Hello cupcakes!
I am certain that due to my inactivity for the past month and a half, I am yet another forgotten soul! To be honest, I am so deep into my college activities that I can't muster up the energy to write anything! Like, ANYTHING! Anyway, for those who don't know me, hey, you can call me Red! For those who do, I missed you lovelies!
God knows what this is about, but I had to pen down something shitty so here goes nothing!
Happy Reading!
Tonight, the moon was out and full, glowing a fierce silver as it enveloped the mansion in its glory. But this ethereal pride of the lamp of the night-sky seemed to lose lustre before the bitter gleam in the man's icy orbs. He straightened in his looming throne and ran a hand through his hair.
These were, after all, the last few hours of his identity as one of the "Most Wanted Bachelors of Asia".
He could see his to-be-wife shuffling happily in her seat beside him as another group of respected elites exchanged words of weddings and blessings with her. The mere sound of their polite giggles and clicking heels grated on his nerves but he was determined not to let his cold expression dissolve into something more outrageous.
The Oberoi family was busy doing every odd task they had never imagined themselves doing. Dadi was chatting away happily with the older guests. Jhanvi was introducing Pinky to everyone in Tej and Shakti's friend circle. The older Oberoi siblings were, funnily enough, shooing off the little kids who wanted to see them do the drunk dance.
The younger Oberoi brothers with the exception of the bridegroom were busy welcoming the guests, making it a point to let the oldest of their trio experience the silent treatment for his supposedly rash decision. But he couldn't fathom why they thought of it as a surprise. Why had they been doubting his decisions, his authority in his life, even though they trusted him with theirs?
He is Shivaay Singh Oberoi and questioning his power is out of question.
"This is your last chance, Shivaay. Do you not want to reconsider?" Omkara's whisper broke him out of his conflicting thoughts.
Shivaay looked up, a slight rigidity slipping into his every move as Omkara leaned down with a frown marring his sharp features. His fingers stroked the midnight blue velvet of his throne as he hid behind the mask of an arrogant smirk.
"Whatever do you mean, Om? I intend to do no such thing." Had Omkara not been his brother, it would've been impossible for him to detect the slight waver in his voice.
"But whatever is happening, is not right!" Rudra popped up on Shivaay's other side and offered a glass of wine to his superman of a brother.
"Rudra, I have made a decision. And Shiv-" He started but Rudra cut him off with a huff.
"I know, I know, Shivaay Singh Oberoi has a stick too big shoved up his arse to change his own decisions." He muttered, vexed, while Shivaay grimaced at his choice of words.
What could he say? How could he retaliate to that when mentally he had already admitted it and titled himself as Anika often liked to call him, Stone Singh Oberoi?
Anika.
Now that name was enough to send his heart into an erratic frenzy as his breathing slowed and the artic composure cracked. He quickly snatched the tall glass from Rudra's hands and took a long swig of the sloshing red wine. But there were times when not even moonshine could bring him comfort. And it seemed that right now was one of those times.
His desperate movements caused a few cold droplets to splatter across his clenched fist. The tiny scarlet droplets glimmered like jewels, immediately reminding him of the rubies embellished into the platinum band of that one particular ring, which lay in some forgotten corner of his bedside drawer.
Before he could even begin to think of something else, his mind was on a rocky road journey.
A fireball of twenty six years, having hair as dark as the raven's feathers, that cascaded down to her waist. They weren't the perfect curls or stick straight tresses, just something between the two, looking like a mass of silken waves. Her eyes, a dark coco that melted into caramel when the aureate rays of the sun kissed her face. Her lips were as sweet and inviting as her tongue, spicy and sharp.
A small smile graced his face at the thought of the horribly messed up woman who carried herself with a sorted grace. Even her brash exterior was toned down owing to her smarts. She might as well walk down the aisle with a machine gun, in a nightdress and that would still come off as something uniquely in a league of its own.
"Sir." Someone called out. "Mister Oberoi!" This time Shivaay snapped out of his reverie.
He glanced up, only to see his personal member of the security panel shifting from foot to foot, an air of urgency emanating from his frame. Shivaay raised an eyebrow when Khurana handed a small gift box and greeting card to him.
He scanned the card furiously, a sinking feeling seeping in with each word he read.
