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He wouldn't attack her. Even though he had dragged her to his bedroom and thrown her onto the bed, even though he had locked the door and was now rolling up his sleeves as he loomed over her, even though he was sweeping his eyes over her body as she scrambled into a seated position and crossed her arms over her chest, her entire body trembling... she knew he wouldn't attack her.

"Ishana," he said her name in a way that sounded almost spiteful, like he had turned it into a swear word. Her identity into a curse.

She had always been too hot-tempered for her own good. She sprung from the bed and pointed a finger in his face. "Omkara," she spat back, "so this is your real face, huh? This is who you truly are?" She pointed at the bed behind her and sneered. "When you were helping the Damsel-In-Distress, ultimately this is the thank you you feel you deserved?"

She knew she was being stupid, playing with fire. Omkara was glaring at her, his fists clenches so tightly she could see the veins standing out in firm contrast with the skin stretched so tightly over his bones it had gone pale.

He won't hurt me.'

The conviction as strong as it seemed irrational given her incendiary words.

They stood there, staring at each other for a few more seconds before they were both startled by a hammering on Omkara's door.

"OM! OM!"

Omkara shook his head, confused, and turned towards the cacophony. "OM LET US IN."

"DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID BHAIYA, PLEASE."

"OM! OPEN THE DOOR OM!"

Turning back to Ishana, his eyes curiously blank, Omkara lifted a finger to his lips and shushed her. Remembering what he had promised her on the stairs, Ishana swallowed and nodded.

Omkara walked across the room and unlocked the door, pulling it open and revealing Shivaay and Rudra on the other side. They both grabbed Omkara and then pushed him backwards with them into the room. Shivaay let go and looked over to Ishana. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

Ishana shook her head and looked away from the piercing ice of his eyes.

"Bhaiya, what the hell is this?" Rudra waving his hand towards Ishana and then back at his brother. "Are you insane? You can't just lock a woman in your house, this isn't 1832."

"That's a very... specific year, Rudra." Shivaay said, seemingly startled momentarily out of his panic over Omkara.

"I don't know, it was the first one that came to mind before 1900."

"So, even before the actual year 1800?"

"Is this really what you want to be focusing on right now?"

"I guess not. Om, I know you're not on drugs but the only time I've ever seen you make such crazy decisions has been when you're on drugs. I'm going to ask you, is this girl going to push you back towards them?"

Omkara looked up and held Shivaay's gaze. "No." It was a promise, and Shivaay believed him. He didn't trust Ishana as far as he could throw her, but he trusted Omkara.

"Okay. And is Ishana safe with you here?"

"Yes."

"You won't hurt her?"

"No."

He focused his attention then on Ishana. "Om is my brother and if he says you're safe and he won't hurt you, that's the truth. I don't know what you've done, but for him to be behaving like this, I know it's something terrible and if this is the way the two of you have decided you're going to resolve those issues, then I won't interfere. But if you don't want to be here, tell us now and we'll get you out of here."

This was not what her research on Shivaay Singh Oberoi had suggested he would react. But his voice was level and his expression was sincere. Ishana looked at him... and smiled. If she could fake tears for one brother, she could sure as hell fake a smile for another. "I'm fine."

"This is insane." Rudra, shaking his head in bewilderment. "Surely this is illegal. Bhai, you could get into huge trouble if she goes to the police."

"She won't go to the police." Omkara's words held as much promise as the promise he had made not to hurt Ishana. Physically, at least.

"But what if she does?"

"She won't."

"Well I'm glad you're convinced. FINE." And with that, the youngest Oberoi brother stormed out of the room.

Shivaay pulled Omkara into a hug and whispered into his ear, "Breaking a promise turns it into a lie, Om. I'm here if you need me." Then he too let go and left the room, pulling the door shut quietly behind him.

Omkara faced Ishana again, his anger no longer explosive but rather settled to a low and constant simmer.

It was being overshadowed by a different feeling, something he hadn't felt in a while. Not since the drugs.

It was the feeling of his mind being full. Of ideas, of emotions, of art. It was the overwhelming compulsion to yank those things from his mind and commit them into solid form before they disappeared.

It was a feeling that crackled through him like electricity every time he so much as glanced at Ishana.

He was inspired in a way he thought he never would be again.

And it was all thanks to this lying she-demon with the face of an angel.

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Sorry for the super long absence! I had a wedding to go to and then was right back into term and lectures. I'll be on Wards again from Monday though and so will hopefully have more time and energy (does anyone else at Med school feel this? Like half a day of lectures drains you WAY more than a full day actually working with patients?) and be back to my daily/ almost daily updates.

