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Chapter 88

Drowning

Piya knew she was dreaming. She had seen the same view over and over, her feet on the stage, Abhay and the rest of the small audience watching. It was such an unforgettable moment for her. But instead of the excitement and joy of that moment waking her up, it had seemed like she had been woken by force. The scenes began to glitch and turn black all of a sudden, like lights flickering on and off. Someone didn’t want her to keep dreaming. Her eyes opened, heart ready to take off at a moment's notice. She looked down, and found only the cloth of the futon and the blanket underneath her. Abhay was missing, but his scent lingered in the sheets even still.

But he said he wouldn’t let me out of his sight. Where did he go?

Piya got up, looked around, and upon not seeing him nearby, went inside. Flipping every light switch she saw, she waited for a sound to echo in her head or ring in her ears. He would know if she were awake right now.

“Abhay?” She called. But he didn’t respond.

It was no use checking the car. He didn’t need transportation. Reaching for her phone, she gave him a call, only to hear it nearby and find it ringing downstairs on charge. She picked it up, and turned it twice over. Untouched.

Where are you?

Her fingers grasped at the cloth over her chest, her heart beating with an ache of worry, and a bead of sweat running down her temple. She called to him in his mind, but before a thought could leave hers, a strange pounding in her skull forced her to the floor. It hurt to push those thoughts to him. Palms against both temples, knees planted firmly into the hardwood floors, and eyes tightly shut. Was this even real? Was this still another dream? Or even maybe a nightmare?

“Abhay? Can you hear me?” She shouted.

She pinched her arm just to check. It hurt. This was reality; she was fully awake. She grabbed the back of the couch and stood up, then returned towards the direction of the balcony. Maybe he was back by then, from wherever he may have gone.

Her feet carried her faster up the steps. Thumps against the floor that sounded like they came from a horror film. She hoped he was there. She hoped everything was okay.

Her eyes locked on the futon. The blanket began to flutter and sink to the floor with the breeze.

My, my…..it’s the first time we’re meeting, isn’t it?

Piya froze. The doors shut behind her. Her toes curled from the coldness of the tile and her palms bunched up into nervous fists. Abhay wasn’t there. Her heart began to race, and feet turned towards the door. Someone just spoke to her in her head.

Are you okay, Abhay?

“Looking for him?”

Piya stopped herself from turning around. That voice, she recognized it, but it sounded so much more sinister. Steps turned a corner, and a force turned her around and threw her into the glass door, cutting her arms and making her bleed.

At last her attacker let her see her face. Piya looked up, hair obscuring part of her vision, but she could never forget those void-like black eyes and those runes. A frightening smile. It was the first time she could visibly see hatred in someone’s eyes. Hatred and disgust.

“….Maithili?” She breathed out, clutching her arms. The cuts stung. And they weren’t healing as fast. This worried her. Her eyes widened and she looked up fully at the vile woman, jaw clenched. “Where is Abhay? What did you do to him?”

Maithili pressed her hand to the door frame and pinned Piya against its adjacent wall. In her fingers, she squeezed Piya’s jaw and glared. The urge to end her now was strong. It would’ve been so simple for her had her soul not been bound to Abhay’s. Ayushmaan always brought her bad news.

“Is this how you talk to royalty?”

Piya furrowed her brows, but gasped for air. She had a lot of frustrations harbored towards Maithili. At last she could say something.

“You really do only care about yourself. I can’t believe you’re Mandu’s sister.”

Nerves were touched. Piya could see the anger rise. Maithili hated being compared to her. Was her childhood not enough, that now this girl was singing her sister’s praises? Piya cried out when her grip got stronger, and began to struggle. A strong heat and light on the back of her neck emerged, and its power threw Maithili’s hand back. Maithili staggered away. The wind began to blow harder.

“You’re human, aren’t you? Then how do you keep resisting?”

Piya collapsed on her knees and shook her head. Maithili looked at her palm more closely, now singed and scarred. She glared at Piya, as the rage continued to pour into her being.

“Where is Abhay?” Piya asked again. She was sure Maithili had done something to him.

“Me? I didn’t do anything. He never left. Take a look.”

She smirked and pointed. He was sound asleep just where Piya had left him, on the futon. But he didn’t notice she was gone. A thinly veiled barrier, like a sheet of water, appeared to her vision, a boundary between the two of them.

“You thought controlling Nature just meant making it rain or moving the trees and dirt? Silly girl. There’s more to it. I can play with your senses too.”

