Chapter 16 | Him
They’ll make it to the news, but the story behind will be our version of the happenings.
Divit is most certainly a genius.
After making sure she was sleeping comfortably on the rear seat of my car, we went back in with the kerosine filled jerrycan to lit ablaze the entire scene after buying out the resort authorities. Their cooperation costed me a hefty sum but that meant making the authorities convinced with the story he fabricated. Every single piece of gut, bones, and blood, everything was burnt to the point it was unrecoverable; to the point that the story sounded believable.
I had already checked for cameras when I first came to check on Disha. Turns out the bunch of assholes had it planned beforehand, because every single camera was taken down; which is still there on the footage to silence any suspicion. They dug their own grave.
Black took care of the story that was supposed to go out, and the legal process concerning the incident. We tipped and even threatened the few guests that were left by the time the incidence took place, to shut their sensory about the sounds they heard; or if anyone saw me walking towards the crime scene.
I even went on to message Apeksha from Disha’s phone telling her that she booked a cab back to home because she was tired. Another saying that she’ll be home late was sent to her sister who I’m sure, sensed something immediately and messaged back if everything was fine; to which I replied that everything was fine but not to inform Mom and Dad about the delay in being back, make something up. She texted back with a wink; I don’t think she gets it but it’s okay for now.
Now, all that was left was making sure the effect of the ecstasy ceased enough for her to stand on her feet. Thankfully she had gulped only half of what the bastard poured into her mouth. That was what kept her from totally blacking out.
After about two hours of meticulous work, we exited the resort on our way back. Black did the two-hour driving on our way back to her house. I sat on the backseat, with her head on my lap, admiring my adorable queen as she slept the drug away.
We bought enough time on our way back for her to gain full consciousness. Her eyes open ever so slowly, droopy with the hangover. Still looking tired as fuck but hot as hell.
But as soon as she realizes her whereabouts, those droopy eyes flood with emotions. Brows furrowed; heartbeat speeding and I can feel it from here.
“Where am I? Where are you taking me?” Her words are a mess, just as her head.
For some unknown reasons, we remain silent. But her anxiety’s kicking in even when she can’t quite get up on her own, “What’s going on? Please answer.”
“You are going home.” Divit answers from the driver’s seat.
“Home?” She eyes me suspiciously, and it makes me crack even in this crazy situation.
“As much as I’d love to take you home with me, I don’t plan on doing it like this.” My fingers graze her jawline and she melts into it unnoticing her own hatred. “And when I do take you home, I promise it will be as bride and groom. And I promise you wouldn’t have to worry about anything, because you’ll be mine, exclusively.” And in that moment, I can tell, she’s anything but scared. She’s falling for me.
“For now, were taking you to your parent’s place. Sounds good?”
Reassured by the softness in my words, she nods closing her lids, before whispering in a voice barely audible, “Thank you...”
The warmth in her voice reaches the far corners of my heart to places that she should not access at the moment. All I want to do is drench myself in that warmth and never come back to the cold darkness around me.
She sleeps on the rest of the way back. I can’t help but wonder what made her trust me like that, but the peace on her traumatized face is a contradiction in itself.
I want to kiss those soft lips and tell her that I’m her soldier and she’s the goddess I’ll always fight for; that she’s the duty I would sacrifice my soul for. That if she’s the reward I’ll make sure to win every fucking time. Only to have her to trust me.
WE PULL OVER TO HERhouse at about two in the night; the street is clear of people which makes sneaking her inside easier. She calls her sister’s phone to make sure her parents are asleep as I help her up and carry her to where her sister waits for us. Gawking... eyes wide in horror at the scene before her. I ignore her, slowly helping Disha on her feet.
“You’ll be better by morning.” I whisper, while Mahika never takes her eyes off us, staring in disbelief at what I just said.
“You’d look better with your jaws off the floor sweetie,” She gets startled at the sudden remark, and a hint of amuse touches Disha’s lips.
I turn to face her, looking into her eyes; my bloodied fingers grazing her cheeks again, I bend down to her ear, leaving her stunned by the sudden move.
“Don’t mistake my love for forgiveness muffin. You tried to run away from me. That deserves a punishment.” I whisper, before walking back to the car and leaving.
THE DRIVE FROM HERhouse back to mine was utterly stressful. I took my car alone after dropping Divit who promised to get my bike back to my place on my behalf. I don’t think I should keep going back to the crime scene when I am the creator behind it.
Being home was a never a good feeling ever since Mom died. The only thing that kept a little candle of hope lighted in my heart was the fact that I would see my sister; she has a strange resemblance to our mother. The same eyes, the same smile, the same warm grace that she used to talk with, and I saw hurt in those tiny innocent eyes because of me. All these years I loved her like my mom would, only to become Dad tonight.
And I realize that Anu is right, I have changed; I don’t fell guilt or shame in hurting anyone when it comes to her. Because every risk is worth taking, and everyone is worth losing if the reward at the end of it all, is her. The love of my life and beyond... My Disha.
If it means hurting even my muffin herself. Breaking her to the point that leaves her tainted by me. To the point where she finds me unforgivable.
