Abhiya FF - Enigmatic Darkness *chap 44 updated* - Page 22

brilliant chapter

the war was getting scary

those werewolves attacked on abhay😡

abhay was injured badly🥺

abhay remembered what his father told him how to win

abhay's trick really worked & abhay killed the werewolf leader

at least now abhay's clan won the war👏

but the real enemy still out there to finish abhay & he don't know who is that

hope abhay will find that enemy soon before he do anything horrible to him or anyone close to him

continue plz

Chapter 32 - Sunshine Among Clouds

Hugging herself, Piya clinged on the pillar in the strange place. The inhuman air felt like a poison. Mist was surrounding, hanging low, as if keeping an eye on her to make sure she behave. Trees seemed to hum a magic of their own, swaying wherever the eyes would go as if this was their personal realm and Piya did not belong there.

In a way, she did not belong either.

The soft breeze, however, had a certain rhythm striking the chords of heart and placating the mind.

"At first, Abhay didn't like this place either," said Haseena from somewhere behind Piya.

Piya looked over her shoulders from the the pillar of the strange platform. Haseena had her trademark smile intact.

"It's creepy," Piya said, her head dropped in shame for uttering those words against a place that could be close to Haseena.

"It is." Haseena admitted. "But even if the home is haunted, it is home in the end."

Piya raised her head letting her brown eyes meet with the dark ones. Being a person who never got a home, she knew the feeling of yearning for one. Her home was the place her father left and her mother died, so many painful memories, yet her heart craved to leave everything and live in that crumbing house that was once her home.

Turning her head, Piya gave another glance to lurking mist forming the sky of the strange place. A smile came on her face despite the fear in her heart. She might not be welcomed in this strangeness but it was the home to Abhay.

Rustling of clothes came from behind and Piya whirled with a thumping heart. Gasping, she took a step backward, her feet stepped out of the platform, losing her balance. Her heart leapt as she grasped for the pillar to stop herself from falling.

Hands, as cold as Abhay's, held her from shoulder and Piya raised her head expectantly even when the softness of hand told that it was not Abhay. Her eyes dropped on finding Haseena and she stood up straight.

"You're safe, trust me," Haseena whispered.

The vampires stood at distance from her and there was no Abhay to protect her. A fear was gripping her whole body in a viselike grip.

Not wanting her distrust to be read by Haseena, Piya nodded without meeting eyes.

Haseena looked away but Piya kept on holding her hand as she stood shielding her from the group of vampires. Piya counted them twelve but she couldn't be sure due to the darkness and fear.

"Am sure you must be aware of the consequence of snooping, since am going to report this behaviour to Abhay," Haseena said.

There was a malice and coldness in otherwise warm voice of Haseena. It sounded strange and wrong to Piya.

"That is, if Abhay comes back alive." said one of the vampire from the front, though Piya was not sure which one, due to their hoods.

"And am betting on his death." He added.

Piya tightened her grip on Haseena hand and her eyes widened in fear. What were they saying? Abhay should be fine. He must be fine.

"And I'll make sure to kill you with my own hands, so you can enjoy your win in the hell," said Haseena, her voice rising with temper.

Piya felt a shudder ran down her spine.

"Calm down, Araina. The victory is of Rey," said a little boy coming in front of Vampires. His pale skin against the light brown hair told he was not human either.

Araina? Rey?

Piya furrowed her brows. Nothing made sense. The words were human but they still sounded strange and otherworldly, their meaning out of Piya reach.

"Abhay never lose."

The pride in Haseena words told Piya that it was a good news at least. She gave out a breath not wanting to know anything else. Abhay was fine.

The little boy nodded, "Indeed, and this time Rey pulled such a stunt you'll be even more proud of him."

"You got message?" Haseena asked.

Piya leaned on pillar with a sigh. Only half of the words reaching her brain, other half were wasted as unintelligible.

The little boy nodded again and gestured to the vampires, "I came to drop these scums at their place, others are in mansion and Rey call for you."

"We are part of the reason for your victory, show some respect kid." A vampire scorned.

Another question. Piya was sure vampires were enemy but being a reason of victory changed so much. Why was it so confusing?

"A traitor doesn't deserve respect and you're our slave." The boy retorted.

Traitor? Slave?

It did make a little sense but Piya was not sure of anything anymore. She decided to rest off the questions for now.

"I must leave now. You know your orders," Haseena said.

The boy dropped his head in respect, "Never distrust, Araina."

It sounded more like a goodbye to Piya then anything else.

The boy stood straight and his gaze bore in Piya face. Despite his small height, childish voice and innocent face, his gaze was cold and pointy, like those of inhuman. She shifted on her feet and avoided looking at the boy.

The wind sifted through her hair as the silence reigned everywhere and cloaked her in an oppressive grip. The smooth and dark floor of platform was mocking her for the thoughts that she ever held.

"Abhay is waiting for us, Piya," Haseena said gaining her attention.

Raising her eyes, Piya found vampires gone and so the little boy. The emptiness of place wept with her heart and left a hollow churning to be filled by the presence that was closest to her.

As they walked out of the platform and amid the trees, Haseena grip around her hand was tender but Piya desired for only one touch that was missing at that moment.

