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Chapter 106

The Meaning of Forever

This night stretched into a hellish eternity, altering his sense of time. How many hours or days passed just in wait, waiting for her to simply wake up?

It had in fact been only two days, and he remained in their room for the entirety of that time. Piya could wake up at any moment, and he needed to be prepared for when that happened. Young vampires were erratic and prone to being dangerous if left alone. He would know.

A window was pushed open, silk curtains floating in the air then falling with the cool night breeze. Abhay stared at them, counting the number of times they lifted and touched the floor in his head. One hand held onto hers, fingers entwined against her resting heart.

“I know you won’t get mad, but…”

Abhay’s voice trailed, drowned out by the sound of crickets and the wind. She remained unconscious, with her head on his lap and pillow underneath. He touched her forehead, smoothing out stray hairs from time to time. It looked like she was sleeping peacefully, without a single ounce of pain. But he knew how much the transformation could hurt. It was akin to a fire burning through one’s veins, trapped, without being able to move. Paralyzing the victim until it was complete.

All he could do was at least keep her comfortable.

Her warmth was gone, her heart was silent, but she was still there. They were at least together. Abhay stared at her sleeping visage with guilt in his eyes. He himself had become too deeply attached to those things. It was a mistake to do so, when he himself didn’t know when they would be snatched from underneath their feet.

“It’s too quiet in here now…”

After the bite and return home, he took Piya straight to their room, and strictly forbade anyone from entering without his permission. He at least wanted the peace that he sought for so long, to process his volatile emotions. Taking out the voice recorder from the nightstand drawer, he pressed play and set it on loop, and quickly closed his eyes. If he kept them open, he would see the bite wound and it would only make him curse himself more. His free hand clawed into the mattress out of view, tearing through the cloth. It was illogical, but he wanted her to be mad at him, more than he was at himself. He wanted her to yell at him and curse him and not speak to him for days or even weeks. Yet again, he took someone’s humanity away from them, out of his own selfishness.

It was an agonizing wait, and he wasn’t sure how many more minutes he was able to bear.

“I need to step away for a bit,” he repeated to himself. He thought it would make things move faster. Right then, everything was too stagnant. He carefully adjusted Piya on his side of the bed and tucked her in, donning his coat and hopping off the balcony to take a short walk outside to get a change of atmosphere. He visited their hill, glad to see that it was vibrant and alive again. She would be happy to see it too. He walked his once usual path to her villa, and stared at the wooden balcony where they shared a memorable conversation under the falling snow. A smile decorated his face remembering those moments, then touching his dimple with his own finger. He blinked, and the other was touched by an illusion of Piya, who made a mischievous face at him and ran off back towards the mansion. He turned to follow, but the illusion vanished by then.

His instincts were trying to tell him something. The dread that followed gave him urgency.

Should I go back and check?

He had a feeling it was time. And he was right. Back in their room, Piya had finally opened her eyes. Everything looked different. She felt different, in mind and body. Reborn. The world seemed clearer and noisier. But her neck and stomach throbbed with lingering pain, taking her out of the initial enjoyment. The recorder fell on the floor as she struggled to sit up. She stared at it, glad that it didn’t break. She could hear their song with more nuance in the sound.

Why is it so hard to move? What happened?

Piya looked up, but Abhay was nowhere to be found. But his scent lingered strongly in the sheets. Curling her knees to her chest, she buried her nose in the covers. Her body shook with some sort of fear, but the scent calmed. Sandalwood and roses.

Where are you, Abhay?

The pain got worse then better, and cycled like so for a few minutes. Her head felt heavy and throat felt very dry. It hurt to swallow. She blinked twice, shoved the covers aside, and hobbled over to a mirror, only to find a reflection missing from it.

“What?” She said, still not used to speaking out loud again after many months of deafness. “Ahh–”

A shooting pain in her head forced her to her knees. Something about her felt different. Her senses were incredibly sensitive, and that was making her feel ill. A thud of shoes hit the floor outside on the balcony, and Abhay’s scent hit her nose much more strongly than she was used to. She tried to turn, but the pain in her neck forced her head down again.

“A-Abhay…,” she called out, holding her neck. He rushed to her and lifted her in his arms.

“Why did you get up, jaan?” He scolded, worried. Thank goodness he made it in time. Piya shook her head as he lay her in bed again. That was when he saw her eyes. A gradient blend of red and violet. It was an interesting combination, one he had never seen before. It was quite special, just like her.

“Abhay…,” she whispered, reaching her hand out to touch his cheek. He took it and held it between his palms. “Everything hurts…”

“I know…I–“

He paused, and turned away. Piya blinked slowly and waited for him to continue, and started to sit herself up again when he didn’t. She was confused about what was going on. What had happened to her?

“Is it over?”

He looked at her again, and leaned down to kiss her forehead, nodding.

“It’s over. Ayushmaan is dead, as are most of the Vitael. The remaining were captured and imprisoned for eternity. And it was thanks to you. You freed Nature.”

Piya looked at him with disbelief. That branch she touched, and that brief meeting she had with the cosmic being, it came back rushing into her memory. Something about a new fate. She touched her ears, and pushed herself up, holding onto Abhay’s arm when her head started to spin.

“What happened to me? I was waiting for you, to watch the stars together. I felt sleepy, and now I’m here. Did I fall asleep there?”

Beating around the bush wouldn’t help anything. He took a deep breath and helped her stand up. The lack of reflection should’ve been a dead giveaway, but her mind was too jumbled at first to put two and two together. He took his own ring off, and vanished from sight. Piya turned around, mouth open.

“I’m–”

She placed her palm over her chest, but couldn’t place a beat. Abhay went to the nightstand and took out a ring for her protection, and slipped it on her finger. He had it made while she was in the middle of the transition. Her image then revealed itself in the mirror, and she almost didn’t recognize herself. With a palm on that very mirror, she touched the skin under her eyes and stared at the creature in the reflection. Was she dreaming?

A new fate.

“You turned me, didn’t you?” She asked, calmly.

Abhay shut his eyes and turned his face away, tossing his coat aside. He was unable to look at her in the eye. Piya dropped her arms to the sides, waiting for him to say something. But of course, this change wasn’t easy on him either. Now she could even sense his pain better. That was the last thing she wanted, for him to be tormented because of this.

