Hridhan’s Perspective:
I never thought love could be such a torment. It's a feeling that creeps into your heart, wrapping its tendrils around every inch of your being, leaving you vulnerable and exposed. And yet, I couldn't help but fall, hopelessly and recklessly, for a love that would never be returned. Unrequited love is a futile pining for a relationship with another person. Even though unrequited love is an incredibly painful experience, still I fell for her way harder than I will ever fall for anyone again.
It all started when I first saw Mia, the sister of my best friend, Reyansh. I spotted her chasing the gorgeous butterflies on a warm summer day when she came to the Sunshine orphanage where I resided. She was the first to approach me and become my friend. Later, I befriended her brother Reyansh, and our friendship has grown stronger over time. We were only kids, running across the fields chasing each other and giggling till our sides hurt.
After our first meeting, both siblings visited me often at the orphanage. The orphanage was owned by their mother, who was also a doctor. They would come with her during her visits, and we would spend hours talking and playing. But as our bond grew stronger they visited me frequently.
My bond with Reyansh grew way deeper than friendship, we were more like brothers to each other, but with Mia, my feelings extended beyond friendship and into the realm of romantic love.
At that moment, something shifted within me, and I knew that this girl would forever hold a special place in my heart. However, little did I know that my feelings for Mia would not be reciprocated.
As we grew older, my love for Mia only intensified. I watched her blossom into a captivating woman, her laughter filling the air like sweet melodies. I longed for her touch, her warmth, her presence. But alas, my love remained unrequited. Mia saw me as nothing more than a friend, a confidant, never realizing the depth of my feelings.
Although my love for Mia remained unrequited, it did not lead to the end of our friendship.
I never expressed my feelings to anyone, including Mia herself. The suspicion of incestuous undertones in our relationship was never acknowledged or addressed.
But Reyansh later caught on to my feelings for Mia and approached me one day, telling me that he knew how I felt.
He confessed that he had always suspected the romantic nature of my feelings towards Mia, but assured me that he understood and harbored no ill will. He approached me about my feelings as my friend not as the brother of my lover. He was there to offer understanding and support, knowing the complexity of emotions that can arise in situations like these. Reyansh's understanding and acceptance of my unrequited love for his sister played a crucial role in allowing our friendship to continue.
I will always be grateful to him for his understanding and support even when I was no one in front of their family standards.
His family accepted me as their family member. Their openness and acceptance allowed me to feel a sense of belonging and comfort in their presence. When I turned 18 Mr. Rout, Reaynsh's father offered me a job in his group, which I gladly accepted and it further strengthen the bond between me and the Rout family.
When Mr. and Mrs. Rout was murdered by another mafia group I was devastated. However, I had to be strong for the sibling left behind. I took on the role of a support system for Reyansh, offering him comfort and reassurance in his time of grief. Although my love for Mia remained unrequited, our friendship continued to thrive. We three became a family, providing each other with love, support, and a sense of belonging.
I was happy until I get to see Mia even if she doesn't reciprocate my feelings. Sometimes, it pained me a lot to see her with other boys, but I didn't have any right to stop he or intervene in her life matter. So, I protected and loved her from a distance. She will always hold a special place in my heart.
It was a fateful night when everything changed. A night that would forever haunt my dreams and etch pain into the deepest corners of my soul.
I remembered that night like it happened yesterday. When I got a call informing me that Mia was murdered and is no more with us. The news of Mia's death shattered my world. The light of my life had been extinguished and I was left in a state of utter despair. I felt a deep sorrow, unlike anything I had ever experienced before. The loss of Mia was devastating not only for me but for Reyansh also.
I had to be strong for Reyansh, supporting him in his grief and helping him navigate the pain of losing his sister. The death of Mia snatched the little life and light that remained in our lives. The grief and sorrow that engulfed our hearts were indescribable.
My body expressed grief over the loss of Mia as if mourning the loss of its vitality. The grief I experienced was not just emotional, but deeply embodied. It manifested in physical symptoms such as fatigue, weight loss, and a constant heaviness in my chest.