Greetings BILLUJI,
I know you are probably sitting in a crowd of your classy people with sky high standards, waiting to marry your deal worth rupees 3000 crore. But isn't it sad that not everyone you "love" is there to rejoice? Ah, pity, pity.
But don't you worry, I cannot watch you suffer any longer. So here is a small present to congratulate you on your wedding and bless you for your bright future.
With love,
Anika
Rudra and Omkara expressed their disbelief and shock, after reading the letter over Shivaay's shoulder. But the man who clutched the "gift" from his beloved had frozen over with dread choking him. That wasn't her. It couldn't be. She was everything but not someone would mock anyone's feelings. No, Anika would never do that.
Hastily, he tore off the bright pink bow and yellow gift paper. The cardboard box within, had a second before his nimble fingers ripped it apart, the tatters flying off in every direction. The gleeful chatter faded into a haunting silence as the feared Oberoi prince glared at the contents of the box.
He shoved the CD into Rudra's hands as Omkara ordered for the provisions required to play it. While the people waited anxiously, Shivaay stared at solitaire diamonds he had bought for Anika to express his gratitude for all that she had done. He was certain Tia had done as he said and ensured that she have it.
But that was not what elicited his fury. It was those little diamond studs stained with crimson that had his heart burning. He was almost afraid at how the red stains looked like blood.
"Shivaay?" Pinky whispered.
He looked down at his mother who held his hand, with an inkling of fear in her gentle eyes. His badi mom walked over and placed a comforting hand on her shoulder.
"Play that." Tej Singh Oberoi's voice boomed and another one from the security panel rushed to the player with the CD.
The lights dimmed with a snap of dadi's fingers as the massive screen darkened. Shivaay felt like the world could hear his heart thump as a bead of sweat trickled down his forehead, tracing his cheek, disappearing down the collar of his attire.
All of a sudden the screen lit up to focus on a room. The room was beautifully done, with white candles flaming, black leather couches, white curtains lightly flowing in the gentle breeze and rose petals scattered as far as the eye could see. It was a setting fit for a king and queen's romantic date.
"I'd do that for my next girlfriend." Rudra exclaimed as all the family members turned to glare at him and Soumya smacked him over the head.
A figure in a black cloak walked in, the hood pulled down so low that one could hardly even make out the wicked smile set across the person's face.
"Oh! Hello, BILLUJI! I see you decided to unwrap your present. How well did you like that pink bow? I bought it for 200 rupees just for you. I hope that was expensive enough to please you." The person, woman, snickered.
She walked around the room, kicking the rose petals as if they disgusted her.
"Ah! Things we do for love! That woman of yours had set this place up for a dinner with your new wife as a congratulating surprise, but I found it first." She licked her lips and walked out of view. Within a few seconds she re-entered, this time dragging something along. It was a wheelchair with someone slumped against it. But whoever it was had been hidden well by the white sheet covering from top to toe.
"And don't they say, finders are keepers, Shivaay Singh Oberoi!" Everyone gasped but time stopped for the grey eyed man when the white sheet was pulled off to reveal the person beneath.
His breathing slowed and eyes widened in agony at the state she was in. Her once extraordinary saree was tattered and burned, ripped off as the trail dragged against the floor, leaving her upper body exposed with only the wispy blouse saving her from humiliation. Had she been molested?
He felt his blood run cold, ice pricking his veins at the sight of the bruises and burns that marked her arms, chest and even the once flawlessly fair stomach. Her hairdo had come undone and thick strands veiled her face.
"Beautiful, isn't she? I'm not surprised you have a soft corner for her in your heart." The storm brewing in the man's eyes was thundering and lethal. The glass in his hand cracked, almost on the brink of shattering but Priyanka knocked it out of his grasp before he bled obliviously.
Cackling like a maniac, the robed woman slapped her victim's face, shoving her hair away to let her bruised face catch the light strangely.
"Anika." Dadi cried.
Rudra and Omkara rushed to hold her upright. Pinky buried her face into Jhanvi's shoulder and Tia's nails dug into Priyanka's arm as tears silently streaked the youngest Oberoi's face.
