my confidence would falter the moment I laid eyes on her face. So I stood at the place where I was.

"I came for you, I was searching for you..." I murmured.

“Why?”

And that single word left me at a loss for words. Why? Honestly, why? I didn't know either. I didn't know why I had come looking for her. I didn't know why it hurt to see her like this. And I didn't know why I had never cared from the very beginning.

"Do you pity me, Naksh?" she asked firmly, her eyes locking onto mine.

For a brief moment, I was speechless, but then I uttered something that widened her eyes.

"I don't pity you, I pity myself..."

"What did you say?" confusion was evident on her face.

"I didn't feel pity for you, and I can't... How can I feel pity for someone who is so incredibly strong?" Her expression softened and became emotional as if she had finally heard something she had been longing to hear for years.

Her genuine emotions filled me with confidence. I may not know much, but one thing is crystal clear - I will not lose this person today, Not today!!...

"I feel pity for myself, Pihu... I thought I could hurt you and drive you away from my life with petty tricks, but little did I know that you were already a warrior, won the greatest battle of your life..."

She chuckled at my words, shaking her head in disbelief.

"When did you become a philosopher instead of a bad boy, huh?" she teased, arching an eyebrow.

"It's not about philosophy, it's about the emotions I experienced today," I replied, my voice carrying conviction.

"Come here..." She motioned me to sit beside her.

I approached and took a seat next to her. With a long, deep breath, it seemed like she was preparing to confide in something significant.

She extended her hand toward me, where a lot of cuts were decorating her wrist... My eyes turned wide in horror, she tried to attempt suicide.

She again chuckled at my expression,

'Has she really forgotten the emotions?" I asked myself.

she stared at her wrist, full of cuts. she mumbled,

"The one who gave me birth wished I died in her womb, the one whose blood flows in my veins cursed his bloodline... they all wished for my death but I was selfish to live."

'God why did you do that to her?' was the only thing my heart screamed.

As she gazed into my eyes, I found myself whispering, "Then be more selfish." For the first time, I managed to sustain eye contact. Her eyes, deep and lustrous, were the colour of pitch black with a glossy sheen that made them truly beautiful. They shimmered with unshed tears, adding a layer of intensity to the moment.

I gently grasped her wrist and ran my thumb over the cuts, feeling the slight tremble under my touch. "In a war, a soldier always bears marks that symbolize their wisdom and bravery," I said softly.

"These are your symbols of wisdom, Bossy. So be more selfish in the future and live more for yourself."

She looked at me, visibly taken aback by my words and actions. I, too, was surprised by my own actions, but something inside me was screaming, 'Not today.'

She became teary-eyed, which made me slightly panicked. Then, she placed her hand over mine and whispered with a smile,

"This is the first time someone has said this to me... Everyone told me it was just my bad luck and that I was a victim of destiny, but nobody told me I was a strong warrior... Thank you..."

Those words wretched my heart.

"I'm sorry for making your life more difficult..." But she shook her head.

"I never expect anything from you, Naksh..." And those words hurt for some reason.

" But maybe a little trust in me... People call you a playboy, but I never doubted you when you came home late at night because I know you have pride and you wouldn't betray me for some fling or something... I just want the same trust in me because I also have some pride. Is it a crime to expect this much from you?" She asked.

"It's not... Sorry for not being trustworthy but I never want to hurt you..."

She nodded her head at my words, "It's okay."

I gently urged her, "Let's go home, everyone is worried about you." She nodded in silent agreement once more.

For a brief moment, I gazed at her, holding back the words I longed to say. Deep within, I made a silent vow to myself, determined to replace her painful memories with beautiful moments.

(Author Pov)

They both walked toward the bike, she stared at the bike then at him and then again bike...

"I'm not going to come with you on this shit..." She exclaimed.

"What do you mean by shit? It's my baby girl..." Naksh shouted.

"Then you can fuck your baby girl but I m not going on this..." Pihu also shouted.

"Then what do you want me to do, go home and bring a car for Miss Elizabeth..." He sassily remarked.

"You can..." She nonchalantly said.

"Look bossy, I respect that you went through a lot today and lost your mind but I'm not going to this stupid thing... Now stop being a grumpy baby and come with me..."

Naksh settled down on the bike and waited for Pihu to sit but she was hesitating to sit.

"Bossy, trust me I will not throw you out of the bike and I'm a trained person..."

After a lot of bickering, finally, Naksh finally convinced her to sit on the bike...

As Naksh kick-started the bike, Pihu instinctively clutched the hem of his leather jacket and closed her eyes tightly, her heart pounding in her chest.

With a swift twist of the throttle, Naksh accelerated the bike to its full speed, the wind rushing past them as they zipped down the empty road. As he pushed the bike even faster, Pihu's grip on his jacket tightened, her fingers digging into the fabric as she held on for dear life.

Naksh stole a quick glance at Pihu's reaction in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but stifle a knowing chuckle to himself, realizing that, 'So this bossy is still afraid of something...'

However, he decided to keep his amusement to himself and gradually decreased the speed, casually mentioning, "Looks like a lot of traffic up ahead, can't really picthe k up the pace."

As he gazed at her, he noticed that she was still closing her eyes in fear. "Bossy, there is a lot of traffic and bends... So please hold me tightly so you will not fall," he urged. Without wasting a second, Pihu immediately circled her arms around his waist, burying her face in his back for reassurance. Naksh chuckled at her actions and couldn't help but mumble, "You're so cute..."

"Shut the fuck up..." She screamed... He laughed at her words.

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A dimly lit room, shrouded in darkness, with scattered items strewn across the floor as if thrown in a fit of rage...

"HOW THE FUCK COULD I HAVE MESSED UP LIKE THIS?" A deep, thunderous voice boomed through the room.

The voice belonged to Sidharth, his chest heaving as he struggled to catch his breath. His eyes blazed with red-hot anger, his hands furiously hurling objects in every direction.

"How could I don't know about this? How could I miss the important point? How?" He slammed his head on table.

His eyes blazed with a mixture of disappointment, anger, and hatred, vividly expressing his emotions.

Seething with frustration, he sat on the edge of the bed, his clenched jaw betraying the intensity of his feelings.

"This victory belongs to you, Aahan Agnihotri, but mark my words, I will fucking destroy you," he seethed with determination.

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