I never recovered from that pain but I learned to hide it because Reyansh felt more devastated after seeing me in pain. To support and help my friend I hide my pain behind my smile.
I know, today something big might happen with him when he met that girl who is accused of the murder of Mia otherwise, he won't open it up to me. The grief I experienced was so overwhelming that it affected me so much that it is drawn into my bones but I soldiered my pain to support Reyansh.
I knew
Secretly, I carried the burden of knowing the truth behind Mia's murder, but I had to keep it hidden because I know Reyansh was a sensitive topic for him and he was already suffering from the loss. I am aware that he wanted to tell me about that night but he couldn't find the courage to start the conversation.
Thus, when I got to know about that night I kept it to myself and didn't tell Reyansh.
So, I remained silent, a silent witness to my heartbreak and the injustice inflicted upon Mia. I stood by Reyansh's side, offering him unwavering support, even when my own heart bled uncontrollably.
Now, as the years have passed, the ache of losing Mia still lingers within me. The pain of unrequited love merged with the pain of her untimely demise, creating a complex tapestry of emotions that I can never fully unravel.
And so, I wander through life, carrying the weight of my unfulfilled love, forever wondering what could have been. But as I look back on the choices I made, I realize that perhaps, amid heartbreak and tragedy, the greatest act of love is sometimes found in silent sacrifices.
When I got to my condo, I couldn't help but felt the sense of emptiness that permeated the space. I moved out of the Rout mansion when my love was causing me unbearable pain and I needed to distance myself from the source of my unrequited love. Even though, after Mia's death I rarely came here. I live with Reyansh after Mia's death to be there for him and provide support to him by being there for him physically and emotionally.
When I need to find solace and peace, I retreat to the comfort of the silence of nature. I cry out my pain and sorrow in this penthouse, releasing the pent-up emotions that I carried for too long that it became unbearable for me.
I took the bottle of whiskey from the cabinet and poured myself a glass, and sat on the floor in front of the portrait of Mia that I have painted myself when I realized my feelings. The portrait captured Mia's radiant smile, her eyes shining with joy and contentment. I stared into the eyes of the colored eyes finding solace in her memories. I reflected on the bittersweet memories that we shared and the love that will remain unfulfilled in this lifetime.
In this life, my love was not reciprocated but I want god give us another chance in the next life to fulfill that love that remains unrequited in this life.
I will wait for you in my next life, I promise...
Aanya POVI found myself again in that familiar cell. The cold, damp walls surrounded me as a constant reminder of my confinement.I can't see anything in this complete blackness, and there was silence throughout the gloom. My eyes were strained, but it was ineffective. The only sound that was present was the faint echo of my breathing. My hands were tightly bound when I attempted to move them to feel around. My legs were tightly bound as well, just as I remembered. My breathing becomes erratic. I don't want to be here again. I don't want to be here after what I've been through. My eyes began to tear up in the corners. I want to scream my lungs out to release the pent-up frustration and fear that have consumed me.As my panic intensified, I desperately tried to gather my thoughts and find a way to calm myself down.All I can do is sit, wait, and hope that someone will help me. Someone will find me and help me through this terrifying ordeal. But never once did anyone come to my rescue;
Aanya's POVStanding before the colossal gates of the prison, memories of my day of release flooded my mind. It was a sunny day, but the air felt heavy with emotions—anger, pain, and determination. I felt a surge of energy coursing through my veins, a burning desire to exact revenge on those who had shattered my life. Stepping out of those gates, I knew I would never be the same person again.The prison had taken away my will to return to a normal life. All I craved was to see my tormentors pay for the atrocities they had inflicted upon me. In the depths of my anguish, I would often cry out to God, yearning for justice and the chance to reclaim my life.Yet, life can be cruel, even to those who have done no wrong. Unfortunately, I found myself among those who had been unjustly treated. It seemed that when your life was destroyed, whether, by fault or circumstance, you had to bear the burden indefinitely and suffer the consequences.My vision was clouded by anger and sorrow, but deep d