Abhay…you idiot…

She shook her head and wrapped her arms around him, pressing her cheeks into his soft sweater. Her eyes closed too, and nose trailed to take in his scent. His silence only confirmed it.

I’m not human anymore.

“So it has been done…”

“.....yes.”

“I’m glad it was you who did it, no one else…,” she continued. “And don’t you dare say sorry…”

Her legs began to give out from underneath her. Abhay caught her and took her to the bed. But she didn’t want to rest. She crawled into his lap, and held on tight. She wanted him to talk, to let out his frustrations. She wanted to listen. Abhay just held her, hiding in the crook of her neck, under her locks. All he prepared for was an apology.

“I know you didn’t want to…”

Abhay wanted to let her do all the talking instead, and chose to listen. As a result, they both stayed quiet for a moment. Piya couldn’t describe the comfort she felt in that same moment, of finally being able to be with him for as long as time lived. No conflicts or threats to disturb them. Eternity was in their grasp. Being in his arms felt like heaven on earth.

“Why won’t you say anything?,” she murmured, sounding mildly upset. Abhay shook his head.

“How are you feeling?” He asked. Piya frowned.

“I feel better. Even the pain is going away.” She curled her fingers behind his ears. “Promise.”

Well, it wasn’t the complete truth. She did feel a burning dryness in her throat. But she didn’t want to focus on that now, worried about the reaction and outcome, wanting to drink something but not water. She tried to hide the discomfort on her face by leaning against his collarbone, but Abhay felt her head bob as she swallowed. The mere thought of knowing what she needed made her feel uneasy. Abhay rubbed her back gently to calm her down. Without her awareness, she was twisting the fabric of his top, and shivering.

“You don’t need to resist right now, jaan. Let it out, I will be here to take care of you.”

Piya anxiously nodded. The urges became much stronger as she held it in. She could feel a feral power lurking inside her, desperate for freedom and control. Perhaps that was the beast that lived inside every vampire, the monster in her head. Abhay reluctantly pulled out the ice chest from underneath the bed and retrieved one blood bag for her. When the lid fell shut, the twisting turned into violent shaking.

“Just breathe. Don’t let the beast get more desperate by holding back.” He coached. “This is all for you. Let it out.”

Piya nodded again, but only peeked at the bag from a side glance. That blood smelled sweet to her now, not salty and metallic. Her face and jaw strained, and the razor sharp fangs of a young vampire broke through the gums, aching with thirst. Abhay held it closer to her, with an arm tight around her waist.

It hurt him to see her in this form, now no different from him. But nothing else could be done. This was her fate. This was her life from now on.

She took the bag from him with shaky fingers and bit into one side. The blood wasn’t warm, from being in an ice chest for hours or even days, but it was tasty and it smelled heavenly. Though sloppy while drinking, she emptied the bag quickly and dropped it on her lap. Abhay gently wiped her lips with his thumb and licked them clean.

“Better?” He asked, tossing the empty bag into the trash can. Piya nodded, holding onto him again, and licking the trails of the liquid off her hands. The burn had subsided for now, and her body felt calm again. She had to admit, this was all frightening to her. The sensory overload, the bloodlust, and the unknown aspects of this life still in front of her. Many abilities yet to manifest in the future. Much to learn.

“It’s scary, isn’t it?” He said, touching his cheek to her hair. She hesitantly nodded and held him tighter. It was scary, but at least she had him beside her. “I’m not leaving your side, not even for a second, for the next few days.”

“Thank you…” she murmured. There were thousands of new sensations that she had to pick out and decipher. She didn’t want to move from his embrace. It was her safe space, a space that didn’t change much. Abhay kissed her forehead and weaved his fingers through her hair. “I missed listening to your voice.”

“And I missed hearing yours….”

He looked outside the window. Small balls of light gathered above and below the railing. Small fireflies lighting up the night sky, accompanied by the bright and beautiful moon and stars. He lifted her into his arms again and took her outside to the swing. She cuddled with him in his lap, awed by the little creatures like shooting stars fallen on the earth. One sat on her finger, and she lifted it to his face. They met eyes, kept them there, and fell in love all over again. Neither of them noticed when the firefly flew off again.

“Is it really all over now?” She asked, still unable to believe that no one was coming after them to kill or separate them. “Is it safe?”

“All over. This time forever.”

The swing rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet. Piya shivered again, from the mirad of sounds, and stared off into the distance while gripping his top. The fireflies floated in the airs between the leaves of trees, dancing.

“It’s so clear….,” she said. The world looked different, in a good way. She looked at Abhay again, and touched his face. Every detail she could see clearly. “So pretty…”

He took her hand and kissed her palm, brushing her hair aside to check her wounds. It was healing nicely, only the scars remained. The tips of his fingers brushed over them. They didn’t feel cold anymore.

“Does it hurt still?” He asked. She shook her head. He touched her belly next. “How about here?”

“No. I’m feeling better now.”

He nodded, and paused again. Piya could see tears brimming in his eyes. He averted her gaze.

“I wish it didn’t have to be this way.”

“Abhay….”

“I didn’t want to….I don’t want you to suffer in this world like I have.”

He was talking to himself in between, and the tears spilled. Piya wrapped her arms around his shoulders and held him tight.

“You’re here, na? How could I suffer?”

He knew she would say something like that, and it did little to comfort him. Piya sighed. Somewhere in her own desire and stubbornness to turn, she overlooked how he would be feeling about the matter. She had seen him go through it all herself, and didn’t think to discuss it more in the past. That was a mistake she thought she made. She touched their foreheads together.

“What are you afraid of, Abhay?”

He looked at her, and she nodded. Although she had seen it for herself in his past, Piya knew she still had to understand all the emotion he was going through at the time. No one understood that better than Abhay himself.

“When I turned, I knew I was leaving my family behind. Siddharth and Mandu were still human then, right? Many times, I wanted to go to them, be with them, tell them that I was still walking this earth and that they didn’t have to cry for me anymore.”

Piya held his hands and locked their fingers together, with her ears open.