He wouldn't attack her. Even though he had dragged her to his bedroom and thrown her onto the bed, even though he had locked the door and was now rolling up his sleeves as he loomed over her, even though he was sweeping his eyes over her body as she scrambled into a seated position and crossed her arms over her chest, her entire body trembling... she knew he wouldn't attack her.

"Ishana," he said her name in a way that sounded almost spiteful, like he had turned it into a swear word. Her identity into a curse.

She had always been too hot-tempered for her own good. She sprung from the bed and pointed a finger in his face. "Omkara," she spat back, "so this is your real face, huh? This is who you truly are?" She pointed at the bed behind her and sneered. "When you were helping the Damsel-In-Distress, ultimately this is the thank you you feel you deserved?"

She knew she was being stupid, playing with fire. Omkara was glaring at her, his fists clenched so tightly she could see the veins standing out in firm contrast with the skin which was itself stretched so tightly over his bones it had gone pale.

'He won't hurt me.'

The conviction as strong as it seemed irrational given her incendiary words.

They stood there, staring at each other for a few more seconds before they were both startled by a hammering on Omkara's door.

"OM! OM!"

Omkara shook his head, confused, and turned towards the cacophony. "OM LET US IN."

"DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID BHAIYA, PLEASE."

"OM! OPEN THE DOOR OM!"

Turning back to Ishana, his eyes curiously blank, Omkara lifted a finger to his lips and shushed her. Remembering what he had promised her on the stairs, Ishana swallowed and nodded.

Omkara walked across the room and unlocked the door, pulling it open and revealing Shivaay and Rudra on the other side. They both grabbed Omkara and then pushed him backwards with them into the room. Shivaay let go and looked over to Ishana. "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Do you need help?"

Ishana shook her head and looked away from the piercing ice of his eyes.

"Bhaiya, what the hell is this?" Rudra waving his hand towards Ishana and then back at his brother. "Are you insane? You can't just lock a woman in your house, this isn't 1832."

"That's a very... specific year, Rudra." Shivaay said, seemingly startled momentarily out of his panic over Omkara.

"I don't know, it was the first one that came to mind before 1900."

"So, even before the actual year 1800?"

"Is this really what you want to be focusing on right now?"

"I guess not. Om, I know you're not on drugs but the only time I've ever seen you make such crazy decisions has been when you're on drugs. I'm going to ask you, is this girl going to push you back towards them?"

Omkara looked up and held Shivaay's gaze. "No." It was a promise, and Shivaay believed him. He didn't trust Ishana as far as he could throw her, but he trusted Omkara.

"Okay. And is Ishana safe with you here?"

"Yes."

"You won't hurt her?"

"No."

He focused his attention then on Ishana. "Om is my brother and if he says you're safe and he won't hurt you, that's the truth. I don't know what you've done, but for him to be behaving like this, I know it's something terrible and if this is the way the two of you have decided you're going to resolve those issues, then I won't interfere. But if you don't want to be here, tell us now and we'll get you out of here."

This was not how her research on Shivaay Singh Oberoi had suggested he would react. But his voice was level and his expression was sincere. Ishana looked at him... and smiled. If she could fake tears for one brother, she could sure as hell fake a smile for another. "I'm fine."

"This is insane." Rudra, shaking his head in bewilderment. "Surely this is illegal. Bhai, you could get into huge trouble if she goes to the police."

"She won't go to the police." Omkara's words held as much promise as the promise he had made not to hurt Ishana. Physically, at least.

"But what if she does?"

"She won't."

"Well I'm glad you're convinced. FINE." And with that, the youngest Oberoi brother stormed out of the room.

Shivaay pulled Omkara into a hug and whispered into his ear, "Breaking a promise turns it into a lie, Om. I'm here if you need me." Then he too let go and left the room, pulling the door shut quietly behind him.

Omkara faced Ishana again, his anger no longer explosive but rather settled to a low and constant simmer.

It was being overshadowed by a different feeling, something he hadn't felt in a while. Not since the drugs.

It was the feeling of his mind being full. Of ideas, of emotions, of art. It was the overwhelming compulsion to yank those things from his mind and commit them into solid form before they disappeared.

It was a feeling that crackled through him like electricity every time he so much as glanced at Ishana.

He was inspired in a way he thought he never would be again.

And it was all thanks to this lying she-demon with the face of an angel.

Step Four- The Liar

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Sorry for the super long absence! I had a wedding to go to and then was right back into term and lectures. I'll be on Wards again from Monday though and so will hopefully have more time and energy (does anyone else at Med school feel this? Like half a day of lectures drains you WAY more than a full day actually working with patients?) and be back to my daily/ almost daily updates.