Arhi FF: Kalarikkal House (Thread 2 link posted) - Page 34

Awesome update! I love your female leads! They take things and give it back just as well, or better! I loved it! I can't wait to read more!

Beautiful update! I love this arhi :) and this kerala backdrop " gad's owwn countrrry" lol * mallu accent

Chapter 7 - Ruminations

He fell asleep almost immediately after she left, but as it always happened, he woke about an hour later. His mind crowded immediately with the million things that constantly occupied his thoughts. This week away from Delhi was going to delay several of his projects; while he trusted Akash to a great deal and also had faith in his teams there, he ran his company with an iron fist and that meant that he was involved in the majority of the dealings and day to day operations and was not just a figure head attending meetings. With the impending bank deadline, he had thought that Mr. Namboothiri would cave with one, at most two, days of negotiations. A week had been entirely unanticipated. He would have to go into their village tomorrow and see if he could find a place with good enough reception to have a long conversation with Akash to give him specific and detailed instructions on all that needed his attention during the coming week.

Another hour passed and when he couldn't fall asleep, he thought of getting started on a written set of instructions that he would be able to forward to Akash when he found cell reception. However, he thought better of it once he saw that his phone battery was at 53%. He switched off his cell and walked around the room trying to find a piece of paper and pen; however, there was no such thing in the room. He could tell that the room was unused and likely only opened to house overnight guests. It had none of the tell-tale signs that anyone ever came in here aside from to change the sheets and dust the furniture.

He walked around the room's length again before going to the window to pull the curtains aside. The breeze was cool now and he stood there for some time, the absolute stillness of the night so very different from that of Delhi or any of the other areas he frequented. Rather than relaxing him, it made him agitated and restless. His mind was never at rest, and while the pace of the city helped channel it to focus on work-related matters that always pressed upon his mind, places like this always brought the old demons back. And came back they did now and he sighed in resignation after ten minutes of trying to divert his mind.

He leaned his arms against the side wall of the window and watched the wide expanse of emptiness outside – just trees and land – and no distractions… none whatsoever… he caught himself rubbing the left side of his chest and made himself stop; it was an unconscious gesture that he despised. He only did it when his mind started navel-gazing, another useless habit he abhorred.

In a month to the day, didi would have been dead going on fifteen years. Fifteen f**king years! And he still couldn't let her memory rest in peace. He was not a religious man by any means, but he wondered at times if his inability to let her go made her linger around on Earth like an aimless ghost. He had no family anymore besides Akash and his parents. He had as much attachment to them as he was capable of having, which he had to admit, was not a great deal. His first great attachment, his parents, had passed on when he was only six. He never tried to recall their faces anymore, but even if he did, it was futile. He needed their pictures to jog his memory, something that was actually comforting to him. He didn't think he could bear to hold onto them too like he did to his sister's memories.

He had never truly been very social or affectionate even as a kid; in fact, he had been born temperamental and easily provoked. It had only worsened after his parents' death. His sister had been the exact opposite; she had been sweet and kind and everything good. His saving grace, really. When Akash's parents had taken them in, he had been quite unruly and he knew that Mami had struggled with him in the beginning, especially because he had been so very different from the good-natured Akash. It had been Anjali didi who had been the buffer between his anger and the rest of the world. She had tamed him enough that by the time he had entered his teenage years, he was no longer at risk for being committed to some juvenile asylum for aggression.

As the most wise in life found out sooner than later, no good deed went unpunished… when she turned sixteen, didi was diagnosed with acute myeloid leukemia. They had taken her to the best treatment facility that they could afford back then, which was not the best, not that it had really mattered… because they had found the cancer too late. She had died within a year, wasting away right in front of his eyes until all that had been left of her was her incessant smile. If his parents' death had been difficult, it was nothing compared to that year with didi. The first few months, he had tried to keep the hope up, following her lead. For a few months after that, it had been hell; he had been in hell and he had dragged everyone down with him. He had tried everything on the planet that he could get his hands on, alcohol, cocaine, heroin, and finally LSD, something that he had found a liking for. Akash had found him one day strung out and getting the shit kicked out of him by a group of kids. He didn't remember much of it, but he had ended up with a broken nose and shit lot of blood loss and had gotten the lecture of a lifetime from Mami. His uncle, however, had taken him that day to see his sister just after she had come out of a session of chemo. They had stood outside her room, unbeknownst to her, and he had watched his sister cry into the white sterile blanket that they had put around her. He had run away from there and had kept on running until he found himself in some back-alley where the trash of the city – like its poor – abounded on the street. He had sat there in between the stench of everything abandoned by countless and had broken down finally. There had been a stray dog that had come and stood next to him watching for what felt like an eternity before it too had moved on as if the show was not as interesting as it had hoped it would be. That had been a day of many lasts… the last time he tried LSD, the last time he got into a fight, the last time his sister tried chemo, and the last time he cried…

The call of a bird brought him out of his reverie and he found that his hand had returned to his chest where it was making slow circular motions as if trying to massage something to life. He stopped himself and looked out the window.

The night was crawling by at a snail's pace…

He hated this place…

Wow, what an insight in his life. this is getting interesting.; Thanks for the update. Bifa next? PRetty please

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wow story is going pretty intense !!

Outstanding.

i am missing each chapter titles.. i love it.. i mean i am fond of your titling..

excellent updates.. few of my fav lines:

"If you find that you can't control your homicidal impulses in the future, I will not stand by idly and excuse you as a woman. I can fight dirty too."
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It was the last thing he expected! She was crying!

What the f**k! The girl had not one predictable bone in her body.

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"Ah, so in true scavenger fashion, you swoop in to collect your pickings while our corpses are still fresh." She answered, looking out the window.

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i feel sorry for what arnav went through.. death is always painful but it hurts more when you know it is gonna happen soon.. it is painful to let go.. see someone dying right in front of your eyes..

Loved it. Extremely real life portrayal

awesome part...
what a sad past both of them have n both have lost a sibling...the kiss on the part before this was totally unexpected but like it...