“But I couldn’t. Our worlds were separate. I had to leave them behind, and if things didn’t progress in the way that they did, I’d be living here alone today. I didn’t want that for you. Your uncle, aunt, and friends, someday you will have to leave them behind. Not only will you outlive them, you will have to step out of their lives at the right time to avoid suspicion. Constantly moving from city to city, since you won’t age anymore.” He paused. “And even now, I can’t guarantee how many times you will get to see them, until you learn self control. Anything and everything that moves will make you thirsty.”

Piya shook her head.

“That’s what I am afraid of. Forcing you to be a part of this lonely existence. Humanity is a very preciousthing, and now you can never have it back again.”

She pressed her head against his chest and drew circles on the fabric, then looked up and nodded.

“I know my life has changed. I know that I will outlive those people that I love and cherish. I know I won’t be able to eat my favorite foods, or bask in the sun all the time, or do other human things again. And I’m okay with that. I made that promise to you when we wed, whether it was my fate already or not.”

She paused again.

“I just….wanted more time with you. I don’t want to grow old in some 50 years and take you with me when I die…when we can instead have centuries just like this. You’ve spent so many years unhappy and alone. I want to see your smile for so much longer than that. Neither of us will be alone, since we have each other.”

“I feel like I cheated you. I took away your humanity without even asking. I was selfish.”

“You saved me, Abhay. Not cheated. If I’m alive, it's because of you.” She placed her knees on either side of him and cupped his cheeks. “As for my humanity, I am not upset about losing it. I’ve accepted this long back.”

“Easier said than done, jaan. This life is not an easy one.”

“I know. But I will try my hardest to make the most of it. Remember when I first said I wanted to be with you no matter what, that we would deal with any problem that gets thrown our way when it comes down to it? Why not spend this moment without worrying about what the future holds? We’re together, and danger is averted. Can’t we spend some time like normal couples do? I’m tired of fighting and being terrified of the world, Abhay. I want at least a century of vacation as payment.”

She wiped his tears and kissed his cheek.

“You love me, don’t you?”

He nodded.

“More than anything.”

“Then don’t think you’ve wronged me. I’m happy with this decision. And whatever happens in the future, I want us to support each other, just be at each other’s side. Whatever comes, we’ll face it together, like we always have.”

She took off his wedding ring and got down on one knee, like she was proposing to him.

“Abhay Raichand, would you like to spend eternity with me?”

He didn’t know what to say. It was an unexpected gesture. Piya began to frown, thinking about why he was taking so long to answer.

Stupid Raichand, stop making me second guess my decision of marrying you.

The tension was broken with his sudden chuckle, followed by her shy smile. He extended his hand.

“I would love to.”

Wonderful part dear

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lovely chapter

poor abhay feel guilty for turning pia💔

he wanted pia to yell get angry on him💔

abhay was desperately waiting for pia to wake up

finally pia woke up & she was really confused abt the change

so glad abhay came on time🤗

at last pia got to know now she is vampire

glad she didn't freak out she took well😊

but it was hard for abhay he couldn't meet eyes with pia😭

pia was so understanding she made abhay understand now they will together always & she already accept her fate😊

hope now there won't be any danger for abhiya they deserve peace

continue soon

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Wonderful part dear

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lovely chapter

poor abhay feel guilty for turning pia💔

he wanted pia to yell get angry on him💔

abhay was desperately waiting for pia to wake up

finally pia woke up & she was really confused abt the change

so glad abhay came on time🤗

at last pia got to know now she is vampire

glad she didn't freak out she took well😊

but it was hard for abhay he couldn't meet eyes with pia😭

pia was so understanding she made abhay understand now they will together always & she already accept her fate😊

hope now there won't be any danger for abhiya they deserve peace

continue soon

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Chapter 107

Time to Find Happiness Again

Piya hung her pendant on one of the corners of her lamp, letting it dangle in sight on her side of the bed. Her neck already felt emptier without it, but of course she couldn’t wear it anymore without it hurting her.

After staring at it for a minute or so, she walked back outside to the balcony, and climbed into Abhay’s lap again.

The nights were longer, since she didn’t have the need to sleep anymore. It was strange, unable to feel fatigue after all that had happened. Simply drinking some blood boosted her energy tenfold. With eight more hours at her disposal, she curled up closer to Abhay, who had been quietly playing with her hair after they had their talk. He mentioned it was much softer now. Wrapped around and through his hands, his fingers tickled her scalp.

“Abhay…”

“Hmm?”

He kissed her head and lifted her face with a finger under her chin. He wanted nothing more than to just stare at her and listen to her voice. They had all the time in the world now.

“My second year is starting soon. Will I be able to attend class at all?”

Abhay looked up, slightly frowning. It slipped his mind until she brought it up. This certainly wasn’t a small issue. But he had a couple of ideas in mind, one being that she take a year off, one that involved online lessons, and another that involved the help from some wiccan. Abhay was easily able to get away with not going to class because of what he was studying and his status. But even if Piya was a part of the Raichand family, it still would be tough for a musician to do the same. And he knew very well how much she enjoyed physically attending lectures.

“And my teaching job? I won’t be able to go there either, right?”

There was a lingering sadness in her voice. She didn’t want to completely isolate herself from her friends and colleagues. Not only would that raise suspicions, she would also worry about hurting them if they came to check on her. A double edged sword. She shut her eyes, feeling hurt and confused. It didn’t help that her beast was starting to taunt her.

You worry about such trivial matters. You’re immortal now, sweetheart. You don’t need all these petty human things or relations.

Her brows furrowed. She wanted to punch her other self so badly.

“There’s an annoying voice in my head…,” she muttered, forcibly opening a fist. Abhay chuckled, knowing what it could be from.

“Tell me about it.”

He took her hand and held it gently, looking her in the eyes.

“I will find a way. But it is also important for you to learn how to gradually control your bloodlust without any crutches. There is a solution that I don’t want you getting dependent on, should it work in the first place.”

“What is it?” She asked, eyes brimming with excitement and impatience.

“Patience, jaan. I don’t have all the details myself. I will tell you once I know.”

He lifted her face again and left a small kiss on her lips. She relaxed, and nuzzled his neck for a while.

“Are you feeling alright? Thirsty at all?”

