The Covert (AR) Chapter 5 : Page 22

It feels so good to be writing something after months. Welcome back Gypsy. 😆

Hello Everyone. I hope you remember me...remember the write who used to update Savage regularly. That's me...LOL... I hope all of you are good. I took a break from writing to prepare for an important exam and now that it's over I am OFFICIALLY back :D

But I am not alone. I am here with a FF on Armaan- Riddhima. 😲 My hands were itching to write something new and the result is below. 😛

Rating: 17+

Genre : Romance/ Thriller/ Suspense

The story contains graphics and strong abusive content. Reader's discretion is advised. 😊

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Preview

"Hold her hands," I looked around for any place to escape. To save myself from the pain I was about to experience but everywhere I looked I saw them. I wanted to run but there was no place left for me to escape. They had caught me once again.

"NOOO," I screamed as I felt their hands on mine pushing me away from the wall. In the next instant I was pushed down on the bed on my stomach. My hands were held tightly behind my back and I felt the tiny pricking on my skin. Drowsiness consumed my body and within seconds I was dead to the world.

When I opened my eyes I was lying on the same bed but on my back. My body was screaming in pain but there was no one to help me. I wanted to hide myself but I couldn't. I wanted to make myself as small as possible but I didn't have had that much of strength left to move a tiny inch. The one time I tried I had to shut my mouth tightly to stop the whimper from coming out of my lips. Because if they knew I was awake it meant more trouble for me.

I looked up and saw the white ceiling staring down at me. I looked around and it was the same. White...White...White...it was the same. My dress was white. My bed was white and even the sheets were white. At one time, white was my favourite colour. I loved white but not anymore. I hated white. I wanted to see colour around me. I wanted to see anything except white. But the choice was taken away from me when I was brought to this place.

The door opened and I closed my eyes pretending to be asleep. This was my only way of keeping and hiding the tiny sanity that was left within me. Everything else was taken away from me. I heard some movements around but I didn't dare open my eyes. I don't know for how long but I didn't move even an inch. I was very much aware of the consequences. I had experienced it a number of times.

I smelled food as I inhaled. And for a second I forgot I was being watched. I was hungry and I wanted to eat but I wasn't ready for another round of pain and humiliation. So I pretended to sleep hoping they'll leave me alone. But this time it actually consumed me.

I opened my eyes when I felt someone shaking me. I wanted to sleep but the other person didn't want me to. I saw her sitting on the bed beside me with a smile on her lips. I smiled focusing my eyes on her. She moved her hand on my head and I closed my eyes, enjoying her warmth. She was the only one who never looked at me differently and never treated me like I am nobody.

"Two minutes...please" I said memorising her every touch on my skin. Because I knew I'd have to wait to see her again. She slowly moved her fingers on my face knowing how much I loved it.

"Look what I got for you," She kissed my forehead and whispered in my ear. Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw another teddy bear in her hand. The last one, they had taken away from me and she knew it. So she brought me another one. I took it from her hand and rubbed the soft fur on my skin.

"Thank you." I said looking up at her. I held the teddy close to me, moving my fingers up and down. I knew they'd take it away just like every time. Because they liked tormenting me. They enjoyed laughing at my expense but this time I wouldn't let them. Not without giving them a fight.

"And now," She said opening her purse. I gleamed in excitement as I saw her taking something out.

"Another present?" I asked. She nodded and I saw her holding something in her fist. She opened her fist and my happiness knew no bounds as I saw the thing on her palm.

"Chocolate," I sat up on the bed and took it from her hand. She laughed as I tore open the wrapper. I loved chocolate. And this was my favourite. My excitement knew no bound. I was about to put the first piece in my mouth when it was taken away from me. My tormentors, they were standing in front of me, laughing as I tried taking it back. I looked around for her to help me but they had pushed her out of the room.

I screamed for her, pushing them away. I tried running towards her but their hold didn't allowed me to take even a step. I tried hitting and was rewarded with a sharp string on my cheek. When I looked up I saw one of them looking down at me. I looked around me. I was back on the bed, alone and no one was present except the two of us. He looked at me in disgust and pulled me into a sitting position not caring about the pain his action would cause me.

