Dark Sandhir SS The Melancholy OF My Canvas(Ch-6 updated) - Page 15

Chapter 4

A/N : Some might get confused in the last part ,so for them please wait for the next update :)

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"Sir ,your work is done ,it's there in the second shelf" ,Jordan blabbered and sighed
A cool shudder trickled down his spine. Glancing around miserably, he observed portraits staring at him through the layers of dust , seemingly penetrating his very being. Cold, hesitant light streamed in through a cracked window, casting eerie shadows on the walls. He immediately smashed the liquor bottle and broke down on the floor
"I never wanted to do this sanyukta ,never ",he murmured between his hiccups and hissed as a glass piece pierced his palm
"You haven't eaten anything since morning,sir",Jordan chirped while gesturing towards the dining full of all delicacies one can imagine ,la souffl ,les oeuvres, champaigne, smoked salmon and a delicious aroma engulfed the whole room ..
"Jordan,Humans eat what they are served but beasts hunt for their own prey",he groaned
"Is it something special today ,Jordan" ,he questioned as he noticed Jordan in his new acrylic vest
"la saint sylvestre "(New year's eve) , replied jordan
Randhir nodded and silently moved out ...
*****
He sighed and reached for the door bell of a relatively small yet an elegant cottage
"granny"
"Oh! Randhir,my child",came a humble reply from a woman in her 70s
"You are late this time baby,I won't talk to you" she gave an annoyed look while raffling his hairs
"Oh my Girlfriend ,my chocolate truffle " he hushed winking
"Oh My My, seems someone has mastered in flattery " she smiled while adjusting his collars as they entered together
" You're gonna lose this time, boyfriend", she signalled towards the French hangman
"No Granny I am not in mood today" with this they settled themselves on a nearby couch
Visiting his granny on new year's eve was his yearly pilgrimage , he never failed to spend some beautiful moments with her as those were the only ones he had treasured ...
He started recounting his "good ol days " with his granny ,
He closed his eyes for a moment, opened his treasured trove of memories and took a step back in time to his childhood.
...
"Sitting on the porch talking about the bird on the tree"
"Cursing the aunt next door and giggling"
"Singing the merry song and swirling"
...
With this a salty tear escaped down his warm butterscotch eyes ,followed by another one ,releasing the sadness and sorrow that had been held inside him for all this time but still he did not make a sound ,thus veiling his wounds ...
"Boyfriend"
"Bloody Mary or red wine ?"
"Bloody Mary girlfriend" ,he almost sang like a kid as he wiped his tears leaving some reddishness behind
"Randhir, What happened my child?", Granny eyed Randhir ,as if she was reading his mind
"Granny, she was never mine , she is a traitor granny ", he blurted as he couldn't hide anymore
"A Traitor ",he emphasized

******
"Sanyukta, stop staring at the blank Canvas, will u?" ,came a hoarse voice
"Rochelle, let me concentrate ",she replied in irritation
"Is everything alright dear? ,you were never so blank", Rochelle patted her back
"Where is that old Sanyukta , who painted a flying pigeon ,when she got her masters in designing " demanded Rochelle
"I don't know", she answered in oblivion
"Sanyukta ,did something happen between you and Randhir"
"last night?" ,rochelle added
"Rochelle , What if he gets to know everything?", she retorted in haze ignoring Rochelle's question
"What if..."
Silence prevailed
*****
An old lady was strolling in a garden flashing her brightest smile , swaying in between ...
She sat on a nearby bench listening to the violent sizzle of sap , smelling the daisies and the daffodils
Suddenly she felt some thing pierce on her neck as she choked
Blood endlessly poured from her neck, staining her beautiful cream gown a sullied red, through her wheatish skin the blood almost seemed to burn like scarlet flames,
She turned around to face the evil and gulped
S-an-yukt...
She laid there in the pool of red grass unconscious immitating a helpless limp tiny doll and huffed
"Tu vas me manquer"
(I 'll miss you)
"Mon petit ami"
.
.
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(My BOYFRIEND)

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