She shook her head, though the burn was coming back. She swallowed once, then hid her face again. This was a small opportunity to practice control; she didn’t want to let it slip.

She changed the subject.

“What are the others doing?”

“Probably chatting, and watching over Vihaan.”

“They aren’t coming up to see me?”

“I said not to. Strict orders. You were unconscious and vulnerable. I couldn’t take any risks.”

“But why now? I’m feeling okay now.”

“That you are. I should probably let them up. Mom was particularly worried about you.”

He didn’t move, but she could hear rapid footsteps up the staircase moments later. It didn’t take long for them to knock on their door. Haseena walked in first, and embraced Piya. This was the second time she was seeing this, after all. And Piya was the only one of the rest that had a closer to peaceful transition.

“How are you feeling, dear?” She asked, smoothing Piya’s hair.

“I’m okay, mom. Abhay has been taking good care of me.”

“As I expected of him.”

Piya could smell a slight pungent smell from them, but she couldn’t tell what or who it was from. Siddharth had Vihaan in his arms. Perhaps it was him. Somewhere she recalled Abhay saying something about Vitael having strange scents. She was thankful for that fact. It meant she wasn’t drawn to it. Not appetizing, and also very faint.

She gripped Abhay’s hand just in case.

Do you want me to send them away?

No….it’s…it’s okay.

After taking a moment to calm down, Piya softly smiled.

“It must feel strange.” Siddharth remarked, dodging an attempt by Vihaan to grab his nose. “But I guess….welcome. Welcome to this strange world of ours, Piya.”

He ruffled her hair, teasing her like an elder brother would. She giggled, amply distracted from the returning burn in her throat.

“Does it hurt anywhere?” Mandu asked, checking her arms and face. Piya shook her head. “Good. We were all so worried when we found you.”

Piya swallowed again, her thoughts clouding as the conversation continued. She was slipping. She glanced towards the ice chest under their bed, hands clammy and closed into tight fists. The thirst was coming back strong. One slip-up and it attacked with full force. Everyone noticed the eye color change, alerting Abhay.

“Jaan? What happened?”

Her fingers brushed down her neck and trembled. Abhay nodded and sent everyone out. Piya was trying to hold it in for as long as she could, but it was futile. She dove to the floor and pulled the ice chest out. Inside were three more blood bags.

She waited for Abhay to stop her, but he just kneeled and rubbed her head.

“You’re more starved than I thought. It’s okay. Drink it all if it helps.“

She reached in and bit into each bag, draining them all in minutes. She was messier than last time. Abhay cupped her face after she licked her lips and wiped her chin and corners with his handkerchief.

“I…I want more.” She pleaded, tears brimming. There was no more, unless they went out to hunt. Abhay pulled her into his arms and rocked her.

“I don’t have more for you right now. You need to regain control.” He rubbed her back. “I know you can do it.”

He kissed her cheeks and cradled her in his arms. Just being with him did help her calm down somewhat. Her tongue curled around her fangs to get any last drop she could salvage. Heavily panting against his chest, she took handfuls of his sweater and tried to use his scent to distract herself.

“Relax…”

Piya nodded and pulled away, palms flat on the floor, head looking down. Her hair shrouded her face like a curtain as she stared at the floor. Red droplets fell onto the back of her hands. Abhay shook his head, and pulled her close again.

“I know it’s scary…”

He could hold her tighter now, no reason to worry about crushing her. Piya wiped her face in his sweater, trying to stop crying.

“It’s okay…come with me.”

He took her to their wardrobe, opened a drawer, and began to rummage through it. Piya stood on her toes and tried to look over his shoulder.

“What are you looking for?”

He only responded when he found it. He turned around and showed her. A red silk cloth fell undone in his palm. In it, a silver bead, Piya recognized it.

“This. It helped me a lot when I didn’t have control on my side. Use it as a last resort.”

“I know. I saw you use it a few times.”

He placed the cloth bundle in her palm. The bead shone in the small amount of light in their room. It looked pretty, but was just as deadly as poison to her now.

“I hope you won’t have to use it as much as I did, but it is good to have it nonetheless.”

Piya nodded and closed her fist around it. The ice chest was empty, and she was feeling thirsty again. She could feel her fangs trying to break through, with thoughts of an endless red river. Something about that mental image terrified her. She took the bead itself and clenched it hard to try and suppress those thoughts. She had to admit, she wasn’t thinking clearly when she did that.

“Piya!” Abhay yelled, alarmed. He pried her hand open and removed the bead. Burnt flesh in the center, taking a little more time to heal. She looked up, eyes violet and tears brimming again. “Are you okay?”

“I..I just drank some but now I want more…why do I want more?”

Abhay sighed. With how much recovery her body needed, she would need just as much blood. It was making her extremely thirsty. Piya sucked in a breath. Her knees were feeling wobbly.

“It’s a never ending craving, jaan.” He took the cloth covered bead and set it on her nightstand. Piya watched him quietly, and held onto the hem of his sweater. He turned to face her and cupped her cheeks. “Come. I think some fresh air will do you good. We can go on a walk. How does that sound?”

She nodded slowly. Abhay happily lifted her into his arms and hopped down to the ground from the balcony. He set her on her feet, and kneeled.

“Climb on.”

“On your back?”

“Why not? I quite enjoy carrying you.”

Piya blushed and climbed onto his back, and he hooked his arms under her knees. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders tight. She also liked being carried sometimes. They went on their way. She would point and he would follow in whatever direction she wanted to go. Somehow they’d always end up at their hill again.

Her smile returned upon seeing the blossomed field.

“They really grew back?” She murmured, looking at the young flowers. She stepped down, kneeled, and caressed one. It was soft. Abhay picked one and affixed it in her hair.

“They did.”

She looked up at the sky and smiled, looking back at him next. The stars were still bright. They could still go stargazing. She grabbed Abhay’s hand and led him up the hill, lying side by side and hand in hand. But he rolled over her, neglecting the stars for a moment.

“Abhay, the stars are up there…where are you looking?”

“I’m looking at my star.” He murmured, kissing the tip of her nose. Piya wasn’t sure if she was blushing, but the feeling was the same. She assumed she was.

He peppered kisses down her cheek and neck. Piya gently moaned and gave him a look.