Pushing the tray of food in front of me he looked at me for last time before turning and leaving me alone. My cheek was throbbing because of the pain. Tears filled my eyes as I rubbed my cheek with my hand. They always did this. They never let me have my chocolate. They never let me spend time with her. They even took the teddy bear with me...just like every time.

I hated them, just like I hated this place.

I looked at the cold food in front of me. I wanted to throw it away but I didn't. Taking the piece of bread I slowly brought it to my lips. I hated this food. But it wasn't like I had other option. It was either this or no food. And I was hungry. I chewed it with difficulty and gulped it down when I couldn't chew it anymore. Somehow I finished it.

I lay down and closed my eyes. Sleep was miles away as I remembered my old life. One year ago everything was different. How life changes no one knows? One day you are laughing, smiling and the other day you are crying. One day you have everything and the next day you have nothing. One year ago, I had everything. A house to live in and a loving boyfriend to take care of me, who loved me for the REAL me. But one night, it took just one night and everything changed after that unfaithful night.

I, Riddhima Gupta, died that night. I died when I killed my life with my own hands. It was my first but not my last.

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100 Miles Away

I closed the file after reading it for the nth time. This case was frustrating me. It was given to me last week and the moment I finished reading it I knew something wasn't right. I tried getting all the records but nothing new came up. Either they didn't bother taking those things into consideration or the records were tampered. But I had the feeling that it was the latter one.

Sighing, I got up to make myself another cup of coffee. Caffeine, it was what I needed to get my mind functioning. The moment I heard about this case, it was all I could think off. This case intrigued me. And it was the reason I took it up when I got the chance.

Holding the cup in my hand I came back and looked at the file on the table. Taking a sip I sat on my unmade bed and opened the file to read it one more time.

Patient Name- Riddhima Gupta

Age- 21

Hospital- S.G. Mental Institution

Previous Doctors - Dr. Adam L. Grant, Dr. Sam Chin, Dr. Greg Baskin and Dr. Luke Bond. (All Dead)

Patient New Doctor- Dr. Armaan Malik

I read my name and turned on to the next page. Maybe, luck was with me this time around.

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This is the preview of new FF. I want to get back into the groove of updating regularly. So it means the updates are going to be quick. I'll try for daily updates. But if I missed one day then next day the new update will be posted. 😃

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INDEX

Chapter 1 : Page 1

Chapter 2 : Page 8

Chapter 3 : Page 14

Chapter 4 : Page 18

Chapter 5 : Page 22

Thank you note posted on Page 5. Thanks.😊

Chapter 1

~The Meeting~

"That's what you are. A bloody murderer," I was told this line so many times that after a while I started believing it. I tried so many times to let myself not believe it but a point comes in your life when things change. And I reached that point. I started believing things I shouldn't have. I started dreaming things I shouldn't have. And I started doing things I shouldn't have.

When I was first brought to this place, I was just like any other patient. I used to talk with them. I used to play with them and I was even allowed to eat with them. I made friends here. That was something new because the word 'FRIEND' held no importance in my life before. I only came to know what it meant after getting to know him. He showed me the importance of friendship and love in life. And till the end of my life I'll be grateful to him.

For the first two weeks everything was normal. There was no tormenting or any beating. I was happy because the kind of life I was living was much better than my previous life. I was happy to get unnoticed. I was happy to live in my small world. But you don't always get what you wish for. This unpredictable life shows you things you never thought you would see. And things started changing after he came into my life.

"Adam." He was the first person who wanted to be my friend after I was brought to this place. He smiled whenever he saw me and one time he even gave me a rose. I think he liked me. And if you ask me, I liked him too. There was something about him that pulled you towards him. He was attractive with blond hair and green eyes. And there was an instant connection the moment our eyes met. He laughed at my jokes and even shared his few. I know he was unmarried because I never saw a ring on his finger. And the way he flirted with me I know he was single too. Thinking about those sweet memories still brings a smile on my lips because those were the best days I had spent here. But it took just one day and things changed.

That day when he came to meet me he wasn't smiling anymore. He didn't crack any joke. He didn't flirt with me. The one time I smiled he didn't returned. And in an instant I knew something wasn't right.