Sizzling out of the otherworld in the forest changed nothing for Piya. It was like walking out of one forest to another, except that this one was familiar. The trees extending to sky with their pointy leaves were pleasing to watch after the huge trees with even larger leaves.

Winding past the crooked pathway, Piya found herself in front of Raichand mansion. Powers, Piya decided. She had no logic behind her conclusion but there was no logic behind the truth of tonight either. Abhay's mother use powers to bring us here.

Biting her lower lip, she resisted the urge to look at Haseena. Keeping her eyes down, Piya followed Haseena inside the mansion and stopped in the hall where people seemed to be talking.

The sudden hush after the whisperings, made Piya raise her head. Hall was filled in darkness and only source of light was for fire, illuminating the pale faces that looked ghastly. Dozens of eyes were directed to her but her eyes sought for only person who stood in the center with a bloodied face and pain on his face. Is he hurt? She couldn't know because of the black clothing covering every inch of his body.

"This, we'll like to hear in detail, Rey." There was contempt in the voice and Piya was fairly sure the bland man had pointed towards her before uttering those cold words to Abhay.

Piya furrowed her brow. What was with Rey? Were they calling Abhay as Rey? Why?

The shadows formed by the fire were scary. The darkness was suffocating and the stilled air felt forced.

The unknown people dispersed and the emptiness crept in the dark hall. The fire crackled and the light spread on the ground where people stood some time back. That's when she noticed the wreckage around her but she couldn't point out what was broken and what was not. Only splinters and glasses slept on the floor in silence.

"You must rest now. The night was heavy as it was," Chand said.

Piya turned to Chand, under the bright shadow of light his face was colder than usual. She realized Haseena was standing with Abhay now, her breath hitched. He was hurt.

Piya wanted to object. She wanted to stand with Abhay. Look at him. And question him. But the weariness on his face was too clear, even with the shadow on his face, that she dared not.

Once again, for Abhay, Piya nodded in defeat and walked past Abhay to a solace that was more restless than not.

Night was heavy. Chand was right about that, at least. As Piya sat on the bed her eyes wander to the closed window. Drapes hung in side as still as the forest waiting for her outside the glass window. A shiver ran down her spine and she pulled her knees to her chest, placing her hands around them and resting her head over them.

What really happened tonight? There were so many questions Piya wanted to ask but there was only one answer she wanted to know. Was Abhay fine?

Eyes heavy with a weight of world, she kept on staring. Her body was aching, pain radiated in every limb and the pillow beside her was summoning with full strength. But she kept on sitting. As if waiting. She didn't know for what.

The time ticked away in hour and the sun seemed to awake from its slumber and its rays started to spread on the cloudy sky. The silence was broken by the creak of door. Piya turned her head to fine the source. She sat up straight on finding Abhay. He walked -- limped towards her. Concern came on her face much quicker than any other thought.

"I thought you must be waiting for answers." His voice was slow as he sat on the corner of bed right beside her, without daring to face her.

"You are hurt." Her eyes wander around his body and face. The blood and dirt were gone and there was no evident sign of injury.

"I'm healed." A light smile came on his face and Piya wondered what was he really talking about.

Silence grew slowly and steadily. The swirling questions too many to start and the depressing answers too deep to relax.

"Who were they?" Piya asked finally. Her voice a mere whisper and her gaze dropped on the bed, early sunlight sketching the shapeless objects.

"The reality that you read in fantasy."

Piya breath hitched. It was a confirmation of her thoughts. Vampires and werewolves. The nightmares of young brains.

"And," Piya paused, biting her lower lip. "Who are you?"

"The ancient one."

Frowning, she let her gaze stop at him. "I don't understand."

Corners of his lip raised and he shook his head. "Neither do I."

Piya pursued her lips, staring the calmness on his face as sunlight played on his face. He seemed different. She didn't know how, but there was something that had changed. He turned his head and held her gaze.

"We are in between humans and undead," Abhay paused. "Better than vampires, emotionless than humans. More powerful than every other power and hence, enemy of every creature out there. You can say we are humans of the dark world. We are Neforé."

Neforé. She was sure she never heard that word before. Not in any book, novel or movie.

They sat quiet for a moment. Piya took a moment to let the information sank in her system.

"The privileged supernatural," Piya remarked only to catch herself.

Supernatural will consider themselves natural, won't they?

The birds chirped outside. She sneaked a glance of Abhay to see his reaction on her remark. But there was none.

"Something like that," Abhay nodded. "By winning over the death, we get limited access over every other power that is out of human reach. But everything comes with price and so we have lost half of our right from normal things."

It was a lot of information for Piya. Not the information itself but the weight it carried. Dropping her eyes, she laced her fingers in her lap. There were supernatural out there, roaming among them. Abhay being one of them was the most numbing truth.

Her heart took a flip as his cold hands danced over her wrist and held her hand tenderly. Everything fell quiet. The breeze stopped existing and the sunlight brightened. Her gaze found his and realized it to be settled on her wrist clouded with pain.

She turned to look at what was interesting him so much and causing pain too. There were dark scars embedded in her wrist, contrasting to her creamy skin.