“I’d like another try at our honeymoon. We didn’t get the full experience, did we?”

“Of course we didn’t. Too many interruptions. Maybe we can squeeze something in.”

He nodded, and continued to cover her in kisses. He pulled her shoulder top down and started there. Hidden amongst the flowers, their lips never gave a moment to stay apart. She was well distracted again, drowning in a sea of his love.

“Shall we? The night is young.”

He carried her farther away next, bursting into a run so fast that Piya still couldn’t keep up with the scenery. When he stopped, she looked around. More forest, but it was still new to her. She saw lights in the distance of the city, and the cars that drove past them on the main road just a little distance away.

The fresh air was soothing. It was nice to be outside again. That hideout was always so suffocating.

“Feeling better?”

“Mmhmm…”

Piya felt at peace. She felt one with the night surrounding her. Abhay carefully set her on her feet and took her hand. She looked around. She could see, even in such darkness. It made the night appear ten times more beautifully. With a new found energy in her system, she took the lead, grabbing Abhay’s hand, and delving into the unknown world between the darkness of the trees.

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“Shall we give this another try?”

Seraphina kneeled before Vihaan, who was simply playing with some toys on the rug in the living room. An assortment of wooden animals, plushies, and vehicles were sprawled across the floor around him. Mandu was sitting right behind him, staring uncomfortably at the potion swirling between her fingers.

“Will it hurt as much as last time?” Mandu asked.

“I reckon it won’t. The runes are already looking lighter than before. That means the curse in his blood is dying. Not much left to react to.” She uncapped the vial. “Can you hold him, please?”

Mandu nodded, and cradled Vihaan in her arms as Seraphina tilted the vial into his mouth. He kicked and screamed for a few seconds as she muttered the spell, then burst into tears. Sometimes the runes bled when they appeared, and it happened this time too. Siddharth came down to the floor and cleaned his face while Mandu rocked him. She healed him once Seraphina concluded her spell.

“He’s improving. That’s a good sign.”

“How many more times will we have to do this?”

“That I can’t say. This is the first time we’re reversing the curse. Ever. No book I’ve ever read has quantified how the process would progress.”

Vihaan eventually stopped crying, taking interest in the toy train that Seraphina was now making fly in the air. It even mimicked the sounds and movement of the real thing. A burst of smoke even came out of its chimney. He began to giggle and reach for it.

“Has Piya woken up yet?” Seraphina asked, looking up the stairs.

“She has. Abhay has taken her outside at the moment, for some fresh air.”

The door opened right as she said that. Abhay walked inside, Piya right beside him. She was holding his hand, and walking slightly behind him as if to hide. Seraphina smiled and stood up.

“Look at you. I was beginning to worry.”

She walked up to them and handed Abhay another vial from inside her sleeve. He took it and stared blankly at the liquid.

“This is the potion I mentioned. Give it a try, and let me know if it works.”

“Thanks.” He said, rolling the vial in his hand. “You really upped the vervain dose, haven’t you?”

No wonder Seraphina smelled terrible to Piya. Her nose wrinkled and pressed itself into Abhay’s arm.

“It’s just a precaution.” She waved to the family and opened a portal behind Abhay and Piya. “It’s getting very late. Good night.”

Before Piya could say anything, she vanished, within a blink of an eye.

“What is that potion, Abhay?” Haseena asked.

“It’s for Piya. It’s to suppress her cravings completely around humans. If this works, she can attend lectures normally.”

Piya beamed, and hoped that it was foolproof. Abhay placed it in a drawer in the credenza nearest the kitchen.

“We can try this when you’re feeling thirsty again. Hopefully, it will work.”

Vihaan cooed, drawing everyone’s attention. But he was mainly staring at Abhay, the only person who had yet to hold or even interact with him. Abhay was hesitant, after all that had happened. Hesitant, and wary.

“Now that we can live our quiet lives again, why don’t you say hello to your nephew, little brother?” Siddharth said, patting Abhay’s back. Piya even let go of him so he could go forward. He did go forward, slow steps forward.

“I–”

Before he could finish his sentence, Mandu handed Vihaan off to him. Abhay had held his hands out but was still apprehensive about the whole ordeal. But Vihaan was harmless. That’s all he had to reconcile in his mind. There was no more danger surrounding them, and Seraphina had high hopes that he would be free from the Vitael curse.

Piya remembered him meeting Vaibhav in the past, sneaking into Siddharth’s bedroom just to meet his newborn nephew. She watched as a small smile crept up on his face as he tried to rock the boy.

“Looks like he has a favorite.” Mandu said. Abhay scoffed and shook his head.

“The runes are fading.” He remarked.

“Soon he’ll just be a normal little warlock. If all continues to go well, that is…”

Abhay hoped it did, but didn’t say it out loud. He had found his happiness, and Siddharth and Mandu deserved to find the same.

We can all be happy now. We can all live our lives again now.

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Piya held the bow of her violin between her fingers, gently rolling it while staring at the open case. Abhay had taken care of it without her knowing. Not a speck of dust on either object. Pristine and as beautiful as the last day she saw it. She was thankful for that, and for him.

She worried about playing, unsure of how much strength she would need to put into it now. Too much pressure and the wood would crack and snap. She placed the bow back in the case and closed it shut.

“What’s wrong?” Abhay asked, holding her from behind. His chin rested on her shoulder, and he kissed her cheek.

“What if I break it?”

“You won’t. Holding it will come naturally to you, with the appropriate amount of strength.” He extended his hand. “Hold my hand.”

She took it, and locked their fingers together.

“Feels the same as always. No change in your grip. Give it a try.”

She swallowed nervously and opened the case again. Abhay gave her space, and waited with his hands in his pockets. The violin felt lighter and more fragile to her just when grabbing it alone. It was definitely the added vampiric strength that made her feel this way.

“Don’t think about it. Let the muscle memory do the work.”

“O-okay.”

She played one note, wincing from the harsh sound. It was horribly out of tune. But the strike of the bow against the string felt the same, the same as she remembered. She dropped both hands to the side, tearing up at being able to play again. Abhay wiped them from her cheeks and kissed her forehead.

“Jovan will be happy to know you’ll be performing again. As will I.”

