"We have been running for so long from it, that it feels strange to try and confront it now," she said finally, her eyes fixed on the reddish hued floor.
Her fingers had clawed into her dupatta in a fierce grasp. Her hands trembled even as she tried to keep herself still. Her pale face, drained of all colour, her heightened breathing and her fidgeting hands did not escape Randhawa's notice. Unknown to him, his hands pressed down on her shoulder in a comforting gesture. The officer in him felt that he needed her not to break into a panic attack in order to hear whatever she had to say. He guided her into his room. She allowed herself to be drawn to the one chair in the room. Once he had her sitting down, Ranveer poured her a glass of water and placed it before her. She lifted it with both hands and took a few sips. Through all this, her eyes refused to meet his. She continued to study the floor with a fierce determination, as if coming to some final decision.
Then she looked up. Her glance had a look of resoluteness in it that made him feel a twist in a heart he had forgotten he had. He sat down on the bed across from her, and waited, not saying anything--allowing her to gather herself, form her thoughts, make the decision from which they both knew there was no turning back.
Finally, letting out a deep sigh, Priyanka unclasped her fingers from her dupatta. Her hands on her lap, her posture emanating her resolve, she spoke.
"I don't suppose you have ever done something you regret so much that you live in a veritable hell because of it every moment of the rest of your life," she said softly, almost dispassionately. If Ranveer didn't know better, he would have thought she spoke of someone else.
As she continued, he listened with increased distress. Some of it he knew, some of it was unexpected. For a while, the only sound in the room was the steady murmuring sound of her voice as she laid before him everything, the accident that was much more than an accident, the friends who had turned out to have hidden motives, the blackmailing, the nightmares, the guilt and the promise made between two desperate siblings to protect one another through the darkness. But she had failed. Her O Bhaiya had sunk into an addiction that refused to release him even after all these years. She laid before him her trauma, her descent into a madness of her own. The threats and the forced decisions that had done nothing but increase their burden of self-reproach and despair.
She spoke till she felt she had said it all. Her words finally trickled to a stop and she looked at Randhawa, her face a picture of uncertainty. He raised the glass of water and placed it in her hands.
"Drink." he said, simply. His face was impassive, revealing none of the thousand line of thought racing through his mind, the questions that demanded answers.
"Miss Oberoi, you know what is wrong with you?" he asked finally, once she had drained the glass and set it down. Once a semblance of colour had crept back into her cheeks. She looked up, curious.
"You are far too trusting." ACP Randhawa told her.
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Sorry, for taking so long guys. Didn't really know what direction to take this!
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