OS ll Open Your Eyes (Continuation)

The bursting music failed to fill the deadly silence from within him. The dancing, drunk figures seemed to only haunt him further into solitude. This is not what he had come here for. He had come here to get away from whatever that happened and to celebrate. Yes, celebrate. He had come here to celebrate his victory.

Taking the glass filled with some strong drink, he gulped it down in one go. The pale liquid seemed to sear through his throat. His neck seemed to be on fire. His vision was still clear though, his senses working but numb. Shaking his head a little, he looked around the club dancing in the fading lights.

Here, everyone knew him and he knew nobody. Here, nobody knew him and he knew everyone. He was a part of the crowd which didn't care for anyone. He was alone in the world where everyone card. Where was he?

"Hey, wanna join me for a dance?" A seductive voice pulled him from the whirlpool of empty thoughts. Turning back, he saw a young girl dressed in clothes which showed the curves of her body like she was standing in a see through plastic bag. Her smile was confident and inviting. Her features hidden beneath the layers of makeup were doing their job; making the heads turn. No doubt she was beautiful. And disgusting.

Giving her s**tty pose one amusing look, he smiled and got up. Without invitation, she grabbed his hand and lead him to the floor. And he obliged. For once, he was letting someone else take the lead and looking forward to what was going to happen.

Once on the floor, she put his hands on her waist and moved closer to him. Their bodies moving to the beat of the song. The blinking lights of the club shining over their heads as they danced in the crowd of strangers. She kept on moving closer to him, showing her desperation for him. Her seductive little moves and expressions, he knew them so well. That's what every other girl did to him.

Taking his eyes off from her, he looked up. Just then, the lights flickered as the beat of the song changed. The blinking of the lights was rapid. One second, the club was in darkness and the next, some lights illuminated it for a while. And in that blinking, he saw her.

She was dancing, a happy smile on her face. Her steps mismatching with the song, her attitude carefree. She danced like a wild cat that she always was. She didn't care for once that she was the odd one out in the crowd for dancing in a purely Punjabi way when everyone was moving their bodies in a western way.

He stopped dancing. What was she doing here? She wasn't here. He shook his head as the tempo of the blinking lights returned to normal. She was gone.

"What happened?" The girl in his arms looked at him, confused at his abrupt stop. He looked down at her. Who was she? Why was she in his arms? Pushing her aside, he walked away.

"Hey!" He faintly heard her cry out as he walked away from that disturbing crowd. What was wrong with him?

At the bar, he ordered another drink and just like the previous one, he finished it in one gulp. His head seemed to be spinning now, the drinks were getting to him. He never got drunk but he was only a human, no matter what people thought of him. Bowing his head, he closed his eyes to clear his mind.

Big mistake.

She was there. Dancing away like a little kid. Her hair were untied. She wasn't dressed up expensively like the other girls in the club but she seemed to be radiating a glow which outshone everyone he had ever seen. Her smile, it was like there was no trouble in the world for her. God, he wanted her.

At this thought, he eyes snapped open. Getting up he looked around, but she was nowhere to be seen. Was he going crazy? No, he needed to get out of there fast.

Steady, he walked out of the loud club and into the silent and cool night. Ignoring everyone who came in his path he went towards his car. Snatching the key from the valet and shoving a few currency notes in his hand, he opened the door to his car and got in. Putting the key in the ignition, he started his car and stormed away on the straight, empty roads.

The silence inside of him was getting louder each second. It seemed to penetrate through his soul and circulate in his veins. Restlessness surrounded him. His driving was fast and rash. He seemed to be struggling with himself. Why? He didn't know.

The tires screeched as he suddenly hit the brakes. His car stopped in the middle of the empty road as his eyes rested on the ring which lay on his left ring finger. His engagement ring...

Tired, he rested his head on the back of his seat and closed his eyes. He was transferred to the majestically decorated royal hall, full of lights and people. He was standing at the center of everything, a smile plastered on his lips. He was waiting for someone.

She was walking down the stairs, her head held high and a gentle smile gracing her lips. Dressed in a traditional dress of sky blue color, she looked breathtaking. He remembered looking at her mesmerized as she walked towards him and stood beside him, the smile never leaving her lips.