Her heart was going wild as his hand moved around the marks and she took another glance of him trying to understand his thoughts. As his fingers brushed over the marks, they disappeared, leaving smooth skin and stunning Piya.

She tried to find the answers on his face but his gaze still lingered on her hand and she searched for the source of his attraction again.

His hand slid over her wrist to her fingers and touched the back of her hand. His touch was tantalising but she kept on hiding her emotions and continued her journey to understand him. Sunlight shimmer over the ghastly blisters caused by fire that Piya had no memory of attaining.

"Am sorry, Piya, am sorry I can't heal this one," Abhay said, his voice thick with regret as his hands held her in a most caring way.

Healer. He was a healer. Piya watched Abhay, the man she saw so many times but was actually seeing now. The real him. Has he done it before? To her? For her?

"Why not?" She asked in trance, gazing the loving face, sparkling under the warm sun, that was hidden behind the coldness from so long.

"We may control the nature but we can't undone their wrath." Abhay gave out a sigh, still gazing her injuries with regret.

That made sense. The limited powers. Piya nodded thinking over it. There were so much of Abhay that she had no idea about and yet she felt so close to him. Like home.

Piya shook her head trying to get rid of that dangerous thought. It did not seem possible and none of them were ready for its complication.

In order to distract her, Piya went through the night incident again.

"Controlling nature, but how much? I mean you were even controling the wind and fog, weren't you?" Piya asked eager to know more about Abhay, to unravel more of his mystery and to get more close to his reality.

"We can control almost every part of nature but master a few. Everyone of us got their own strengths. Mine is wind and fog."

A smile quirked her lips. Wind and fog. Coldness. Just like him.

But something else flashed in her mind and caught her attention.

Was it possible? Should she ask?

Piya hesitated.

It was a strong belief more than it was a possibility. But...

"Abhay," Piya bit her lower lip. "I felt the wind and fog whenever I was in distress, before we finally met. By any chance, you... I mean..."

He snapped his head away, hiding away every emotion of his unmasked face from her. His hands too released her, but the warmth of his cold hands remained sweetly on her skin.

"I don't think I understand what you're saying."

A denial more like a mask but Piya could feel the sting in her heart. She wanted him to be the reason despite the oddness of situation. It was a desire and a wish. Yet, she felt he was lying and yearned for the day he would accept. It was like those times when she knew he was wearing mask but she had waited for him to expose himself.

Abhay stood up abruptly and walked out of the room, taking away the light with him despite the brightness of the sun in the room. Her heart ached for unknown reasons and she buried her face in her hands.

It was a time when she should be thinking of distancing herself from Abhay, when she should be considering to separate from Abhay and when she should be planning to never meet again, yet here she was painfully upset on being away from him. The night was a bright warning even if she did not think about other things. But then why was her heart not willing? Was he--

A hand held her fingers. She raised her head, letting the hair fall over her cheeks, and her eyes locked with icy grey eyes. The most beautiful eyes, she ever saw.

She tried to search for some unknown answers in his eyes. But the freezing depth was not allowing her to reach him.

Silently, he held her hands and focused his gaze on the injury while she watched the concern that was not even on his face yet she could see it.

At that moment she knew what she wanted.

"Abhay," Piya started softly. "I lied to you."

He paused, gave her a brief glance and without saying anything, started to apply medicine again.

"I need you not because you're the only person who knows so much about me but because I feel safe with you. Because world feels better place to live and because my heart yearns for you."

Maybe it was because Abhay was not looking at her that Piya did find the courage to speak she never knew she felt.

"Your presence is enough to bring the peace. The world doesn't matter and the cruelties are always forgotten. Arnab Dobriyal and Kabir are least of my worries, even if the silence is the only conversation we can have."

This time Abhay did raise his head and let his eyes locked with her. The peace of room was strange and the pouring sun was not hiding anything but every feeling visible did not seem enough.

"I love someone else," Abhay blurted.

Her lips quirked. "Maithli, I know."

The surprise on his face was quick. But she continued without giving him chance.

"But I never said anything about love, Abhay."

Her eyes held the pool of feelings too deep to comprehend as she continued. "We both have our share of scars to last the lifetime, and love being the most scary enemy. So isn't it better to give us a chance rather than finding a brand new journey?"

There was a strange emotion in his eyes. "Do you know what you're asking, Piya?"

"Let's say am accepting the comfort than seeking it in another hopeless place."

Abhay took a moment to speak. "I can't seem to recognise you."

Piya took a minute to understand what he meant. She let her head tilt back and a melodious laughter echoed in the bright room.

"At least, something of me is turning to be new," Piya said ruefully.

He regarded her for a moment. "You don't deserve me."

"Neither do you," Piya shot back. "But then none of us. Someone always deserved better than the other but in the search of the deserving person, we lost so much that it doesn't matter in the end."

His piercing eyes seemed to go deeper in her soul but she held herself from averting the gaze.

"What had really happened with you, Piya?" Abhay asked with concern.

Piya dropped her gaze. Her past flashed in her eyes. The betrayals, the rejection, the behaviours, the harshness and all the other things people threw in her directions in her journey from childhood to teenage and from orphanage to hostel.

