Savage-II (AR) Chapter 8: Page 54 New!! - Page 33

Originally posted by: Riddss

awesome parts
continue soon
thanks for PM

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Cheers!!!

Originally posted by: Ar_Asyafan

That was simplly awesome ...
Couldn't stop myself from commenting ...
Luvd it a lot... 😊

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Glad to know you enjoyed reading the FF :D

Cheers!!!

Originally posted by: NiksAngel

Gosh...i read this whole Fiction from starting and was actually cryn whn Ridz died...thnx a lot for comin up wid new updates...!!! Loved it to core.

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Glad to know you enjoyed Savage. I hope you'll enjoy the future Chapters too :D

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Originally posted by: Ar_Asyafan

Awesome part ...
Luvd it a lottt...
I must say u r an amazing writer...
Riddhima is really changed now. Ut why is she calling herself Tanya...well whatever I just can't wait anymore so plzz update soon...
Nd add me to ur pm list too...

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Yup! there's a complete makeover for her but it's for her own good. Crying R was getting on my nerve.😆
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Originally posted by: gypsy

Arey I am writing the part but it's not coming out like I want, so the delay.

Originally posted by: sweetdesire

Ohhh

but now its difficult to wait more

so try to update soon😳

Trust me Geet, I want to post the Chapter ASAP.😳 But as I am updating this FF after a really long time and this one's LIKE one of the most important Chapter, I have to re-read the old Chapters to cover all the secrets😉😆 and that's why the delay. Still I am trying my best to post the Chapter today. *fingers crossed*

Originally posted by: gypsy

Trust me Geet, I want to post the Chapter ASAP.😳 But as I am updating this FF after a really long time and this one's LIKE one of the most important Chapter, I have to re-read the old Chapters to cover all the secrets😉😆 and that's why the delay. Still I am trying my best to post the Chapter today. *fingers crossed*

Thank you note posted above. Thanks. 😊😊

The Chapter that you are about to read is Part- I of R's past. It brings out few secrets, rest in Part- II which is next in line. 😳

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Chapter 7

~And Family it is~

Riddhima. Riddhima. Riddhima. Riddhima...Riddhima.

Every time I heard this name I felt a strong pull towards it. It's like I had heard this name before and not once but many times. And every time I felt a connection with the name like I knew this person.

Riddhima.

The first time I had heard this name was when I had opened my eyes. I was in a room, on the bed with machines and tubes around me, injections and medicines surrounding me. I wasn't in the hospital because in no way a hospital room could have looked so beautiful. The moment I looked around, I felt like this wasn't my first time in the room. I had been into this room before but as I tried remembering I felt a sharp pain and had to close my eyes. I felt a sharp prick on my arm but I was too tired to even open my eyes for another second and went into a deep slumber.

The next time when I had opened my eyes I was still on the same bed. I was tired, thirsty and I wanted to move but I felt like I was being held down by someone. I couldn't even move an inch. My hands felt too heavy and again I had to close my eyes because that was the only thing I was capable of doing at that point.

When I had opened my eyes the next time I had made up my mind of getting up. The drowsiness was less. I was feeling a bit better and in no ways I was letting myself go to sleep. I tried remembering the last time when I was up but everything was foggy.

Nothing.

I didn't remember. And I couldn't.

I tried remembering something, anything but all I saw was white light in front of my eyes. I closed my eyes to get a clear picture, only to be surrounded by dark shadows. Nothing was clear and the more I tried straining my mind, the more those shadows started vanishing till I was only left with a white colour.

Blank.

A blank picture with nothing to hold on too.

Where Am I?

I asked myself but got no response.

What am I doing here?

Still the same response.

I closed my eyes, trying to get answers to my question but I was reaching the end. There were no answers and all I saw was a dead road with nowhere to go.

"You are up?" I heard someone. Quickly I opened my eyes and saw a pair of grey-bluish eyes looking down at me. My first thought was I had seen these eyes before but as I tried remembering, nothing came back.

"Do I...Do I know you?" I whispered, confusion etched across my face. He smiled looking down at me. I tried sitting up and he helped me.

In a sitting position I continued looking at him. He was giving him an uneasy feeling, something I couldn't put my finger on.

"How are you feeling?" He asked sitting on the chair beside the bed.

"Who are you?" I blurted. He was trying to give a genuine smile but nothing about that man was nice neither friendly.

"I'll tell you everything. But first tell me how are you feeling?"

I continued staring at him for a long time. I wasn't too sure what to say. Part of me wanted to know to say the truth but a part wasn't too sure.