Piya had surpassed Abhay’s senses. Nor could he hear, see, or smell her. Once he was put into a deep slumber, Maithili woke her up, and made sure she couldn’t see or feel him. Altering their senses in such a way to make them invisible to each other. Nature permeated many things and many laws. This was child’s play for her.

Unwilling to kneel for a lowly human, Maithili stood right in front of Piya and stared down at her, arms crossed. Her heel pressed into Piya’s palm until the bones shattered underneath it. She screamed and grasped her wrist tight.

“Scream all you want. He can’t hear you.”

Maithili grabbed her hair and began to drag her away with her.

“I’m not going anywhere with you.” Piya screamed, trying to scratch her arm with her intact hand. “Abhay! Wake up! Please!”

It was no use, Maithili was right. She stared helplessly at the floor, at the smeared trail of blood her arms helped make. The light appeared again, throwing Maithili’s hand away again.

Is she doing that intentionally?

“You’re such a nuisance.”

Maithili tilted her head, and signaled Dipanita forth, who then sprung up from ground below onto the balcony. Piya felt shivers up her spine.

“Do the honors, Dipanita.” Maithili ordered, staring at her burnt palm. “You’ve had your fun with him, Piya. Don’t worry, I’ll let you see him one more time before you go to sleep forever.”

Piya shrieked in Abhay’s direction. Dipanita found herself struggling to control her, already aware that some of Abhay’s blood was flowing in her veins. One strong hit to the head, and Piya was on the floor unconscious. Dipanita covered her nose, disgusted by her slightly altered scent.

Maithili laughed, and stretched her arms out wide. Turning away, she ushered the werewolf to follow with Piya as their prisoner.

“The lake. It’s not too far from here.”

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Abhay’s eyes flew open on command. His chest was burning, soul screaming. It was strange to hear such an indescribable sound in his head. The rage and unease his beast was feeling was increasingly difficult to control. He threw himself upwards, nails tearing through the futon fabric.

“Piya?” He called out, hearing the frustration in his own voice.

She was missing. Her scent wasn’t as strong as it usually was. Perhaps she was in the house, even though he told her to stay with him for the night.

Why do I smell blood?

He felt a slickness under his feet. A trail of blood underneath. He turned around and followed it, finding glass shards scattered on the tile and drops of blood coating them. He held one up to his nose and inhaled, fangs poking out on cue. It was definitely hers. The shard was crushed in his fist but did little to tear through his skin.

Not only that, he could perceive two other scents, one putrid variety that could only belong to a werewolf.

You wanted me to know you were here, right Maithili?

The wind carried her scent eastward, towards the forest. Wasting no more time, he followed it. The scent was only secondary, their soul bond was enough to lead him to her.

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Vitael surrounded the large lake, all with their heads bowed as Maithili walked past. Ayushmaan was waiting for them near the farthest bank. Maithili tossed Piya into a spell circle, the latter still conscious. Ayushmaan walked closer to her and kneeled.

“Are you sure you don’t want Abhayendra dead as well, my queen? He’s been….quite the nuisance lately.”

He pressed his palm to Piya’s face, forcing her awake. Restrained by arms and legs, Piya lay shaken in fear, looking around frantically. Surrounded by enemies. She knew what would happen if they decided to kill her tonight. Abhay wouldn’t make it either.

“No….please let me go….” She pleaded. Maithili glared and walked over to her, kicking her down with her heel. Everytime she looked at Piya, she remembered how much Abhay loved her.

“Why? It took much effort to catch you and you want me to just….let you go?”

Ayushmaan stared at the two. Maithili seemed to hate Piya just as much as her sister. Maybe perhaps more. Maithili stood up, stretching her fingers and neck.

“First we will break the soul bond. Then I’ll kill her.” She hissed, touching the white powder of the spell circle on the ground. It ignited into color, deep shades of red.

“Will it work? You haven’t tried this before.”

“If not, I’ll capture his soul too. And make him a new body later.” She looked towards the clearing. “He will be here soon. Let’s begin.”

She had the confidence that this would not be needed.

Where are you, Abhayendra? Come try and save your little, fragile human.

The dark magic immobilized Piya, and invaded her body. It condensed around her heart, where Abhay’s soul fragment lay. Maithili wanted to separate it by force. Once it broke on one end, it would cease to exist on the other.