"Just little things that happened so many time, crossing the last bit of boundary leaving me with no good memory." Piya voice was dropped to inaudible whisper.

How much Piya tried to be strong but the crushing weight dropped her head as she was no more had the strength to held herself. Tears stung her eyes but she blinked them away and gazed the injuries tended by Abhay, trying to remind herself the better side of her life.

The birds chirped and the wind whispered. She felt his hands cupping her cheeks and a sensation spread around her body that she could not knock off. Raising her eyes, she looked at Abhay with hope as he tucked off the stray lock from her face.

"You're not alone," his voice was a mere whisper but his eyes were screaming in volume. "Not anymore."

awesome chapter

poor pia was scared & confused abt what happened

she was worried for abhay also😭

glad haseena was there to protect her🤗

those vampires were so confident that abhay will die in a war😡

really like that young boy & his attitude🤗

finally pia saw abhay & was relived but she was worried seeing him wounded😭

sorry to say but i'm still confuse abt the ancient😕

love abhiya's convo❤️

all pia want is abhay in her life😊

all her life she got betrayal pain🥺

but with abhay she always feel safe❤️

hope abhay won't push her away coz of his truth & enemies

continue plz

Originally posted by: cuteariya

awesome chapter

poor pia was scared & confused abt what happened

she was worried for abhay also😭

glad haseena was there to protect her🤗

those vampires were so confident that abhay will die in a war😡

really like that young boy & his attitude🤗

finally pia saw abhay & was relived but she was worried seeing him wounded😭

sorry to say but i'm still confuse abt the ancient😕

love abhiya's convo❤️

all pia want is abhay in her life😊

all her life she got betrayal pain🥺

but with abhay she always feel safe❤️

hope abhay won't push her away coz of his truth & enemies

continue plz

What are you confused about?

Abhay is ancient one. Neforé is the name of their specie. They called themselves ancient because they're living far before than werewolves vampires and other such supernatural entities existed.

To simply remember their power, I'll tell you to remember that they have power over everything. Can do everything. But all of it has limitation and effects on their body. They're half human though so they got humans eating sleeping and breathing thing too. But lesser than humans.

You can say when Abhay was dying he died only half getting extra powers and using some of his half.

Feel free to question whatever is confusing you.☺️

Originally posted by: Asshi...

What are you confused about?

Abhay is ancient one. Neforé is the name of their specie. They called themselves ancient because they're living far before than werewolves vampires and other such supernatural entities existed.

To simply remember their power, I'll tell you to remember that they have power over everything. Can do everything. But all of it has limitation and effects on their body. They're half human though so they got humans eating sleeping and breathing thing too. But lesser than humans.

You can say when Abhay was dying he died only half getting extra powers and using some of his half.

Feel free to question whatever is confusing you.☺️

i never herd abt ancient in any story so i was confused

Originally posted by: cuteariya

thanks for the explanation😃

i never herd abt ancient in any story so i was confused

Haha that's because it doesn't belong to any story. Neforé is my own creation.

Chapter 33 - Light and Dark

Abhay shrugged off the thickened snow of January, entering in his mansion, still upset over the meeting with clan.

Despite his short and censored explanations that she was not Maithli and he did not want to involve her, he had seen the dislike in the understanding nods of his clan. Clearly, they were not happy and relented only because of the authority and power Abhay held. It was no good news. Receiving their trust was essential, particularly when he might need to hide more of Piya in future. With that, things would go downhill particularly with the chance of traitor in his own clan.

This was going much twisted and much more vicious. The chances of their survival might be slim.

Abhay shook his head in despair and halted near living room when Piya voice reached his ears.

"He'll be fine?"

Sitting on the new shining dining table, she was talking about him as his mother stood beside her. The concern in her voice brought a warmth and he stood watching her.

She was in her usual; black top and pink skirt. Somehow black seemed to fit her too well and he did not like it.

"It depends."

Haseena answer surprised Abhay.

"Means?" Piya asked, her eyes widened as if trying to comprehend what Haseena was trying.

But Abhay knew what his mother was doing. She was well aware of his presence and it was just her way to play with two people at one time.

"Depends on how much he take care of himself, mentally and physically."

There it was. Abhay gave out a sigh. His mother putting ideas in Piya mind. Somehow his mother was sure that Piya could help Abhay out of the misery he lived. She was a bit right, though.

Yesterday night changed a lot in him. He shouldn't have agreed with Piya in the morning, but it was all because of the events of night that made him realize Piya was important for him. That fear of losing Piya in fire was not just an emotion but a decision in itself.

"Mom," Abhay stepped in and both the ladies turned their heads to him. "We need to talk."

Haseena shook her head. "You better give company to your friend, Abhay."

Piya was eating so it was not an issue and Abhay was ready with the answer when Piya beat him into it.

"I don't mind being alone," Piya said sipping on the juice.

It was meant to be a help for Abhay but it worked entirely opposite on his mind. Giving a dismissing nod to his mother, Abhay sat on her right.

She raised her head, her hands pausing on the plate, the faint light from window illuminating the confusion in her brown eyes.

"Do you want to eat suddenly?" Piya asked munching on her food. Abhay never saw her eating with such fervour before.

