Hi this is a fanfiction i wrote i write super dark characters so ๐ uv been warned this is what i was a bit busy with
I hope you like it
I dont really have a name for it...I just took my two favorite shows and mixed it๐
So basically i don't have much of a summary its just a dark version of kaira
Chapter One
Who would have thought 24 hours after leaving my inheritance and so-called family behind, I would meet you?
That Thursday morning would have been uneventful if You had not decided to gain my attention. Demand it there in broad daylight at 10: 12 am in front of 20 odd people. Ask my lady and thou shalt receive.
You had watched me fall into the lake trying to save my idiotic friend who nearly drowned with a life jacket on, yes even I wonder about my friends as well, honestly how hard was it to stay inside a raft. But as usually my mistakes were taken as attempts of heroism it was not something I was unused to. I was that perfectly sweet guy next door, who everybody talked about fondly when they remembered him, and I knew exactly how to deal with that level of hero worship, to be honest there was nobody that I knew that did not hero worship me on some level until you showed up.
I guess like all great love stories it starts like this, where initially the couple hate each other and slowly fall in love, after hurdles upon hurdles. I never even was interested in going through the motions of having a girlfriend, I always found the hero worship woman bestowed upon me, one dimensional it was more because of who my father was and how fat my wallet was. But here you were a head shorter than me, with clothes that seemed to have been washed so many times the colour had been faded out. You have long waist length curly hair that frames your tiny oval face, and a waist probably as big as my palm.
For having dressed in such seemingly cheap clothes and jewellery that locals wore here in Rishikesh, you sure thought You were a princess. And I could not exactly blame you for thinking you were one either.
You had watched me you admitted proudly, and declared my friends mistake of seeing me as hero. You laughed with a hand over your pink mouth and your eyes seemed to sparkle a little more than usual, at my predicament of what would be deemed a social embarrassment. You are far to confident for being so small and it worries me of course what if you had insulted some other asshole, with a bad temper and he decided to hurt you. Do you not care for your safety?
My idiotic friends began to ask me questions interrupting my thought process, and that's when I noticed you were leaving. With another girl, who seemed to be friend. You walked slowly, almost as if waiting for me to stop you. I oblige, stopping you in your tracks, you glare at me.
"Who are you? I asked her, "What is your problem and was saying all of that necessary? Well to be honest I just wanted your name; the other two questions were just to ensure that the first question did not seem a bit odd.
"I can say whatever I want You said pointing at yourself, "You are really lucky, that life guard showed up, or tomorrow we all would have been sitting in your funeral you said, you mask your care with anger. You are an angel.
You called me a name and insulted me again. But rather than angering me, I smile. Family revenge plan takes a backseat as you become my soul focus.
It takes almost 6 hours of pretending to not be well for me to ask enough locals as possible about you. You don't use social media. But you gave me a little bread crumb by telling me your friends name. And since everyone here seems to know everyone by the afternoon I know your name.
Tina...
No surname.
You are an orphan just like me can we get anymore perfect for each other? You are a tour guide, I don't want to hire you and judging from what people say about you, and how you reacted when we met you would not really be hired by me. You love the other children in the orphanage, I know this as I watch you from the shadows, anyone could watch you like I do. The orphanage is not safe, the windows have no curtains, probably because the owner Mr Negi couldn't afford it. For the first time in my life I partially regretted, having given up the family money. One word to my grandmother, and I could have gotten you locks, and an alarm system to keep the sicko's out. You need protecting, you have no idea how fragile life is. You need me.
You buy milk for the kids at the orphanage every morning and walk several miles waking up at the crack of dawn, to ensure that it gets delivered to the kids on time, I follow you to ensure you are safe, you really seem to think that you are strong as you say you are. You have no common sense when it comes to your safety. I was right you are an angel bestowing kind deeds among the others, but you are a girl, and generally girls enjoy it when you are mean to them. Its some sort of twisted psychology, well I have been doing research. I look into my phone, adjusting my hair, for the 10th time, you should have been here already, I smile as I watch you come into the frame. You are yawning, barely able to keep your eyes open, this is always the case, you are worked to the bone. When we marry, I will ensure that I take you far away from that dingey orphanage, you deserve better. I will give you a better life.
My plan was to scare you, I did you dropped your milk. I left before you could really give a response. Stage one was demand your attention like you did mine. An eye for an eye was something I believed in.
You muttered about how you would teach me a lesson. That is good, it worked this means we would meet again. I follow you, the more I follow you throughout your days where you work nonstop, and spend my nights watching you mother the children at the orphanage. I want to you more and more, and spacing our social interactions becomes harder and harder to me. If you see me too much you will grow suspicious if you see me too less, I risk being forgotten. I employ one of your friends as my guide. His obnoxious and a liar, mostly because I want to know more about you. I demand to know about more about. I want to know more than what I see I want to get inside your head. I want to know what makes you tick.