Reyansh’s Perspective:Running in the early morning mist, I couldn't help but marvel at the world around me. The cool dampness of the air, the soft sound of droplets falling on leaves, and the ethereal glow of sunlight creeping through the mist created a surreal atmosphere. Nature has the power to heal and rejuvenate the human soul, and it was at this moment that I truly understood the transformative power of natural surroundings. While the highest restorative effects are elicited by being directly in nature, there are benefits to indirect experiences as well.My mind, which was a mess after the talk with Hridhan last night, found solace in the beauty of my surroundings. My sister is the sore subject that continues to haunt me, and it's way worse for Hridhan. So, I never initiated a conversation on that topic with him, even though I know it was worse for him not to know about the cause of her death.But after last night's conversation, I found a weight being lifted from my shoulder. H
Reyansh’s Perspective:In front of a glass wall overlooking the city skyline stood a person I didn't expect to see. When she noticed my presence in the room, she turned around, giving me her attention."That's unprofessional of you, Mr. Rout, to keep a client waiting and be late for a meeting," Aanya stated in a calm voice that exuded authority and confidence.After composing my surprised state of mind, I replied, "To what do I owe the pleasure of your unexpected visit, Ms. Miller?" I asked, maintaining my cold and professional demeanor.She took a step closer to me, her expression unwavering. Every time I am in her presence, I can't help but notice her aura demanding attention and respect. Our auras compete for dominance in this room, and I can't help but feel her commanding presence."Today I am here for business," she replied in a tone that suggested she meant business and nothing else."Oh, I see. What kind of business are we discussing then?" I queried, trying to maintain a neutr
Reyansh’s Perspective:She continued, "These mafia groups are- the Sniper Mafia, the Dagger Syndicate, and the Cobra Cartel. And you are the leader of the Sniper Mafia, Mr. Rout," she said, looking straight into my eyes, her confidence unwavering.My heart raced as I absorbed her words."So, for my first favor, I want you to find out about every member and every piece of information available about the Dagger Syndicate. And try to find out more about Don Gomez, his right-hand man, along with his involvement in framing the daughter of Don, Analisa Gomez, for a crime she didn't commit. I want you to gather as much evidence as possible to find the truth and help me clear her name." she said, her voice firm and determined to seek justice to clear the name of Analisa Gomez.I nodded, trying to wrap my head around the magnitude of the task she entrusted to me.I stood up and moved towards the glass mirror and overlooked the city skyline below.The city beneath me buzzed with activity, obliv
Reyansh's POV"I am not the murderer of your sister, Mr. Rout, I was the victim who was framed for the murder of your sister," Aanya explained calmly, her voice carrying a mix of sadness and determination. With an air of composure, she reached for her handbag and deftly extracted a document from it."These are the property papers of the orphanage land. You can review them, and if they meet your requirements, I will obtain the owner's signature by the end of the week to transfer the land under your name," she said, her unwavering gaze fixed upon me. The emotions I had earlier glimpsed had now given way to a poised and professional demeanor.She slid the document across the table with an air of confidence, every movement deliberate. My eyes scanned the papers meticulously, searching for any discrepancies or loopholes that might hint at foul play. The authenticity of the transfer was of the utmost importance, and I was determined to leave no stone unturned.As I glanced up from the docum
Reyansh’s Perspective:"Sorry... I didn't mean to come off so strong," he sighed, his anger visibly deflating, "It's just that it reminded me of her. She was so passionate and loved the animals so much," a smile appeared on his face, tinged with sadness, "She always advocated for their rights and believed that they shouldn't be treated as property. I couldn't control my emotions as it reminded me of her and her love and compassion for them."Reyansh's words resonated with me, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of empathy for him. I knew how deeply he cared for her and her dedication to animal welfare. Her absence had left a void that was difficult to fill.I recalled how she used to spend hours volunteering at animal shelters, tending to injured and abandoned animals with the utmost care. She would often remark that treating an animal as just another object or resource went against the very essence of its existence.With a gentle touch, I put my hand on Reyansh's shoulder, offering
