CONQUEST(AR)part 5 page 13 - Page 6

Standing by the glass window he looked at now dead roads, his eyes hollow and bleak, his cigar on his lips, smoke puffed out. The creepy quietness gave him solace, another end of his faade. Giving one last look to the form under the satin sheets he moved out with his coat on his shoulder, hands inside his pocket, flicking away his half lit cigarette.

Everybody knows him as a person with a heart, witty brain and humourous classic nature, contemporary developed body but no one knows his twisted brain, snotty attitude, dark habits. They are perfectly hidden behind his outely innocent performance, perfect family name, perfect childhood charade.

Armaan's parents always wanted him to be the best, if he failed at any time they would point at other's and pushed him to be like them. They couldn't tolerate when he did something they thought was wrong. They would show him that they hated it, him for doing that thing. It hurt armaan and wounded his heart to hear the things his parent would say to him. He couldn't bare them calling him a disappointment. One such incident that occurred at young age in his life left a deep impression on him turning him into what he was now, a deceit.

And then he lied on to let his parents love him. For them the lie that armaan was perfect and never did any wrong was better than the truth that armaan was hurting and was doing things wrong to overcome his pain.But the pressure to keep his parents happy was killing him in the inside. He turned into some monster inside. He enjoyed hurting others, he wanted them to feel the same pain he was feeling and much worse. It was a way he could pent out his angry for his situation. He also had guilt building inside him for he was lying to his parent and he needed distraction to distract him of this guilt that made its return every hour of every day. He needed some distraction that didn't hurt him, booze or other things didn't serve that purpose,but he finally found out the best distraction for himself. He started sleeping around. And it thrilled him even more to do this under people's nose.Playing around with people thrilled him, it distracted him of his pent up emotions. His brain was in twisted knots with the game he was playing with himself and others.

He waited patiently for a call from his P.I. for info on her. Their company needed P.I to investigate of companies they deal with abroad and national. Although it was another thing that armaan used him for his own personal purposes. "Hello, yes vivek. So wat do you know about her?" he listened intently as his P.I spoke. "Wat that's all. No there need to be something else. Just investigate once again. Check for any skeletons in her closet. I don't mind wherever u need to go. Just do it." He said his anger rising. The information he was given was all basic. There was nothing out of book she has done, no malicious acts. There has to be something, something to hook her up. Some guilt she could be carrying, some past she needed to escape from, some embarrassing thing she has done. Some thing, anything to torment her. "Check thoroughly vivek. This time I want more information, something interesting. I don't want no for an answer. Just do it or else you know me. And what I can do." Saying so he ended his call fuming with anger. "I am sure I will find something about you that I can nail you by. Don't worry sweet heart you will be in my arms by the week" he chuckled.