The Covert (ArHi) Chapter 5 : Page 13 - Page 2

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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.

"Khushi,"I called her by her name.

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

"I am Dr. Raizada. 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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Every Chapter will have POV of both the character. If there is a need for a new character it will be mentioned beforehand. For now, it's going to be the just Arnav –Khushi.

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Chapter 2

~The First Contact~

"Come baby, come to me," I giggled looking at her. She was back, not angry and she was smiling at me.

I gleamed looking at her. She was wearing my favourite dress. The red one. I touched the silk with my hands and smiled remembering how I used to force her to wear this one every day. And seeing her wearing the same dress brought back the old memories.

"You look pretty today," I teased as I said those words. And she laughed. Her infectious laugh that used to brighten my day was back and I felt a sense of achievement for being the reason behind it.

"My baby," She kissed my cheeks and held me in her arms.

Her embrace always brought the peace and calm I missed. She had that quality. The only other person to have it was my life. Her one hug and I used to forget everything. Why I was sad, my reason of crying and why I was the way I was. I missed it now because she wasn't the constant factor in my life anymore. She came and goes as per her wish or sometimes mine. I wanted to see her today and there she was sitting in front of me. But two days back when I wanted to see her she didn't came. That's why whenever she came I always prayed for her to stay. But those evil people, my tormentors never let her. Last time they had pushed her out of the room when I had tried so hard for her to stay. They hated to see me smiling and it was the reason why I never did anything in front of them. I wanted them to leave me alone but they didn't. They even had put up a camera in the room for surveillance.

When I had ask them the first time why they are putting it up in the room. They had told me it was for security purpose. But what I fool I was. I actually believed them. I should have known the real reason. It wasn't for security purpose. Because no other room had camera installed except mine. It was to keep an eye on me just so that they won't miss a single chance of tormenting me. There wasn't a single day when they hadn't come and hit or beaten me for no fault of mine. They needed excuses and the camera was a proof of that. One time I even tried breaking it but it only resulted in more punishment for me. I was thrown into the 'PUNISHMENT ROOM'.

I was locked inside that room for two whole days. It was the same room I was thrown into after...after I killed Adam. And they knew how much I hated it. After that I never tried breaking it down. I was ready to get more punishment but not ready to get locked up in that room. I was scared of that room. And not just me, even she was scared of that room because she never came to see me when I was there. So I stopped doing things that would give them a chance of throwing me back there. I stopped doing things that would anger them. Still, they somehow used to pick on things that would give them a chance to get back at me.

There were times they tried pushing me to the limits. But I never allowed them the satisfaction on my expense. I wasn't that weak they believed I was.

"I missed you. Don't leave me again." I murmured holding her tightly. I was afraid she'd leave me if I lose my grip on her.

"I don't want to but I have to," She said moving her hand on my back.

"Why?" I whined because I wanted her with me all the time. I hated being alone. And she was the only one left who never judged or misunderstood me.

"You know why?"She replied removing the hair away from my face and looking down at me.

I knew why. Because if she stayed then they would have locked her up in a different room just like they had locked me in the room. And whatever little time we used to spend together would have been OVER by now. Our secret meetings were the only way for us to meet. And in no way I was ready to sacrifice that for few selfish moments. I never wanted her to be in the same place I was. She deserved better, much better.

"A new doctor came," I told her turning us to a different topic. There was no use wasting time on a topic which wasn't of any use. We only had few moments and I still had to tell her about my day.

"And," She waited for my answer which she already knew.

I hated doctors. Doctors are supposed to cure people, to make them feel better. But it wasn't the case with me. They should be like your friends. Friends, you can share your problems easily, freely without feeling awkward. But they weren't at least not for me. They didn't even treat me like a patient. They never made me feel better. And like the rest of them I hated these doctors. They never thought twice before giving me horrible medicines and injections. Not caring whether I wanted it or not. And the new one was no different. I just knew it.

"Dr. Raizaida, his name." I told her. The next instant her hands around me loosened. She moved away leaving me alone.

Someone was in the room.

********************************************************************************* I entered the room and looked at her. She was sitting on the bed in the same position like last time. She wasn't stiff when I was at the door but as soon as I reached the bed her posture changed. She was on alert and she knew she wasn't alone.

"Hello Ms. Gupta," I said and again I saw her tightening her fist. She hated it. And the two reactions I had got from her were a proof of that.

"Did you sleep well?" I asked sitting on the stool beside the bed.

"Have you had your breakfast?" I asked again. No response.

"I brought something for you. You like chocolate, don't you? And look what we have here,"

After going through her file so many times I knew everything about her. Every little detail the world should know about her was written and I knew it. But the rest that should have been there but wasn't, I had no idea.

I kept the piece on my palm but didn't move it under her gaze. I wanted her to move and look at me this time. But she didn't.

"Khushi," I whispered and waited.

Wait. It was the only thing I could do. I had to give her time to start responding. She wasn't like any other patient of mine. She was different and it meant I had to treat her differently. I had to keep patience. And no matter how long she needed I was ready to give it to her. Some react quickly and some take time. And she was the latter one.

I heard a very faint murmur. A kind of silent whisper and quickly darted my eyes towards her face.

"Alone...Alone...Alone...Alone...Alone..." I heard her murmuring. And then I saw her moving. She started moving her upper body to and fro like a pendulum murmuring the same word...Alone.

"Khushi," My voice was more than enough to trigger her actions.

"ALONE,"

The next instant she jumped out of the bed looking around for an escape. I stood up to help her but had to stop myself as soon as I looked at her face for the first time. Her eyes held so much terror that I had to stop from moving any further. She was scared but it was her eyes that showed the real terror.

Pure Terror.

The door opened behind me and I saw her eyes getting widened. SH**. Before I could have control the damages, the damage was done.

The two ward boys and the nurse grabbed her by her arms harshly and pushed her on the bed face down. She turned her face to look at me as the other continued to hold her arm tightly. For the first time our eyes met and I couldn't look anywhere else. The pure terror I saw a second back was replaced by something else.

Was that a smirk on her face?

I don't think so.

"Alone," She mouthed looking at me before she closed her eyes.

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