Reyansh’s Perspective:I looked towards him and replied, "I met Aanya today. She was there to propose a business deal to me."Hridhan's expression changed once he registered the words I spoke. He nodded slowly and went back to complete his task at hand. After completely washing the dishes, I dried my hands and exited the kitchen, making my way to my office in the mansion.As I entered my office, I was immediately greeted by the familiar scent of leather and mahogany. The room was meticulously organized and exuded an air of professionalism. The modern furniture and state-of-the-art equipment were carefully chosen to reflect a professional atmosphere conducive to productivity.The large desk at the center of the room was immaculately polished and adorned with a few tastefully arranged personal items that provided a touch of warmth amidst the otherwise sleek and minimalist design. In the corner of the room, a floor-to-ceiling bookshelf displayed an impressive collection of books on vario
Reyansh's Perspective:"Last night," I continued, "I received a call from my investigator, the one I appointed to keep tabs on Aanya's activities. He shared some interesting information. Among the details, he mentioned that she is currently spotted with her ex-boyfriend."In the hushed confines of our meeting room, the weight of revelation hung thick in the air. Hridhan, usually composed and collected, leaned forward, his gaze fixed on me, his eyes intent on deciphering the puzzle that lay before us.As I relayed the information I'd gathered the previous night, Hridhan absorbed every detail with rapt attention. His contemplative silence filled the room, stretching moments into what felt like an eternity. Finally, after what seemed like an age, he turned to me, a subtle nod signaling for me to continue."The most surprising part was that she was noticed with her ex in front of a bridal dress shop," I revealed, watching Hridhan's expression morph into one of perplexity. It was as though
Reyansh's Perspective:I had been buried under a mountain of work, each task piling up on the other, waiting for my attention. Anisha's recent episode threw my life into chaos. My office, usually a place of focused productivity, had been transformed into a hub of tangled thoughts and unfinished business. I had always prided myself on my ability to multitask, but there was no denying that recent events had been a real challenge to my efficiency.Sitting at my desk, surrounded by towering stacks of paperwork and the glow of multiple computer screens, I couldn't help but feel grateful to my dedicated secretary, who had been the linchpin holding everything together in my absence. He'd managed the office seamlessly, handling phone calls, scheduling appointments, and keeping clients satisfied, while I was pulled into the whirlwind of investigation and planning.I knew that what we had undertaken for Anisha was no easy feat. It was risky, intricate, and demanded precision at every step. The
Anisha's Perspective:My question sparked a sudden commotion throughout the hall. Whispers and murmurs rippled through the audience like a gathering storm. All eyes were now fixed on Mr. Singh, awaiting his response with bated breath. He replied with a single, powerful word that sent shockwaves through my enemies, "Yes."After hearing that word, Samuel lit up like a fire and started yelling at me, accusing me of causing a scene when I was the one who had tried to kill him. His anger had consumed his senses, and he raged at me for showing up and ruining his incarnation ceremony. He warned me, his voice dripping with malice, to quietly back down and leave, promising mercy if I complied. However, if I chose to stay, he vowed to make it his mission to ruin my life once more. And ladies and gentlemen, after hearing his threats, I couldn't help but smile. He had unknowingly played right into my hands.With a sweet smile still gracing my face, I began to walk back towards the ornate chair th
Anisha's Perspective:When the announcement came that Samuel Gomez would assume leadership of the group, a solitary voice pierced the silence, reverberating through the hall. "How can he become the leader when the leader stands before you?" The words hung in the air, a challenge that instantly hushed the crowd. A path was cleared for me, a silent procession of acknowledgment, allowing me to traverse the room and reach the stage.As the assembled audience laid eyes on me, their expressions were a symphony of surprise, curiosity, and trepidation. My unwavering smile dared them to oppose me as I stood poised to claim what was rightfully mine.I walked gracefully toward the stage, emerging from my sanctuary corner, my determination evident at every step. I needed to reveal my face clearly; any lingering doubts about my identity needed to be dispelled. After all, as the leader, it was my role to lead by example.Upon reaching the front of the stage, I cast my gaze upon those standing there