"I don't like eating," Abhay answered.

Piya nodded vigorously as if telling him that she got to know that long before. She stopped as if a thought crossed her mind and started to pick on her food again.

"Do you even need to eat?" Piya asked casually.

"A sip of water and a bite of food, that's all."

Again Piya nodded, this time slowly and Abhay could feel her piecing the time he denied food entirely. His eyes went to her hands. The swelling was a little and even redness was faded.

"How's your hand?" Abhay asked just for the sake of conversation.

Her eyes went on her hand and she raised them to show him. "Much better than they should be. I feel you gotta do something with it apart from the medicine."

With a sparkling curiousity she gave him whole attention and he had to admit she was smarter than he thought.

"Doubled your healing power. It works well on minor injuries. Can heal such minor injuries of nature that way. But that's it," Abhay said. He hated not able to control more of wounds caused by elements of nature.

"How many times you did it before, Abhay?" Finally Piya asked, leaning back on chair.

Smarter and faster than he thought.

Abhay fought the urge to look away.

"Everytime," he shouldn't feel guilty but he was.

She nodded once again and then maybe taking mercy over him said softly - "Makes sense."

Abhay observed her. She was biting her lower lip while exchanging glances at him. Her fingers played with the spoon. It was a glimpse of old Piya. Piya before all the mishaps.

Hesitant. Abhay decided. A question she was aversive to ask and the answers he was not willing to offer. Not yet, at least.

Wind hissed outside and crackling of wood played softly in hall. Shadows and light playing hide and seek.

Piya fumbled with the spoon, her gaze roaming around the still mansion and finding its way back to Abhay.

There was nothing Abhay could offer to help her out of her boredom. It was long before he let off all the casual manners and forgot the small conversations. But he couldn't let Piya sit in his mansion doing nothing other than think that could actually reach to overthinking.

He brought her here and he ought to do something for her.

But what?

"Want to go outside?" Abhay asked. Maybe an outing would do.

Piya turned to him, stared him for a moment and finally shrugged.

"Where?" Abhay asked wanting to take her wherever she wanted.

Piya opened her mouth but said nothing for a moment. "Wherever you say."

The confusion and meekness in her voice made Abhay realize that she knew nothing about outing. It was shocking but only for a second. She was an orphan, no family to take her outside and as far Abhay knew orphanages were not kind enough to plan family picnics.

Suddenly, Abhay wondered what was more worst. Being lost in a chain of war and immortality or being confined in the cruelty of people and mishandled?

Probably, the end results were same.

"I'm guessing you haven't got the chance to explore Dehdradun?" Abhay asked.

Piya nodded with a shrug. Not even a sigh from her, which showed how much habitual she was.

Abhay stood up and motioned her to follow him. "Then its time."

.

Dark fog hung over. Hundreds of unnatural eyes glittered while the double amount of robes fluttered in the opening. The swishing of wind sounding more like a knife slicing the hearts and the coldness condescending as a living snow.

Standing over the platform, he stared the army he had prepared with not even an impressive look. The dislike clear on his otherwise stoic face.

Planning and plotting was his second nature and failure was a foreign word. From quite some time, though, his army was familiarizing him with that evil word and he was not the one to appreciate such audacity.

Twitching his hand, he resisted the groan and the urge to kill someone. It wouldn't work in his favour, if he wanted to rule over this foolish species.

Abhay turned out to be more than he bargained for. Starting from beginning, he was the reason everything went downhill and from then the direction was not changed.

But something had to be done. He needed Abhay but, now, that was not the case. Revenge and powers were what he intended, and Abhay had to pay the ultimate price for everything he made him go through.

That girl being his weakness was an advantage and he had to find ways to exploit it. The girl was the reason Abhay accepted death centuries back and now this new girl had to help him again. Abhay had to die. This time, really die.

The gear of his brain, grunted and turned. The ideas spurred and spinned. Finally, corner of his lip twisted ever so slightly and a twinkle died in his deadly dark eyes.

"This has gone too far to my liking," he spoke gruffly, taking harshness in his voice to another notch.

There was a shudder in the air and the creatures suppressed the urge to shift. He liked the effect on his slaves and savoured their palpable fear. Tasted nice.

"All of you proved worthless, so far," He spoke in a deadly tone while enjoying the rush of tremor that his words brought on the creatures in front of him.

Both of the species lost their leaders, which made it even more easier to scare them since there was no one to speak for them. The air thrummed with tremors.

"I'll give you a chance and," he paused already satisfied of his power over them. "A mutual leader of my choice."

There was a subtle shuffling but he knew he got them. None of them got the guts to stand in front of him and after their failure, they already were pleading mercy from him. So no chance they could speak at his interference on choosing the leader for them, that too a single leader for both of the specie. They had to bow, just like the slaves they are.

"About the next move then," He took another deliberate pause letting the words sink in their undead head. "There's no use playing from shadows anymore. I have to lay out my cards and even if there are casualties I don't care. I want Abhay trapped, helpless and dead."

His voice hardened and he did not care for the uncomfortable wave surrounding his animal slaves. He did not care for their ethics. He did not care if those animals did not like the new leader or did not want casualties. He did not care if those leeches were less satisfied of his leader. They lost and they had to pay the price.

