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He barely made it to the deserted fields before his feet gave up.
The smell of the freshly grown wheat fed into his nostrils and pain snaked around his heart in a vice-like grip. His lips trembled as he looked around in a daze, his eyes raking at the familiar sight where he had spent the most precious moments of his life.
He had lived with his essence here; enveloped in her love, away from the sight of the world.
It was their world, which they had made for themselves! A place where he had allowed himself to dream.
He flinched.
Everything was the same, except for one thing.
She was not there.
The events of the day flashed by his mind. All the happenings and all the consequences!
His voice choked up as his chest tightened.
She smiled at him, her eyes twinkling.
Her narrowed eyes pinned him down as he kept on teasing her.
“Lafandar! You are annoying,” a frustrated voice called to him as he ran away from her.
The sudden jerk as she toppled over him, taking him down in the process and she lay stretched on him.
Her shy glance as he touched her for the first time.
Her quivering lips as he brushed them with his own.
His heart twisted as images upon images flared up; his memories raining down on him. It was as if pointed blades fell onto him, cutting his sides with doctoral precision to cause as much pain as possible. The knives gutted his spine, splitting it in half as his body seized up and then sagged; falling onto the wet soggy ground.
He closed his eyes forcefully and they burned as tears welled up. Something inside him kept on mutilating his soul, grating his nerves as the agony burned through him. It cut him to pieces, sadistically goring out his insides, as he desperately tried to hold onto the last echo of her fading smile.
What had he done!
A guttural roar met his ears and only the soreness of his throat made him realize that it came from him. Anger burst in him and he hauled himself away from the ground, straightening up on his feet; barely keeping his balance.
He stared at the dark sky; inky black with not even a star that night.
She had loved the stars.
His mangled heart stood swaying in the breeze with only one name on it.
Tejo! Tejo! Tejo! Tejo!
He looked at the heavens and broke down.
“Tejo!” he cried out loudly.“AGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”
“T-Tejo!”
He fell apart in bits and pieces, withering and fading.
And as destiny played its cards, the heir of the Virks, Punjab da Sher crumpled onto his knees, his face frozen in a mask of utter torment.
His peace destroyed, his mind in shatters, and his heart devoid of anything except her; he roared. He roared and roared and roared!
“TEJO!”
“TEJO!”
“TEJO!”
“TEJOOO!”
Amrik watched as his brother fell apart. He felt the anguish spread in him.
No, he rebuked himself sternly. Control!
Quickly he bit his lip with an extreme force, breaking open the skin. Copper flooded his mouth and he wiped the blood on his lips.
The distraction worked and he tore his eyes away from the scene. Now was not the time to fall weak. He turned around and left the field, quickly reaching his car and started the ignition. The engine whirred and he drove off, speeding up abrasively, barely steering around to avoid hitting a pedestrian on the road.
He took a sharp turn and went off the main road. The bumpy path led him to his destination and he soon parked the car in front of the small cabin.
A tall man came out of the cabin and gave him a nod. He quickly wrenched open the door and stepped into it.
The world disappeared as his eyes fixated on the unconscious figure on the bed.
She lay there, unknowing of the world, her figure limply curled up on the bed; still dressed in her wedding fineries.
His feet moved of their own volition, as his eyes took in her beautifully painted lips, the sharp jawline, and the soft skin. Immediately a corrosive hatred lit in his veins. It scraped the insides of his veins as the blood burnt feverish in them.
She was the reason for all his trouble.
A sneer spread across his face and he lunged forward, grasping her neck and pulling her up; his fingers clenching her hair, tightly.
Pure and absolute loathing bloomed in him. It fell on him like a visceral physical pain; a weeping wound on his body that refused to heal.
There was a soft click and the metal glinted in the soft light of the cabin.
He raised the gun and gently touched her forehead with its muzzle. He trailed the muzzle down to her cheeks and then to her neck just as an overwhelming desire to mark her red, filled in him.
He closed his eyes and when he opened them, a shark-like smile spread acorss his lips.
The dim light quivered sinisterly.
“Goodbye, Tejo Ji!”
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