Anisha's Perspective:Standing at the very spot where I once stood years ago, a rush of memories overwhelmed me. Back then, I had turned my back on this place, my heart shattered, my trust obliterated, and my faith in tatters. Tears of betrayal and pain had clouded my vision. Today, I stood at the gates of the mansion that had cast me aside. My heart, once fragile, was now encased in thick walls, ready to take control of my life and claim what was rightfully mine.The difference was stark. I was no longer the vulnerable, naive girl they had so disrespectfully cast out. Life had bestowed upon me its share of hardships, forging me into a formidable force. My eyes, once filled with tears, now blazed with the fire of determination.As I took my first steps toward the mansion's gate, the guards recognized me immediately. They bowed respectfully and swung open the massive gates, granting me access to the place I once called home. There was roughly a mile of winding road between the gate and
Anisha's Perspective:My emotions churned like a tempest within me. Samuel, not the son of Mr. Anderson? This revelation struck me like a bolt of lightning on a clear day. It was a betrayal of an entirely different magnitude, one that went far beyond the torment I had endured from Samuel's bullying and Mr. Anderson's overt support of him. The implications of this revelation seemed to stretch back to the very birth of Samuel, a deception woven deep into the fabric of our group.As Mr. Rout's inquiry about my relationship with Mr. Gomez pierced through my chaotic thoughts, I found myself at a crossroads. My mind instinctively delved into the tangled web of my connection with my father. It was far from the ideal father-daughter relationship, marked by distance and a lack of emotional warmth. But he was my father, and that fact held weight at the edges of my consciousness.However, my musings were abruptly interrupted as a chilling thought clawed its way into my mind. Could this revelatio
Reyansh's Perspective:As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but notice the varied expressions on the faces of those present. Anisha and Aanya, in particular, regarded me with curious glances, their eyes seemingly questioning the urgency of my summons. But they knew better than to inquire without cause, for they understood the gravity of our situation.The events of the previous night, as recounted by Hridhan, had left me with a multitude of questions and a pressing need to unravel the truth. Every detail, every piece of information, was like a puzzle piece waiting to be fitted into its rightful place. We needed to gather all the facts before taking any action against the Dagger Syndicate.As I processed the information we had acquired thus far, I decided that it was time to bring Anisha and Aanya into the fold. They were essential to our mission, and their perspectives and insights could prove invaluable. Without hesitation, I had summoned them to my office at short notice.No
Reyansh's Perspective:The sun was streaming into my office, casting a warm glow across the polished wooden desk. I sat at the massive oak desk, my fingers tapping rhythmically against the glass surface, a subtle testament to the whirlwind of thoughts churning within me. My gaze was fixed outside, my eyes scanning the cityscape beyond the glass wall. It was a new day, yet my mind remained entangled in the events of the previous night's masquerade ball.I have seen Aanya in many different lights. I have witnessed her strength, her resilience, and her unwavering commitment to her role in the Dagger Syndicate. But last night had been different. Last night, beneath the veneer of her composed facade, I had glimpsed a vulnerable, fragile girl, one who had endured a lifetime of pain and betrayal.As I gazed out at the bustling city below, I couldn't help but reflect on the enigma that was Aanya.The memories of the previous night swirled in my mind like a tempest. My thoughts were a tumultuo
Anisha's Perspective:My emotions swirled like a tempest within me. As Hridhan's gaze lingered on my inner turmoil, he didn't pepper me with questions, nor did he attempt to offer comforting words. Instead, he took a course of action that was both unexpected and deeply reassuring.Without a word, he guided me away from the prying eyes of the masquerade ball. We retreated to a secluded corner, a shadowy alcove that concealed us from the curious glances of the other guests. From our vantage point, we could still survey the entire hall, yet the cloak of darkness provided us with a semblance of privacy.Hridhan, ever the gentleman, pulled out a chair from a nearby table and gently urged me to sit. He knelt down, positioning himself to meet my eyes directly, and reached for my trembling hands. In that simple gesture, he offered a kind of solace that no words could adequately convey.As my emotions gradually found their foothold, I turned my gaze toward him. My voice trembled with the weigh