"You won't get your answers till you answer mine. And I am not living this room anytime soon. So as soon as you answer mine, I'll answer yours."

"I am feeling good." I replied in a shaking voice. This man sitting in front of me felt DANGER. Like an authoritative figure he was sitting in front of me and continued looking at me. Something was going in his mind. WHAT? I couldn't pin point at that moment. And by the time I realized it was too late to back down.

"Good. Any sort of pain?" He asked.

"I'll tell you after you answer mine." I replied. I was trying to put a brave front. But the circumstances and the surroundings were against me. And he knew it.

He smiled, looking at the floor for a second before looking back at me.

"Fine," He said, holding his hands up but the twitching at the corner of his lips meant something else. "How about- I am your well- wisher who rescued you from the death. Would that answer your question?" He asked sitting back on the chair leisurely as if he was enjoying every moment of this.

"No,"

"I should have known," He chuckled. "Just like her." He murmured to himself. "Do you know who you are?" He asked after a moment pause.

I was asking the same question myself.

"I...I...am...I,"I tried and sighed because I too wanted the answer. And except for the guy who was sitting in front of me there was no one else to help me.

"I don't know. I am trying, but nothing is clear,"

"This was expected knowing what you went through," He said cutting me off. And for the first time since the start of this conversation I saw a different emotion flicker across his face.

Anger and Pity.

Pity for me and anger for someone else.

"Anyways we'll talk about that later. Let me inform others that you are awake. They are so eager to meet you."

He got up to leave but not before turning and glancing at me one last time.

"And Welcome Home Riddhima." He smiled at me and turned leaving me alone.

I never saw him after that day. It's like he vanished from the earth. No one knew about him and a part of me thought he was a part of my imagination.

But the name Riddhima, it's what kept me going.

A nurse was assigned but she never said anything. And how could she, when she didn't know herself. She was hired to take care of me. For her, I was a job for which she was getting paid for. And that was it.

For the first few days I didn't had the strength to get up from the bed. She took care of me. Everything was delivered to me, the food, cloth, medicine, other essential. The only thing not being delivered was answers. I wasn't allowed to leave the room. I felt like a caged animal. And the one- two times I protested, I got the answer 'it's for your own good.'

I tried talking to the nurse but I think she was ordered not to say anything. Her only response was a "YES" or "NO". By the time I was fit enough to get up and move she was replaced by another nurse.

This nurse was different from the other. She was a cute, smiling and talkative girl. She used to crack joke and make fun of almost everything. She made me smile and laugh for the first time. Seeing her always brought a smile on my face. I tried asking her the question but even she had no idea. Just like the previous one she was hired to take care of me. And like her, one day even she left.

The day she didn't come was the day I was allowed to leave the room for the first time. But who knew that leaving one room meant, going into another. The only difference this time was that I didn't felt like a caged animal anymore.

I was greeted with a note beside the bed.

"It's time you start a new phase in your life. Get ready for this new journey. Meet me in the gym."

And thus started my new journey. The journey of a new girl who wasn't weak or wasn't dependent on anyone anymore. I wanted to be strong. I wanted to be independent. And I wanted to be the person I never was.

Old Riddhima died that day. And new Riddhima was born.

I even tried asking him the question. But his response was "You'll get all your answers soon. I know there are questions running though your mind. But the only thing you need to know is your name and that you aren't WEAK anymore. You have been through a lot Riddhima, but not anymore. I won't let you be in that same situation. You are a survivor. And the time has come for them to pay."

His words confused me. I wanted answers. I demanded answers. I tried many times and it was equal to banging my head to the wall. Once I even tried throwing tantrums but in the end I had to bow down. No one had the guts or they were ordered not to tell anything. I couldn't even run because this place was heavily guarded.

This place wasn't scary. The people, the guards weren't scary except for few. Those few used to look at me suspiciously. There was something going on in their mind whenever they looked at me. But what was that 'thing', I didn't know. But it didn't stop me from enjoying my time at that place. And it was one of the reason I did what they wanted me too.

This man, MY saviour, whose name, face and identity was still unknown, helped me in being the new person I wanted to be. He assigned people who taught me everything. He taught me how to fight. He taught me how to survive. And he taught me how to not be weak and scared anymore.

I was thankful to him.

He never treated me like his other employees. And I was proud of this fact. Others who were working for him used to look at me with jealousy but none of them had the guts to go against his wishes. Few who tried like those jealous one, never saw the sunlight again because their throats were slit right in front of me. And no one after that dared to go against him.

For close to a year I was trained. Trained in everything that was required. And if he felt I wasn't up to the mark I was even punished because he wanted everyone to be perfect. One mistake and you are dead. He was perfect for me and I wanted to be perfect for him.