It hurt too much. Piya could only hear mindless chattering. It felt as if her chest was being ripped apart. This pain hurt far more than any physical wounds. But as painful as it was, their souls were just as stubborn. So stubborn that it exhausted Maithili after a few minutes. The powder color faded back to white slowly. Ignited again, faded again. This repeated a few more times. Piya tried to catch her breath, and looked at Maithili with intention to mock.

You can’t separate us. Ever.

“Piya!”

She looked over, and saw him at a distance. Not just him, there were others. The Vitael let their guard down, allowing other supernaturals to come and commence their attack. Some began to retreat. It seemed to Piya that they heard the commotion and rushed to help. She thought she saw a familiar face in that onslaught, but her mind couldn’t retain it for the time being.

I’m here, jaan.

He was fast, though the shared pain between him and Piya caused some delay. Maithili fumed and grabbed Piya by the hair, pulling her up. Her plan failed, now for the backup. Making the earth rise from under her feet, she took herself and Piya high above the lake, almost above the canopy of trees. Drop her in, and maybe a few limbs would break from the impact alone. Her hand was already broken. Drowning was her only choice. But if by chance Abhay saved her, she had her last trick up her sleeve.

She took the other pair to the string tha Dipanita tied behind Piya’s ear weeks ago, and tore it in half. The color residing in it faded to a ghostly white.

I will still win. No matter what.

She looked down, and saw Abhay struggling with the vines and thorns that she created to restrain him to the ground. She leaned down to Piya’s ear and whispered.

“Take one last look at him. He’s staying with me. Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him.”

Piya burned the image of Abhay’s eyes into her mind. Those eyes that she fell in love with, and those eyes that she couldn’t go a day without seeing. Maithili chuckled, and shoved Piya off the makeshift cliff, head first into the ice cold water. It was a chill she didn’t like, it was nothing like Abhay. She heard the cracks in her bones, and felt her lungs filling with water. Pressure on the ears. She couldn’t hear, nor could she struggle free. It was getting dark.

Abhay, I’m scared.

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“Piya!“

He wasn’t fast enough to catch her before she fell. His screams rattled the birds out of trees from miles away. His palms opened and strained, flame emerging from the tips of his fingers and blazing away the thorns that held him down. He wasn’t the only one to swim down there for her, but he was the only one fast enough to reach her. His body, now completely shadow, cut through the water violently and enveloped her limp frame in the depths that she had gone, bringing her up to the surface.

Estelle, having been sent to the region by Dragomir hours back on accounts of suspicious activity, held all those who joined her in this mess away from Abhay. She had been watching him closely. A vampire was extremely vulnerable not only for blood, but for their mate also. Friend or foe, no one could get near.

Abhay returned to his human form, and held Piya as gently as he could in his arms. She was cold, colder than him, and lifeless. Her heart was beating only a few times every half minute. With that fading light, he could feel himself getting weaker. But there was still some time left.

No! You can’t die on me! I won’t let you!

He wanted to spend more time on this Earth with her. It was not time for her to go.

The fury of the Duralis spared none. Abhay couldn’t keep himself in control. Those who stared, those who were responsible for her condition, and those who began to flee, they were all affected. Many of the Vitael’s hands were melting, those hands that wished to harm. Flesh, then blood, then bone. Dismembered completely. Heavy shrieks, and death making its rounds. His rage was at its pinnacle, an invitation towards Death itself.

I don’t want to go…

He laid her on the ground, and pressed his palms into her chest, forcing the water out of her lungs with only as much pressure as necessary. Any ribs broken then would heal. Piya coughed up the water and gasped for air, in pain everywhere else. Some took a step further. Abhay looked up, and frightened them with his eyes. The scarlet red was that intense and stormy. A demonic glare.

“Don’t. Touch. Her.” He snarled, cradling her so close to his body that she was hidden from all else. Warming up his hand, he reached under her top and laid it flat on her back. Piya whimpered and shivered against him, unable to adjust her eyesight. Her lungs burned with every breath and her bones ached with chills from the lake water.

He bit into his wrist, and gently pressed it to her lips. She needed his blood. She wouldn’t be able to heal as fast without it. Piya coughed up some, struggling to keep it down. It didn’t taste like anything, but it burned a little this time.

Drink slowly, jaan. I know….it hurts….