Anika's eyes were unfamiliar to Shivaay who had once been proud of himself to have memorised every little fleck of gold in her warm, coco orbs. They were now a withering brown with scarce sign of life and all hope lost. It suffocated him to see her so, dead.
The woman pulled out a syringe from the folds of her robe and stroked Anika's face with her nails maliciously. And before Shivaay could comprehend what was about to transpire, she pulled back the needle and stabbed it balefully into her throat, forcing it deep enough for the glinting needle to completely embed itself in Anika's flesh.
"NO!" Shivaay yelled as he jerked forward trying to reach out to help his bundle of miracles.
Almost as if reacting to his anguish, Anika shuddered, her eyes widening as a tormented scream escaped her lips. A scream so tortured that it broke the raging man's heart. It hurt. It ached so bad that he placed a hand to his chest, overpowering the thick lump forming in his throat.
While the woman casually walked away, Anika clawed her throat, gurgling like madness taking over. Shakti and Tej held Shivaay down as he let his caged beast escape. What was wrong with her? Why was she tearing at the flesh of her neck? Nothing made sense to the man as he fought against those who stopped his advance to envelope his woman in his arms and bathe in the blood of those who caused her pain.
"Tsk, tsk. Don't try, honey. The drug has taken you voice away for good." Anika's eyes welled up but the woman patted her head. "Just kidding! It is a matter of a few hours! You will get your voice back but it hurts me to see someone so beautiful."
"You see, it reminds me of the time when I had everything a girl could ever want. I lived the life of a princess. But fairytales never have a happily ever after. This little princess was banished from her kingdom for no reason. Ah, scarred and broken, that is all that is left of her now." She whined. Shivaay battled, livid.
"Mirror, mirror, on the wall. Who is the fairest of them all?" She purred and delicately tugged at the straps of Anika's blouse. They slipped down her shoulders without protest as Anika's tears streamed down her face, her lips parting in a silent scream.
"f**k, Anika, move! Move it, damn it!" Shivaay choked, his arms desperately reaching out for her.
"Oops! Did I forget to mention that you'll be temporarily paralyzed?" Anika lost all control over her body as she sat there in the wheelchair, unmoving and crying. The woman pulled her tresses back and used a hair tie to bind them.
That is when Shivaay noticed her bleeding ears. It looked like her earrings, or certain studs for that matters, had been ruthlessly ripped off. The flesh was torn and oozing blood relentlessly.
"Now, princess, let's decorate you with some scars." She kissed the tip of a knife and that was all Shivaay needed to break free. He dashed towards the screen, shoving away every single unfortunate soul who blocked his way. He immediately put his hands onto the screen, as if trying to trace Anika's face, willing her to emerge.
"Don't you dare! Don't you f**king dare touch her or I'll slit your throat!" He grappled at the image of Anika fruitlessly trying to struggle and the woman placed the knife over her collarbone. "Get away from her, bitch! Anika, please move, please try, for me, please. I am begging you, Anika!" Shivaay begged, not caring that the world saw him crying over a woman who supposedly meant nothing to him. Nothing, but the one he loved.
Anika finally locked her jaw, bracing for the searing pain as her eyes fluttered close. The only thing that made some sound was the rustling wind and something clinking. Shivaay tried to locate the source and found a chain tangled in her fingers with a locket that constantly clinked against the steel frame of the wheelchair.
The knife teased her skin and ultimately landed a slash on her forearm. Shivaay stopped breathing as he felt a part of his soul dying. The crimson streaks trickled down her paralysed arm and dripped down her fingers, sliding through the chain and forming a pool on the rose petals as the diamond was coloured with her blood.
He could barely register anything anymore but he caught the woman's last words before she bowed dramatically and the screen went black.
"Come save your Queen, Shivaay Singh Oberoi!"
They echoed like an unforgiving challenge and he needed no encouragement to do just what his next prey wanted. He had a sin to commit and the taste of her blood would be so much sweeter, the sound of her screams like music when he would pay her back for what she had done with all due interest.
After all, Shivaay Singh Oberoi was the King of sadistic vengeance. And God bless those who disrespect his Queen.
Tada! I am a sadistic demon, am I not? Did you feel the pain? I agree, this shot is not up to the mark because I am so sleepy, but I hope I'll keep you on your edge for the weekend!
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~Red
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