But...

The dark closet.

The closet was my punishment room.

My only weakness which only few people knew, no one else.

I wasn't scared of dying. I wasn't scared of bullets and knife. I wasn't scared of anyone or anything except for the dark closet. Every time I was sent into the closet, something inside me broke. Flashes and images used to flash before my eyes. Painful and helpless voices used to scream in my mind. Once I tried getting a clear picture but it only led to me passing out in the dark. And after that I never tried pressurizing my brain. I knew I couldn't have had handled it. Something painful was locked inside my mind that wasn't ready to come out. And the only time it tried was when I was locked in that closet. But the pain and the exhaustion I used to experience didn't let me open the lock. So the only solution for me was to avoid going into the dark closet.

But one night the locked door finally found the key. It wasn't intentionally. For the first time I was summoned. He wanted to see and meet me. That's what was written in the note that was delivered to me. All this time he never met me. He had people, trusted people who helped me. But now he wanted to see me.

I reached his office and waited, not knowing what to do. I was about to knock but hearing my name I stopped and waited as I heard him talking about the secrets that were waiting to be unveiled from a long time.

"Are you sure she's ready to handle the truth?" The other man asked. I opened the door a bit and saw him standing beside the window looking out. He was a tall, powerful man, authoritative who wanted and demanded respect. The other man who had asked him the question was sitting with his back towards me so I couldn't see his face.

"I know it's time," He replied, continuing to stare outside. "She needs to know the truth. I don't want to hide it anymore. It's better to tell her myself instead of her finding it out from someone else. It will devastate her. But don't forget, I did everything for her well being. I am her well-wisher and it was for her good. I wanted her to be prepared for this. Don't you remember how weak she was when she came to me?"

"I know that but,"

"But...She wouldn't have survived the truth at that time. It would have killed her and this wasn't something I was ready for. I wanted her to be ready for the devastating truth which we know will shake her to the core, just like it shook us. But knowing that he's looking for her, I know it's now or never. She can hate us for this but the end truth is we did what we should have, for her to be back, for her to be back to us."

I waited, standing at the door. What truth was he talking about? Was it related to the dark shadows I used to see or something else? So many questions were going through my mind. I felt like it was the start of finding answers to the questions that weren't letting me live peacefully. The facade of everything being perfect in my life was about to get vanished bringing with itself the dreadful aspects that I wanted to know from long but was scared to admit.

I was so involved in my thoughts that I didn't saw him turning and looking directly at me.

"Riddhima," He called out my name breaking me from my thoughts.

"I...I was about to knock." I replied, flushed for getting caught. I was about to close the door but his next words stopped me.

"No, I wanted to see you. Come inside and lock the door." I nodded as I entered the room and locked the door with a silent click.

"Sit," He ordered pointing to the only other vacant chair beside the man whose face was still unknown to me.

I sat on the chair. I was alert but nervous. I was readying myself for the truth when another knock on the door drew back my attention. I turned and saw the same guy who I'd met after waking up coming towards us. He winked and stood beside us as MY SAVIOUR sat on his chair. He wasn't a part of my imagination but a reality.

"You remember Joseph," I turned my face and looked at the person sitting beside me. He smiled, waving his hand.

Joseph.

This name sounded so familiar. I had heard this name before but where? I had the feeling I had met him before. This wasn't our first meeting.

But where?

"And Riddhima meet Mac," I looked up as Mac ruffled my hair, giving me a smile "your brother and my only son."

For a moment I gripped the arm rest, waiting for his words to sink in my mind. My knuckles were turning white, my heart squeezing making it difficult for me to breathe.

My Family.

The chair I was sitting on hit the floor. I started taking steps back, his words ringing in my ear. I looked from one person to other as I reached for the door.

My Father.

I...I had a father. Images of a cruel man beating a young girl flashed through my mind. The girl...The girl who looked like me was crying and clutching herself, making herself as small as possible. And the man... the man was laughing, kicking and punching this young girl.

"No Daddy! Please. It hurts, stop," She was pleading for him to stop. But the more she asked, the more she got.

Images of him beating this young girl kept getting played in my mind again and again. I wanted to scream. I wanted it to stop. It was too painful. I felt like I had no control over it, like it was unstoppable. But no one was there to save me from the pain. My head wanted to explode. I clutched my hair, wanting this to stop. But the images never stopped.

At last I screamed sliding down the door and closed my eyes. Three pair of eyes was looking down at me.

My Father.

My Brother.

And...

Joseph.

My Family.

~And Family it is~

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