"She showed up here, all of a sudden, 7 years ago, wearing expensive clothing... Chandu said, Chandu was not a good friend, to you Tina, he sold you out for an extra hundred rupees, This is why you need me, my sweet trusting angel I wouldn't allow people like this around you. I would filter out your friends so that only people who valued you genuinely would be allowed near you.
And nothing less. But his information got me thinking, expensive clothes? You wore a solid gold lock hart as well, those were not items that belonged to a poor person. And you always carried yourself out as a princess. The only conclusion I could draw was I needed to get into the orphanage. I needed to find out more about all of this. It was easy, apparently your uncle Negi had not paid rent for the past three months. I made a few calls and soon the kids were wailing outside, about being locked out and as I was alone inside. The bed you shared with your friend, smelled nothing like you, nor were the items near your bed anything of value. I picked up your green handled hair brush, which I had seen you brush your hair many times with from the window. And paused as I noticed your lock hart. Was it possible to be jealous of piece of jewellery that adorned your neck almost all the time. Yes, it was, I opened it slowly. Inside lay a picture of a man. Who I assume is your father, by his age. Recognition hits me, as its familiar face that often is in the business news Naitik Singhania. My angry angel Tina is Naitik Singhania's daughter. Every revelation just makes me believe how much more perfect we are for each other. I leave after putting back your two most personal items back.
After basking in this news, I did some digging you were a runaway. Accused of murder, you would never hurt a soul. How can anyone think such a thing is beyond me? The case was closed, yet you never went home. Why? Why live in poverty?
4 hours later, stalking you is becoming a full-time job, Naira. Naira Singhania, are you not full of surprises, every turn something new happens. Your mother is coming here, soon your family wants to take you back home, and coincidently your father is looking for interns. Now it is beneath me to apply for a job as a worker under a 6-month contract but here I am sending my newly made CV for you. My friend have begun to wonder what I am really doing on this so called vacation so I spend some time with them to cover up my intense stalking. Their conversations bore me, and I spend most of time on my phone trying to extract every detail I can find about you on the internet. Finally, the stuff that matters sticks out, your mother arrived today. She will be easy I can tell, from what I read about her, she likes polite individuals, who are respectful. That role would be easy to play with my face. I asked someone to grab her purse at the train station I would play night in shinning armour and save the day earning my future mothers-in-law undying appreciation. While at the same time ensuring my future father-in-law hires me straight away. I watch you walking towards me, I am waiting for you to notice me but you don't and my phone falls straight into the water rather than you seeing your father who was video calling me. You always do the unexpected. Here I was trying to reunite you with your father and you drop my phone in the water. I see the police and ask you to get my phone out of the water or else, and it triggers you. Your beautiful brave warrior princess expression falls and you become a scared leaf. I don't like you scared. I prefer it when you are angry and your eyes spit fire. But then again you look so beautiful vulnerable as well I cannot really not like you in any mood. I want you. I need you. And I shall have you.
You leave.
I later save your mother. She loves me. She is like all other women in this world. Easy to impress, unlike you. Chandu gets more and more on my nerves, how dare he call you a thief. It is only fitting he be chased by the police for the very same. I spend my spare time, ensuring Chandu keeps far away from you, and ensure he will get trapped for being a thief to teach him a lesson. Phungi loves you, and again I am jealous of something close to you as I watch you sleeping on your bed, I see Phungi looking at you sleeping so closely.
You are restless over the next few days. The more I try to insert myself in your life the more you run away. Maybe its your subconscious trying to keep you away from me. I try being foolish to gain your attention, you try to get me kicked out of my rental. Thankfully your mother liked me enough to have my place given back to me.
And the time after that I follow you walking out at night and you just randomly start beating goons on the road. I save you, because I would rather die then see you hurt. I hurt them all for even thinking of hurting you and rather than thanking me like a normal person you run away.
You do the opposite of everything I think you will. I need to know more about you. The more I know the easier this will become for this to become easier you need to meet your mother.
Your mother gives me a dozen or so ladu's for a prayer shes doing for you this morning. I ensure your Negi uncle, is taking all of the kids. Luckily god is on my side and its hot, the kids don't want to walk, and I offer you a lift. I banter with you. You sit with your arms folded the mightiest princess in the world.
I give you the ladu, and recognition hits you. I planned it all today you would meet your mother. Properly not like last time, when you ran away.
I love you but you really need to stop running away from things that are good for you.
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