Piya softly smiled and nodded.

“That’s right. I have a promise to fulfill.”

Cute little moments ❤️

Chapter 108

Finale

1 month later

Piya adjusted her gown in the mirror, twirling a few times to see the skirt flow up and down like an oscillating wind. Abhay appeared behind her, all dressed up in a matching three piece suit, and he looked stunning. She picked out the suit from his older wardrobe, something he buried once the era it was useful in had passed. But it was perfect for the theme.

“You look beautiful.”

“Thank you. You too.”

“I know.”

He flashed her a cocky smirk and a wink in the mirror and took a step back, taking her hand and twirling her around the room.

“Isn’t it too early to dance?”

“Who said that?”

Piya shook her head with a smile, and reciprocated his moves. He was undeniably the greatest dancer she had ever seen. She had some trouble keeping up.

“Seriously, is there something you aren’t good at?”

“There should be. But I haven’t found out what it is yet.”

“We’re getting late. Shall we?” He asked. Piya nodded, and kissed the back of his palm. Only she knew how excited she was to dance with him tonight, in front of countless others.

Mandu and Siddharth were waiting downstairs with Vihaan. The entire Raichand family were matching with each other. Siddharth looked at his suit, and then Abhay’s.

“We have the same suit? Since when?”

“Since the 50s. Mom got us these, remember?”

“I seriously don’t.”

Piya and Mandu coordinated their outfits in secret. Piya winked and flashed a thumbs up behind her back for her to see.

“Let’s go. We’re getting late.” Mandu urged, pushing the doors of the basement open. She took the keys from Vihaan’s hands, much to his dismay, and opened the doors. The sight of the castle immediately calmed him down, and he pointed with a coo.

“Yes, that's where we’re going.”

The mighty castle that was once the pride jewel of The Circle had been since rebuilt. It looked bigger than what the Raichands recalled of the old one. They stood on the grassy plains before it, just admiring it. Piya was especially amazed.

“Wow…it’s so big.”

Siddharth was about to crack a joke when Abhay elbowed him in the stomach.

“Always being the killjoy, huh little brother?”

“It’s my job. Let’s go.”

Several guards opened the doors to the interior and then the grand ballroom. Past those doors emerged a burst of light and merry that Piya had never seen before. It was the stuff of movies. Her jaw dropped, and she took the lead amongst the family. It looked as big as the entire castle, though it wasn’t really the case. It was a clever illusion. All around, there was music and ball dancing, chatting and drinking. And for the first of many times, she wasn’t being stared at for being the only human in the room.

She truly belonged here now.

Every year, The Circle held a gala for supernatural beings all over the world, each iteration with a theme of its own. This year, it was the ball.

A wine glass full of blood and a hint of wine found itself into her hands. Abhay had brought it while she was distracted by the ambiance.

“Thanks.” She said, taking a long sip. Abhay extended his own for a toast. The glasses clinked, and the music in the background changed. Piya turned her attention towards that, watching the two musicians on stage.

“That could be us. If you so desire…” he whispered into her ear. The hairs on the back of her neck stood up, “But first, may I have this dance?”

She peered at the couples dancing in the center. She really wanted to join, but worried about embarrassing herself. Becoming a vampire didn’t mean she would automatically be good at dancing.

“You may. But—“

“Just follow my lead. Just focus on me.”

He took her hand, and they set off towards the center of the dance floor. Her dress lifted slightly and flowed behind her light steps, her arm tightly hooked around Abhay’s. They drew attention even if they didn’t intend to, but Abhay soon hid them in the group of couples. They began. Piya leaned her head against his shoulder, their hands clasped, as they gently swayed to the music. They were right under the stage of musicians.

“You know, if you wish to perform for us, just ask.”

Iolanda snuck up on them, hands behind her back, and eyes gazing between them and the musicians.

“What do you think, Abhay? Wish to accompany her?”

“But…” Piya bit her lip then changed what she was going to say. “Is it really okay?”

“Of course. It’s no secret what great musician you are.”

Word flew fast in this world, and it surprised her. Iolanda took that as a yes, and climbed to the stage, taking the microphone with a sneaky smile.

“My sincerest apologies to our dear guests, but we have a very talented violinist in our midst who would like to play for you all tonight.”

There were whispers, and some whistles and claps. She knew where the latter came from. Abhay leaned closer to her, and whispered with a smile.

“Want to? Jovan keeps bugging me in my head to accept.”

Piya recalled. Despite wanting to hear her perform, he had disappeared for a while after the war had ended. She did see him in the crowd however, talking with some other folks.

“Let’s do it. Just like we have been practicing.”

There were some excerpts she had picked out, from Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony, which was what he requested. She and Abhay practiced through the night sometimes, as a way to spend some time together. The whole night music would fill the halls. They had perfected the routine to their own definitions. And now they could perform.

A burst of applause began their performance, and Piya quickly got acquainted with the violin. No music stand was needed anymore thanks to her sharper memory, but it still felt a little strange. While it wasn’t suited for a ballroom dance, the couples on the floor began to sway again, this time with more fervour. It was a fantastical sight.

In the far distance, she saw Jovan, who gave the duo a thumbs up, and thus the performance was completed.

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It was the first day of the new school year, and Piya was more nervous than excited. She stepped out of the car and clutched her bag tightly in two fists. There were a lot of people around. Humans.

“What’s wrong?” Abhay asked from behind, slinging his arm on her shoulders. Piya shook her head, reaching for the potion vial in her bag. She held it out and rolled it atop her open palm, watching the liquid slosh around.

“I don’t know. So far this potion has worked well for me, but I can’t help but worry.”

She quickly took a sip, making a face at the taste, and shoved it back inside. Abhay smiled and ruffled her hair. His fingers fell to her cheek, holding it gently like a flower.

“You’ll be fine. Every trip to the nightclub didn’t end in chaos, so just trust yourself.”

She rolled her eyes at how nonchalant he sounded, but he was right. She looked up at him with expectation.

“You won’t come with me?”

“Jaan, I graduated already. But…”

He knew he would miss her for the entire day. There wasn’t much to do at home besides read through the whole study in one evening. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a bad idea to stay. But he couldn’t just walk into every lecture with her. People would draw their attention towards them.