His gentleness revolved around her. When the others tried to get near them to assess the situation, he bared his fangs and hissed at them, the scarlet hue of his irises intensifying further. No one wanted to meet the fate of the others. They liked their hands. And Abhay’s beast was highly dangerous. Especially when it was vulnerable. Piya’s pain was that vulnerability.

“It’s…..cold…A-.” Piya shivered, craving the warmth he was creating. Abhay cut her off and nodded, and began to hide themselves with the night, shadows surrounding them both. Ignoring everyone else, he carried her as carefully as he could and took off into the night, rushing them home as soon as time would allow. The others could handle the Vitael. Maithili had already disappeared. A jump on the balcony, and into the bedroom. He waved his palm and lit the fireplace. He removed his shirt, holding her close to the flame and his body. He draped a large blanket around their shoulders. It all happened so fast that Piya was unable to comprehend it.

“Relax.” He whispered. Piya shivered and gravitated towards his heat again. Abhay turned his head, and stared at the broken glass near the balcony.

I won’t spare you, Maithili. Making an enemy out of me was the biggest mistake you could ever make.

Maithili couldn’t care less about what Abhay thought of her. Piya’s downfall had already begun. She dangled the severed string in her fingers, and broke into a hearty chuckle as she captured it in her fist.

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“It’s quiet there now.”

The atmosphere was much quieter in Dehradun. Mandu and Siddharth stood behind the cover of trees, staring at the small cabin. There was a small light inside, only possible from that of a candle. Mandu didn’t hesitate to take silent steps forward. But Siddharth still wasn’t sure. His instincts were warning him, both of what had transpired with Abhay and Piya, and of what could happen now. He couldn’t make out the former; it was all a blur.

“Did you see something?” He asked Mandu. She shook her head.

“It’s blurry…….I can’t see. Could it be something with them?” She asked, and Siddharth hesitated before nodding. “Let’s call them when we get back. I’m worried.”

She looked back at the cabin, waiting for the candlelight to be blown out for the night. Her confidence in trouble grew, as she made continued eye contact with the place. Something was wrong there. Her impatience forced her to make larger, uncalculated steps forward, free and without cover.

“Wait, love—“ Siddarth said, grabbing her arm, and looked closer. The light was snuffed out, and the door creaked open. He pulled Mandu back behind the trees. “Someone is coming.”

They saw the same woman emerge from the cabin, dragging a cloth bag on the ground. They could both smell blood. It left a trail in the dirt.

“Is it dripping from the bag?” Mandu said, a look of horror in her eyes. It smelled off, like that of another Vitael. Siddharth nodded. Something was inside it, struggling.

“Let’s follow.” He said, taking her hand. They waited till she was farther away, and followed the trail of blood. There was a lake not far from where they were, and that’s where the woman was taking the bag. Before they could confront her, she threw the bag into the water, and vanished into thin air. Mandu sprinted forward and dove straight into the water.

“Oh dear…” Siddharth whispered to himself. He prepared to throw himself in as well, but she emerged with it seconds later. The bottom was soaked in blood, dripping diluted onto her bare feet. Her sandals floated off somewhere during the dive. She didn’t care. “Put it down. Let’s see.”

Mandu nodded and set the bag down, and tore through the cloth as fast as she could. Her eyes filled with tears, blending in with the stained color of the bag after they fell from her lashes. It was a little boy, no more than two or three years old. Pale skin, thin and sickly, runes inked under the eyes but not as bright as the usual. It was the child she was looking for, who owned those cries, still but just barely alive. She began to remove the water from his lungs, and sighed in relief when a small cough came out of his mouth. Breathing. Subconsciously, she smiled, and touched her fingers to his cheek.

So small and young, what wrong did you do to deserve this?

“Love—“ He started, grabbing her wrist. Mandu looked at him and shook her head. She knew what he was thinking. Those runes brought nothing but trouble.

“Siddharth, no…he’s just a child.” She said firmly, wiping her tears. Holding him tight against her chest, she tossed the bag aside and stood up. Abandoned and drowned by that woman. Mandu glared in her direction, holding anger towards a mother who had no care for her son.

Siddharth touched the boy’s forehead and brushed his hair back.

“What should we do? It looks like his powers have awakened.”

“Call mom first. We’re taking him home for now.”

Poor pia

May be maithali next plan back fire nd Abhay revenge with plus..

Next part is going to more interesting...

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Poor pia

May be maithali next plan back fire nd Abhay revenge with plus..

Next part is going to more interesting...

Let’s see what she did 😉 thanks for reading! 🤗