All he wanted was death.

Abhay's death.

awesome chapter

oh god abhiya still isn't safe

abhay get worried someon from his clan will betray him

abhay yet to find the real enemy

both abhiya r worried for each other & both r really concern abt each other😊

awe abhay's mom planing to play cupid between abhiya😉

oh hell that guy want to kill abhay using pia disgusting😡

hope abhay will find & finish all his enemies before they can do anything to him or his love one

continue plz

Originally posted by: cuteariya

awesome chapter

oh god abhiya still isn't safe

abhay get worried someon from his clan will betray him

abhay yet to find the real enemy

both abhiya r worried for each other & both r really concern abt each other😊

awe abhay's mom planing to play cupid between abhiya😉

oh hell that guy want to kill abhay using pia disgusting😡

hope abhay will find & finish all his enemies before they can do anything to him or his love one

continue plz

Thanks dear❤️

Chapter 34 - Moments and Us

Fluffy clouds rolled on the sky and snow was cascading down in slow motion. The whiteness spread everywhere and everything was covered in thin layer of snow; from roads to hills and mountains to forest. Wind was blowing in the rhythm of the white crystals.

The college ground was deserted and silent; a combination Piya had began to like. Sitting on the bench, in the corner of ground and under the gabled roof, she continued to admire the falling snow while rubbing her cold arms over the green top and tattered dark blue coat. A smile was lightening her face.

She absolutely loved snow and falling snow was just another treat to watch. Her nose was red and as she inhaled the icy wind, her air passage trembled with intensity. But she did not care. In fact, felt more alive than ever.

Back in her hometown, she had always yearned for such weather. The scorching heat was always maddening for her.

But apparently Abhay did not share her enthusiasm. She threw a look to him and found him sulking at a distance, standing by the pillar and keeping a watch on her. There was a frown on his face as he looked at her and Piya had a faintest idea that he did not like her sitting there. But she was enjoying the moment and she was not ready to listen to anyone. Not even Abhay.

A faint chatter reached her ears and she looked around. Beyond the ground, Misha was jogging down the corridor. Ruhi and her minions flagging beside her. Misha seemed to be making fun of Ruhi, if Ruhi face was anything to go by.

Turning her eyes back to Abhay, she looked in his eyes and motioned towards Misha. Blinking her eyes in assurance, she waved him to go wherever he wanted. Since Misha was there he shouldn't worry about her being alone anymore. He was damn concerned for her and she could see it beyond his mask of coldness.

Abhay gave her a nod and turned around. Clearly, he understood her gestures. He always did.

Or is it those unnatural powers, Piya wondered suddenly. Is it possible he can read my mind?

"Hey lost case," Misha called standing beside her. She was trying to hide herself from snow and cold.

"Nice to see you too, Misha," Piya said and then turned her head to watch the sight. The white balls falling softly and soundlessly, lying down on earth and sleeping on the ground. The buildings beyond were covered with thin and white blanket.

"Isn't it lovely?" Piya asked. Her eyes sparkled with fascination.

"I think you're going to kill me someday and bury in this snow," Misha complaint.

A frown came on Piya face but she did not turn her eyes away from the falling snow. The ground was piling with snow and flakes seemed to be falling a bit more urgently.

"Let's go Piya, its really cold here," Misha said.

Piya whipped her head to Misha. "No way am leaving this place."

"You seriously got problems dude. Or are you suicidal?"

A pout adored her lips and her brows knotted together in disapproval. "Am not leaving for anything. If you want to share your adventure here, then you're most welcome, otherwise don't bother me."

Piya turned away her head. The white filling her brown eyes again.

"Am seeing the glimpse of the girl I met first. And you're even being stubborn but that doesn't mean am enjoying this."

"You should've thought better than befriending me that day then," piya shrugged.

"This is ridiculous," Misha huffed.

Piya pursued her lips without sparing her a glance.

"Fine." Misha grumbled sitting beside her.

Misha muttered curses for a minute, Piya did not even hear them. She was completely engrossed in her snow gazing.

"Tell me now how was the trip?" Piya asked, relaxing beside Misha without taking away her eyes away from snow.

"It was wonderful," Misha paused. "don't take me wrong now. I don't like informative trips, but this one was particularly fun."

Piya did not doubt that anyway. Misha and information were poles apart.

"You should've seen the swords there. So huge and awesome. I even tried a few." Misha slashed her arms in empty air, demonstrating how she used them.

Misha and fun were synonyms.

Piya nodded sagely. "In the darkness of night, I bet."

She could imagine Misha sneaking out of camps and playing with swords in the pitch darkness with no one to witness her antics.

A grin came on Misha face. "Uh-huh, smart. someone is being my friend in true sense."

"It can be otherwise round too, no?" Piya flashed a cheeky smile, cocking her head on side.

Misha jaws dropped. "I think I have to plan to plan a breakup with you."

"Oh you are? Thank God. I was thinking how long I have to bear you but you made it easy." Piya gave out a sigh and her lips stretched into a big grin.