“Alright. I’ll come with you. But not like this.”

“Not like what—?”

Before she could finish, he hurried back to the car and drove off with a wave. Her jaw dropped for a moment, feeling like she was ditched in the middle of nowhere. But it was just the college. It shouldn't have to feel so foreign.

Don’t worry, I’ll be back in a few minutes, he thought to her. Go on inside. I’ll find you.

Piya sighed, and slowly made her way past the gates. The hallways were filled with students, some lost, and some helping the lost. She smiled seeing the stage being set up for orientation, remembering how she first locked eyes with Abhay with his full face in view. He and Siddharth wouldn’t be present there today; both wanted a break from work for the week.

The potion was doing its work. She didn’t feel uneasy at all. Soon, a bigger smile appeared on her face, as she crossed the grassy quad towards the benches.

“Hey Piya! Wait up!”

She set her bag on the bench, and turned towards the familiar voice to greet Kabir. He looked like his usual cheery self. It had really been so long. Now it was just the two of them left. It was quieter without Misha and Ruhi around.

“It’s been a while, hasn’t it?”

“It really has. How are you?”

“I’m great, as usual. And you? Nervous?”

“A little. It feels like my first day again.” She peered at the stage again, recalling how lost she felt that entire day. Thanks to Misha she was able to actually enjoy it later on.

She remembered to raise her body temperature when they hugged, lest risking suspicion from Kabir. Abhay had taught her many things in the past month, with a deeper focus on how to cloak herself around humans.

“You seem different somehow. Maybe it’s just how long it’s been.”

Piya almost panicked when he said that, and tried to laugh it off. But her fingers shook behind her back, and didn’t stop until the alarm on his phone rang.

“Stupid alarm. Looks like it’s time for my first lecture. I’ll see you at the canteen later?”

“Of course! Where else would we meet?” She chimed. “Enjoy your first lecture!”

“Thanks! I’ll catch you later.” He called, running off across the quad.

Piya sat on the bench, and rested her head on her arms, watching the new students gather in front of the stage. She was glad that she came to this city. Even if some things didn’t go her way, she was still happy. Her ring glinted under the sunlight, something she was glad she didn’t have to give up completely. It did start to irritate her after a few minutes however, and she took cover in the nearest hallway, staring at the clock on her phone. It was almost time for her own lecture. Piya hurried to the classroom, knowing the buildings like the back of her hand, and took a seat as far away from people as she could. Avoiding humans would be difficult in such a setting, but she wanted to make every effort to be cautious. Like how Abhay said, she didn’t want to rely on the potion forever either. That’s why she practiced on and off.

At least I’m making progress.

But she couldn’t ignore how nice they all smelled.

The lecture had begun. Diligently taking notes, she at first didn’t notice the small shadow snake through the gap under the door and up onto her bench. Once she sensed Abhay’s presence, she looked around. It dove into her bag, and after a few seconds, she could hear a tiny squeak from inside it. Thankfully no one else heard it. Carefully and without drawing the attention of the professor or anyone close to her, she lifted her bag and checked inside. A tiny bat with bright cobalt eyes. She stuck her tongue out at him.

I told you I would come back.

Yeah I know. But it still wasn’t what I was expecting.

Abhay hitched a ride in her bag in bat form, where he would stay put for the entire day. Piya was baffled by his ideas sometimes. She expected Siddharth to come up with ideas like that, not him. But they were brothers; it didn’t have to be so surprising. She had to admit, he looked cute while doing it, sandwiched between her books and pencil case. She felt better about continuing the day with him nearby, though she wondered how he would help if she needed it.

Abhay was getting bored. He’d grab her finger every time she reached in to grab something. Or he’d start nibbling on her finger. It was more distracting than she thought. She frowned, and tapped his head in between lectures. He looked up with baby bat eyes, thinking it would draw sympathy.

Are you lonely in there?

You can say that. There’s also not much room in here. I can’t stretch my wings.

How are you going to help me anyways?

That’s for future me to decide. Besides, I don’t think you need it. You’re doing great.

He tried to become less of a distraction as the day continued. Piya found her focus, even if occasionally she’d see the bag move. It was starting to make her laugh, and she had to hold it all the way to the canteen. Kabir was waiting for her, with the cup of black coffee she requested. It was the only human thing she could digest now.

“Just like old times, na?” He joked, taking a bite of a sandwich.

“It’s only been a year, Kabir.” Piya said, taking a sip. “You’re talking as if decades have passed.”

“They might as well have. This past year was crazy. I lost track of time to be honest.”

Piya didn’t want to recall that past, and changed the topic in the middle of the silence.

“How’s Misha doing? I haven’t met up with her yet.”

“She’s alright. She even has her own place now. Smells like paint all the time. I’m just surprised she’s not dead yet from inhaling paint fumes 24/7.”

Piya laughed, glad that she was doing well. Not every conflict could end on a good note. Life wasn’t always fair. But at least she was happy in her own world. Piya turned the cup of coffee in her hands.

“Have you talked to any of…them…recently?”

She knew who he was referring to, and shook her head.

“I think it’s best that we don’t bother each other. I have my own life now, and they have theirs.”

“Yeah…” Kabir said, tearing pieces from a napkin. He himself tried to patch up things between the Dobriyals and Misha, but it didn’t go well. Misha didn’t speak to him for an entire month.

The world wasn’t perfect, after all.

“I should go see Misha. And Ruhi. It’s been a while since we all last hung out. I miss it.”

Their sleepovers and late night movie nights, and the eating competitions they had at street stalls, she missed it. Granted she wouldn’t be able to take part in the competitions anymore, at least she could watch. Kabir nodded, with a smile on his face.

“We could all go together, maybe on a hike or something. That would be fun.”

“Sure it would. Let’s give them each a surprise visit in the evening.”

Before they set off at the end of the day, Piya made the excuse of needing to use the bathroom to Kabir, and instead ran behind a secluded building. Abhay poked his head out and flew onto her head.

Abhay, you should go home. I’ll be late.

You sure?

His tiny head rubbed against her hair, and he made a sound.

I’m sure. I’ll be okay.

Alright. But if you need anything, just let me know. Have fun.