The rings were exchanged in a jubilant atmosphere as applause and cheers filled the room. He remembered holding on to her hand for a while, unnoticed by anyone. And he still remembered whispering in her ear...

"You look like a goddess Princess Manyata..."

Opening his eyes, he exhaled. Why was he thinking about that? She was worthless pawn, a step for reaching his goal. The goal which he had aspired to acquire ever since he was a child.

"Udayveer, you are born to rule not one but two states - Jaigarh and Devgarh. Never forget that." This is what his father had always told him and he had grew up holding on to that. This was his whole life and whatever came in his way of achieving the purpose of his life was worthless scum to him.

All his life he had spent with the royals of Devgarh, never once having any serious emotional attachment to them. When the years of being together with them meant nothing, who in the world was she to get a special place in his life.

It was all a waste of time. Shrugging off his thoughts, he started his car again and moved towards his destination. Thoughts were now replaced with memories. Memories, not very old but still memories. Nothing was the same now.

She was fighting with him. She was smiling at him. She was ignoring him. She was playing around with him. She was challenging him. She was teaming up with him. She was laughing with him. She was crying and he was wiping away those tears.

She was everywhere. And he didn't want that. The time for that was gone. He had won the game. He had successfully used her for getting what he wanted. Who cares what happened to her now?

His mind was wrapped in those thoughts when he reached the palace and entered his room. She wasn't there, he hadn't expected her to be. The empty room seemed to mock him. Closing the door behind him, he walked towards the large photograph of Manyata which hung on the wall. It was taken at their wedding. She was dressed in the red traditional wedding dress, smiling like an angel.

Clenching his fist, he punched the delicate glass of the frame. Her smile was mocking him, sneering at his unexplainable condition. The sound of the breaking glass seemed to hang in the silent room. He felt a strange comfort in that sound.

Taking the delicate china showpieces from the table, he smashed them on the floor. This sound of shattering silence was what he needed. This destructive sound seemed to erase the silence from within him. One by one, he threw around objects in the room, hurting his hands more than once during the process.

The frustration wouldn't go. There was something inside him which was ripping him apart. Something which seemed to bite his very bones, pinch his veins. The pain wasn't physical, blood that was dripping from his hand and on to the floor meant nothing to him. It was somewhere from within.

There was a throbbing pain in his chest and it was suffocating him. His head was spinning, so many images were flashing past him. Images of her, images of him, images of them. Memories seemed to get out of his head and like a 3-D picture, they seemed to play right in front of him.

"I never thought I would say this Uday but I think I love you."

"Don't you dare hurt me Yuvraj Udayveer! Else I'll leave you and never come back."

"I don't know about you but I'd die if you were to ever leave me."

"SHUT UP!" He cried into the night. Her voice was strangling him. He put his hands on his ears to stop the voices but they wouldn't go. Countless time she had said that she wanted him in her life and all those times he had reassured her that he would never do that. Now, she wasn't here.

Hands still on his ears, he slid down on the floor of the room where nothing was unbroken. Sitting in that room full of destroyed objects, he broke down.

Tears...for the first time in years, they fell from his eyes and rolled down his cheeks. He was crying like a child who had lost his mother. His body was shaking. His sobs broke the silence of the room. Hiding his face in his hands, he cried like a child. No one was there to comfort him. For the first time he wished she was here; to see him broken like that and to gather his broken pieces.

But how could she do that? He had pushed her away from his life. Why would she come back? In his game of ambition, he had looked over so many things. His perfect plan now laughed at him. Was this the end he desired? Getting everything he wanted in broad daylight and by the nightfall of the very day, sitting on the cold floor, crying.

He had won. And he was celebrating. It was the saddest victory and the oddest celebration. But he had to do it. And among that celebration, a thought came in his mind.

Wonder if she cried...?

Mais its so0 beautifully written loved it alottt u did a great job plzzz continue:)

Maisy my love just one word:

AWESOMEEE JOB

it is beautifully written..wonderfully expressed..i liked it...please continue the os..😊

it was great