Misha blinked several times and finally a smile came on her face. "Now now. This is an impressive change, I must say. Tell me something you're taking classes from Abhay Raichand?"

"Classes?" Piya could not hold her bubbling laughter anymore and threw her head backward, laughing freely and heartily.

"And you're extremely happy too," Misha said looking at her with interest.

Piya stopped laughing and thought about herself and what Misha said. She recalled the time she spent with Abhay the other day. The whole beautiful day, exploring the funny and pretty parts of Dehradun; the secret passage of park to the small abandoned cafe they sneaked in. A smile came on her face. It was true. She was happy to be with Abhay. Happy and peaceful.

"Daydreaming too," Misha said with a naughty tone and rubbing her hands. "Let me guess? Did you guys kiss or what?"

Coming out of her thoughts, Piya rolled her eyes at Misha. She could talk rubbish at most weird times.

"I don't like kissing and Abhay is not that type of guy, okay?" Piya said in a haughty tone.

"Oho, of course your Abhay yeah," Misha teased, patting her on shoulder.

Piya glared and slapped away her hand. Misha laughed at her face. A student rushed past them for a warm place as they sat stupidly.

"Tell me about trip, you Dumbo" Piya said crossing her arms and turning back to snow gazing.

"Didn't I tell you just now? Or you forgot in Abhay dreams?" Misha said in sing song tone.

"Am talking about Doon palace, its history, not just swords."

Misha scrunched her nose as if Piya had just gifted her a pink lipstick.

"History isn't interesting. But if you want to have sword fight just tell me," Misha said pulling out a chips from her bag.

Piya shook her head. She should've known better than questioning Misha about that.

"We can use it for our history project, you know?" Piya said with a sigh getting serious this time.

"Who cares for project" Misha shrugged, rubbing her shoulder whether due to cold or some popping idea, Piya couldn't tell.

But Piya going to stick the idea and she was going to find about Doon palace for her history project.

A voice startled them out of their little silence and they turned around to look for the source. Across the fog and blinding snow from entrance, a man in black emerged, jogging towards them.

Piya squinted her eyes to get better look as the guy came closer. Her heart skipped its beat on finding Siddharth running towards them. A huge smile settled on his face.

Piya gripped her bag tightly almost thinking for escape routes when she decided to just stay back and try to be normal. It was not like Siddharth would eat her alive or just point a finger towards her shouting betrayal.

She was the one to fear. She held no responsibility for whatever damn happened.

"Wow," Siddharth grinned. "I never knew I was going to find both of you together, once again."

Piya simply ignored him and watched the snow without much interest now. She kept her ears on the conversation though.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Misha shot with a groan.

"Surprise, Mush Mush, surprise," Siddharth said pulling her in a forced hug.

Misha pushed him away.

"You're disgusting." Misha scrunched her nose.

"After all, am your brother." Siddharth grinned.

Piya pursued her lips hiding her smile. Misha got a competition there.

"Burden," Misha corrected.

"Just like you're," Siddharth feigned a sigh and slouched with a fake sad face.

Piya almost wanted to laugh at the interaction but she did not want to show any involvement with them.

"You are impossible," Misha threw her hands in exasperation. "How can be you CEO?"

"Because impossible happens to the impossible," Siddharth replied without missing a beat.

"W-what?" Misha was confused for a moment.

She slapped her forehead after a second when the meaning sank in but by that moment Siddharth had turned to Piya who stiffened on gaining his attention.

"Now tell me, Piya, will you be my sister? Because this one stinks?" Siddharth said sitting beside her with an attentive look.

Piya fumbled. The sudden ironic words had knocked off her senses. She wanted to say something smart or at least do something to escape the all too familiar pang of old wounds. But all she could do was avoid looking in his eyes staring down at her. The question in them were scary.

Just then her phone buzzed. She quickly turned away from Siddharth and checked her phone. There was a message from Abhay.

"Meet me." Curt and precise. Like always.

Her eyes searched around for his dark dressing in the whiteness. Even though she couldn't spot him, she knew he was around and did it on purpose.

Her heart warmth with love and a soft smile came on her face. Wanting to distance herself from Siddharth, she stood up immediately.

"Got to leave," Piya said facing Misha. "I'll meet you later, Mish."

Misha gave her a confused look but nodded nevertheless. Piya gave her a smile and turned around to leave.

"Wait, wait," Siddharth called from behind and rushed ahead, blocking her path. "You just can't leave like this whenever I come."

Piya stared his boyish face with wide eyes. What the hell was he doing?

"It isn't healthy to avoid Siddharth's charm. I can forgive you for that but remember I won't eat you, promise," Siddharth said, his dark brown eyes smiling down at her.

Piya opened her mouth staring down in his eyes. She could not form words.

His smile dropped and he straightened himself into a gentleman. "Not that I like but on insistence of everyone, there's my welcome party on Saturday."

"It'll be a great honour if you'll find time for a nothing like me, your highness," Siddharth added dramatically.

Piya looked at Misha with question who shrugged in reply. She turned back to the expectant Siddharth and thought over the invitation. She couldn't run away from Dobriyals forever. Particularly when Misha was still her friend.