He licked her forehead and darted into the skies, disappearing promptly in the canopy of trees. Piya smiled and turned back, meeting up with Kabir at his car. They took off towards Ruhi’s place first, then Misha’s. Both were ecstatic about the idea, and Misha was more than excited to spend time with her big sis.

“We’re going to make so many new memories!” Misha exclaimed, climbing into the back seat of the car.

There was a small night market downtown, and they were the rowdiest bunch there. Just like old times.

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5 years later, Musikverein, Vienna, Austria.

The halls backstage weren’t as bright as the stage lights just a few steps away. The contrast was surreal. Piya still couldn’t believe she was standing here. Even though Abhay surprised her with an opportunity to play on that stage during their honeymoon, she didn’t think she would return in just five years. Were she human, her heart would be beating faster than a horse could gallop. The emotion was overwhelming. The audience was much bigger. She tried her best to keep her grip light on her violin, and peeked around the corner of the archway that would grant her entrance.

Every seat of the Great Hall was filled. Her dreams were close to being realized. She looked up at the seats scoured around the balconies, finding her family sitting in one box, and her friends sitting in the box next to them. Her eyes met Abhay’s, and both smiled. He blew her a subtle kiss, and she hid behind the wall again before anyone could see the embarrassment on her face.

“Abhay, why are you staring at a wall?” Mandu asked. He shook his head.

“What wall? I’m just watching the stage.”

“Sure you are.” She teased.

They shifted their attention to Vihaan, who was staring at the trumpet players. He pointed with a smile.

“Can I have one, mumma?”

“You want to play the trumpet?”

“Yeah!”

The orchestra had taken their seats minutes prior, tuning and prepping their music stands with fresh sheets. It was just about time. The conductor gestured Piya forth, and they began to take to the stage together. A burst of applause filled the silence in the chamber when they came into view, echoing off the walls. She could almost cry, but that would give a lot away. Now was not the time for damage control.

I’m finally here.

The first copies of the concert program made it to her hands just a few days ago, and she couldn’t stop reading her name on the front cover. Piyashree Raichand, violinist. She even got a small frame for it, and hung it on the wall opposite their bed. Her ‘S’ pendant found its new home hanging off the corner of the frame. It was perfect. Years of continued practice and study brought her here today.

Sibelius Violin Concerto in D Minor.

The stage was suddenly under her feet. She, along with the conductor, took a bow for the audience, still in applause. It got louder, then fell completely silent when the orchestra took their seats and the conductor was on the podium, like a crashing wave in the ocean. And so began her debut as a soloist.

The notes from the violin permeated the air and herself, as she fell deeper into the beauty of the music. The feeling of drowning that she had frequent nightmares about, now morph into a sweeter feeling of drowning in beauteous sounds. A veil of comfort, no longer fear.

She played with utmost passion, dancing in her own world, commanding the undivided attention of everyone in the hall like it was child's play. The concerto was long, but her energy never wavered for even a second. Sticking the landing was a must.

Meeting the end, she finished the last note with a beaming smile on her face, and gazed upon the audience. A roar of applause, and a wave of standing ovations. Time passed in a blink of an eye, but it also felt like an eternity. The cheers from her loved ones were the greatest. Misha even whistled.

You did it, Abhay thought to her.

I did it.

His eyes were bright and the smile on his face was the widest she had ever seen. Full of pride for the love of his life. A bouquet of flowers found its way into her arms from someone on stage, and she took several small bows.

“Well done.” The conductor said to her, as they began to exit the stage. “I’ve never heard such a powerful rendition of this concerto before. Truly memorable.”

“Thank you so much.” She replied.

Back in the quiet waiting room backstage, she carefully placed her violin in its case. Members of the orchestra poured in after her, with nothing but praises. She thanked each and every one of them for an equally great performance, and then they all went towards packing their instruments and exiting the hall. She was the last one in there, staring at the violin before she closed the lid of the case. She wished Sugandh was around to see this. Maybe if ghosts were a thing, she would surely be there, a part of the applause, or even standing on stage, off to the side. She finally closed the case, slung it on her back, and made her way towards the main lobby.

Everyone was waiting for her. Vihaan even ran up to her with a rose in his hands, and presented it to her. Piya ruffled his hair and thanked him. Then it was Misha’s turn.

“Piya! That was amazing!”

Misha threw herself into Piya’s arms in a big bear hug. Piya laughed and hugged her back.

“Thanks, Misha. I’m just glad I didn’t mess up.”

“Mess up? And you? Impossible.”

Abhay took her aside after a while as the others continued to gush over the performance and made sightseeing plans for the night. Piya blushed, thinking all eyes were on them, but Abhay directed her attention towards him and only him.

“I’m so proud of you,” he said. “It was a mesmerizing performance.”

“Thank you…,” she whispered. She stood up on her toes, and with the bouquet as cover, kissed Abhay quickly on the lips. He chuckled, and presented her a photo of herself at a different concert, along with a pen.

“I like to think of myself as your biggest fan. May I get an autograph, Mrs. Piyashree Raichand?”

Piya smiled and shook her head, taking the photo and the pen from his hands. She pressed the photo against his shoulder and gave him a teasing look as the pen hovered over it.

I hope my music forever reaches your heart, to my Abhay, she wrote. She tucked both items into the pocket of his coat, patting it once.

“A special note, only for my most favorite fan.” She whispered, locking eyes with him. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Now wasn’t the time for another kiss; the others were calling them back to celebrate. Abhay took her hand, and placed it in his coat pocket entwined with hers. This was only the start, a blissful start to a soulful eternity. He could finally look forward to countless tomorrows, now that he had her.

If he could go back in time, and experience meeting his little firefly for the first time all over again, he would. A thousand times over.

THE END

Finally the story has come to an end. It’s my first time writing such a long FF, but I’ve learned a lot. 😊 I hope to apply that to other stories I write in the future and entertain you all further.

thank you all for being my readers 🤗❤️ I really appreciate you all

Originally posted by: simply.meghana

Finally the story has come to an end. It’s my first time writing such a long FF, but I’ve learned a lot. 😊 I hope to apply that to other stories I write in the future and entertain you all further.

thank you all for being my readers 🤗❤️ I really appreciate you all

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