"Adam, Are you alright?" I had asked him when I saw no reaction from him.

He had nodded his head lightly and passed me a forced smile. I knew he was lying, it was written all over his face. And I didn't force him. He tried speaking and the one time he tried we were interrupted.

"I'll meet you tomorrow." He had said when I saw him for the last time giving me a strained smile.

I never saw that smile again. I never saw him in my room after that, not alive. Because there was no next time. He died and the best part of this. I killed him.

Yes, I killed him with my own hands. I had his blood all over my hands and my dress when I came to my senses. I was holding the knife in my hand looking down at his lifeless body. And I... I was laughing. I was laughing like there is no tomorrow. I was laughing like I haven't laughed in a long time. There was no remorse and not a single tear came out of my eyes.

So that made an abnormal freak. A mental. An insane person. And an insane should never be left alone. Why? Because we are dangerous. We are unpredictable and we can harm anyone, like I harmed him by taking his life.

The next instant I was pulled up from my position and pushed to the wall. The knife was taken away. My hands were tied behind my back. And I knew my days of freedom were over. I was thrown into an empty room where there was no one to talk to and no one to listen too. I was treated like a caged animal. Except I wasn't an animal.

For days or maybe week I was kept into the same room with no connection from the outside world. The food was given through the small door that was made especially for this purpose. It was the only sound I was able to hear all through the day. Otherwise there was only silence. And this silence was slowly turning out to be my killer. I wanted to hear noise, voice anything to keep me away from the silence. I tried crying but couldn't. Because the last time I cried was years ago. This was one emotion I had made myself immune. Tears filled me eyes but not one dropped down. It took me years of practice not realizing that one day it would turn out to be my biggest enemy.

Day and night I used to sit in the same position staring at nothing. Images of my past used to flash in front of me, making me aware that I was still alive. I only moved to get my food and to keep the tray back after eating. I was dying a slow death and the only person responsible was ME.

If only...

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I looked at the board "S.G. Mental Institution". My destination was just few feet away. I was standing at the front of the gate ready to see her. The adrenaline rush was keeping me on my toes. I hadn't slept from a week and the mixture of excitement and jittery wasn't of any help.

After a brief meeting with the director and submitting my paper I was ready to meet her. She wasn't my first patient. And I wasn't her first Doctor. But it felt like I was stepping inside to meet my first patient. After being in this profession for around 6 years I shouldn't have felt that way. But I felt exactly the same way.

I knocked on the door and waited for a couple of seconds. Slowly, I opened the door and there she was sitting on the bed cross legged. Her hair was covering her face. But at least she was awake. I moved towards her and stood beside her bed. She didn't move. I waited for a couple of minutes looking at her actions. There was no movement. She was sitting like a statue but a living one. Her breathing was also controlled. Either she was afraid or she wanted herself to go unnoticed.

"Ms. Gupta?" I called her.

And just for an instance I noticed her tightening her fist before she released it. It was a blink and miss action and if I wasn't standing so close to her I would have missed it.

"Ms. Gupta?" I called her again.

I wanted to see her reaction this time. But this time she didn't responded. She had closed herself.

"Riddhima,"I called her by her name.

No reaction again. Not even a flinch or tightening of fist like before.

"I am Dr. Malik. I am your new Doctor" I told her.

I sat on the stool beside the bed. Patients like her take time in opening up to others and from what I had read from her records and what she had gone through, that one reaction I got from her was more than enough for one day.

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Each Chapter will have POV of both the characters. If there is a need for a new character it will be mentioned beforehand. For now, it's going to be the just Armaan –Riddhima.

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That was really interesting
why is she in a mental hospital curious to noe
poor girl
ooo her doctor is armaan
waiting to read more
cont soon :)

hey priyanka

Another intriguing story by you babe. :)
This one really gives me jitters already :P Intense is what I like to read and you gimme just that! ;)
Continue soon!
Love
-Fizz.

Thanks for the wonderful comment. I am writing the next chapter so it will be posted in a couple of hours.

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Indeed a promising start , Gypsy !