I want all of her. Her body, her soul. Her love, her hatred. Her fears, and her comforts. But that doesn’t mean I would not claim a part of her at the very least, making sure nobody ever dared to touch what I leave unclaimed.
That’s my love for her.
Her poison and her medicine.
I ENTER THE CORRIDORleading back to the house after parking my car in the garage. The study is engulfed in darkness, which means Mr. Arora is asleep. It also means I have one less problem to deal with tonight.
I take the stairs up to the second floor, rushing to my bedroom door on the extreme end of the corridor. A noise coming from the other end startles me. I turn back to see Anu standing wide awake on the other end of the dimly lit corridor.
“Why are you still awake?” I whisper.
She stares at me in shock, horror filling her eyes as her eyes move down my clothes. Realization hits me that I have been wearing the same bloodied clothes, clearly looking like a murderer.
Which technically, I am. But she doesn’t need to know that.
“What are you?” Her whisper is too loud, so I pace straight towards her.
“What the hell do you mean by that? And why are you whispering so loudly?”
“I mean you look like you just murdered someone...”
“You really think I could do that...” My voice is a giveaway, but she looks too tired to mind it.
“Okay, why else would there be... Wait! maybe you’re a werewolf?” she retorts wide eyed; moving back like I will howl and transform into one right here. Oh my god! she wants to have this stupid discussion right now. My sister is annoying as shit.
“Do I look like a werewolf, kiddo? Because that would explain a lot.”
“Don’t lie to me. I have seen far too many movies to know what these torn bloodied clothes mean.” She says like she believes it, pulling out a laugh from my chest.
“I’d much prefer to be a murderer...”
“Cut the bs. Where were you?”
The question I was ready for, even if it came from someone I wasn’t expecting. “I was out with Divit. We hung out with a group of old friends on our way back.”
“I thought you stayed in the party.”
“No. It was kind of boring, and most of the crowd left after you. It was already late.”
“But what about this?” she points towards my gory outfit, “What’s all that?”
“On our way back, a car hit a truck and we were helping the survivors out...”
“Spare me the details. Please...” She stops me, looking convinced by my lies.
“So... have you forgiven me?” I ask.
Her eyes shoot open, realizing that she had forgotten about the temper she had on me.
“Yes... I mean I’m hurt. But I can’t blame you for that, I shouldn’t have bugged you like that. You were busy...” Anu sighs before remembering something, “One second. What were you busy in? I mean even Divit wasn’t there?”
“I was looking for a dance partner.” I say confidently, almost too sure she wouldn’t have noticed me. But did she really...
“Is it... Or were you looking for your dance partner?” She does the double quotes flashing a knowing smile on her sleep deprived droopy face, “I saw you dancing with Disha when I arrived. And I’ll have to admit, it was surprising to see you that interested in someone... I mean I haven’t seen you running behind anyone like ever... Like for as long as I remember.”
“You are thinking too much. Don’t stress out your puny brain.” I hold my heart in my throat before it falls out of my mouth. It’s a good thing this room is lit dimly, because otherwise my face would have given it away.
I haven’t shown any interest in Disha ever, in front of my sister, mostly because I never wanted her to be the front line of their personal gossip newsletter. Although I may have asked about her casually one or two times but that was long back when I first took interest in her. Don’t think that would have given me away. But who knows?
“I wouldn’t mind you dating her if she was available. She’s the best one I’ve known at school, and also my best bet if I ever had to choose someone for my brother. But that’s not the case now; just wanted to let you know she’s taken. Just got engaged; but I’m sure she must have told you that.”
Right, she’s was taken. By me. For fucking eternity...
And just wait till morning to know her relationship status.I wonder fighting the rising smirk on my face.
“Thanks. But no thanks. I told you I was only looking for another dance partner after your friend left.”
“You guys looked cute though. I wish...”
“You wish... now go back to sleep. Pratham will arrive tomorrow morning. You’ll have to get up early.”
I bid her goodnight and run back to my room as silently as I can; the need to wash everything off is overwhelming and my head needs rest desperately.
But right before I close my eyes, Disha’s face appears before me; like my mind has gotten used to thinking about her almost ritualistically, right before I fall asleep.
And I love reminding myself every night how I tend to lose all my senses, my self-control, my judgement of right and wrong when I’m around her. How my morals tend to disappear around her; all I feel is a primal need to pounce on her like a hungry animal on its prey, and tear her to pieces before consuming her whole.
Her outfit today was driving me crazy; just as crazy as I was when she sent me a pic with on the day of her engagement. Can’t deny but my dick is guilty of driving me back to here after seeing her in that dress.
I want to shred every last piece of clothing down to the ground when she looks at me the way she was when we were dancing earlier. My libido was frenzying on her fragrance; that was why I was in fact looking for her. To take her to one of my pre-arranged rooms and make her understand why branding her is the only option she’s left me with.
The night could have gone just like I had planned, if only she didn’t escape me after our dance. She’ll have to pay for that with her body; that’s the only method of payment acceptable by my depraved mind. And she’ll only be forgiven when she begs for mercy, while I fuck her senseless.
When we go back this time, I’ll make sure she understands my position in her life. And between her legs, where I’ll forever be seated.
To eat. To worship. To own her as much as she owns me.