There was even Panchi. Merely some weeks were left for her marriage. Sooner or later, Piya had to pay Dobriyals a visit and get over the sorry episode.

"I'll be there," Piya said giving a tight smile to Siddharth whose face lightened up like dozens of bulb.

"My honour, your highness," he bowed.

Turning around she left the two siblings without a proper bye.

Hurrying down the snowy path, she found Abhay standing under the horde of freezing trees just beside her hostel.

Their eyes met and thousand words were spoken. He turned around and sat in his car. Piya followed him and sat on passenger seat.

Abhay passed her a packet. She tried to read his unreadable face but gave up and checked the packet. The warm and soft fabric was in pure black, completely simple with round black shiny buttons and she was sure it would fit her perfectly. Overwhelmed by his gesture, her heart drowned in the unsaid feelings.

Raising her eyes, she found him observing her reaction with a warmth in his icy blue orbs.

"Why?" She whispered under the pressure of feelings.

Abhay shrugged and looked away. Gratitude shone in her misty eyes on his care.

She might need a proper overcoat but the burden of using so much of his expenses was huge.

"Abhay, I..." Piya tried to object at the expensive piece exclusively bought for her.

Abhay cut her off in an icy tone. "We already have enough enemies, I don't want your illness added to it."

Opened mouth, she stared him trying to find whether he was honest or joking but he had got new ways to hide his feelings.

"Arrogant Raichand," Piya gritted.

"Pleasure is all mine," Abhay said instead.

Piya clenched her fist and finally broke into a laughter. She did not miss the ghost of smile appearing on his face too. Her heart swelled with pride for being the reason of his happiness.

"Mom is already missing you," Abhay informed, starting the engine.

Piya looked at him as Abhay drove the car slowly and without destination. A heartwarming smile played on her face with a pain lingering in her eyes.

"We aren't even close." Her voice came smaller as she thought of the mother she lost.

"She don't need to be close to miss someone." Abhay rolled his eyes but affection was evident on his face.

Piya smiled in response. Abhay and his mother's relationship was so beautiful. If only her mother was alive too, she would've done so much for her then maybe she no one would have hurt her to this extent.

"And she is planning a party," Abhay informed, maybe feeling her sadness , as he drove on an empty road.

Piya turned her attention to him, curiosity shining in her narrowed eyes. "Party?"

"My birthday," he answered nonchalantly, eyes fixed on snowy road.

"Your..." Piya was speechless. She had no idea about his birthday and it was weird considering he was supernatural.

"The day I turned Neforé."

"Oh" Piya wasn't sure of right words for such conversation. "when?"

"Saturday."

Piya eyes widened in surprise. Saturday?

"Dobriyals have planned party for that day," Piya answered looking at him as he focused on driving.

"And they will have to change the day. " Abhay said, a smirk coming on his face.

"Rivals " Piya rolled her eyes and turned to watch the forest blurring past her.

"Sure of that?" Abhay asked with a hint of amusement in his tone.

Piya pursued her lips to hide her smile but could not stop herself.

"But its fun." Piya giggled. Dobriyal were going to be frustrated, particularly Arnab Dobriyal. But who cares? Piya was going to get a few more days to prepare herself to face them.

Piya leaned back on seat with a peaceful smile. The snow had stopped but the roads were silent and slippery, Abhay was driving slowly and carefully. There was tranquility everywhere and there was warmth just beside her.

"Abhay?" Piya started remembering something.

"Hmm?"

"What is Araina and Rey?" Piya asked curiously, still leaning back on seat but gazing him from periphery.

"Names."

Piya frowned and turned her head still leaning. There was amusement on his face as he flashed a sneaky look towards her.

"I thought you're Abhay not Rey," Piya said a little annoyed that he was making fun of her.

Abhay sighed.

"None of it is our real name. But leaders and their family are given a distinct permanent names so to be remembered in history. Those are our permanent names known only to our clan."

"You're a royal family in supernatural world?" Piya asked with fascination. Her eyes widening for more information.

Abhay hesitated as if confused how to react.

"Kinda. And every royal family gets their own. They're more like titles," Abhay said bringing the conversation back to names.

"Interesting," Piya remarked as Abhay took a U-turn and drove back for her hostel.

The rest of way back to the hostel was in silence. The two did not mind anyway. Piya stayed a moment longer in his car after he stopped in front of hostel.

"See you soon then," Piya said finally and got down from car fetching the new overcoat with care.

Before shutting the door, she lingered for a moment, keeping her eyes locked with his.

"Take care," Abhay said finally.

Piya flashed a radiating smile in the cold evening and shut the door as Abhay smiled softly.

Piya walked to the gate and stopped. She turned back to find his car still waiting. She waved at him even when she couldn't see him and finally walked in the hostel.

Maya was not in the room when Piya entered and Piya knew she must be on her part-time job that she did not want to quit despite Abhay offering her help.

Piya got fresh and changed in her casual warm suits.

It was time to get back to her studies. She was ignoring them a bit more than she should have. Taking out the laptop she had bought with the money she won in an essay competition, she sat on her tiny bed.

Connecting to hostel WiFi, she opened the Google and typed Doon palace, Dehradun.

A ride of emotions was on its way.