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06|Painting

After dropping Vanya safely I returned to my house as soon as I got inside a big monkey jumped on me.

"Bhaiiiiiii, you're finally here?"

"Oh, a monkey can talk as well?" I asked visibly shocked.

"Shut up" She said smacking my head.

"Move, you're heavy." I said trying to push her away.

"Bhai she was waiting for you from half an hour"

"Esha for God's sake do you want to kill your big brother?" Mom said.

Esha pulled back, not before whispering into my ear.

"How was your date with Vanya?" My body stiffened.

H-How does she know?

There's no way.....

I looked at her shocked.

She leaned in whispering so that only I could hear.

"Vanya is my best friend you know that right?" God how I can forget this.

"Don't tell anyone I'll let you eat as much fast food as you want" I whispered back.

"Deal" She said and went away.

I exhaled a breath I didn't remember holding in.

I went straight to my room frustrated.

Yes frustrated because Aarav just told me that Vanya is not coming today because she has to meet some clients,

fuck it why??

I took out my shirt throwing it on to the bed.

Just then my phone buzzed.

I unlocked it without paying much attention but after seeing who texted me my eyes widen instantly.

"Pretty men like you shouldn't roam naked not even in their own rooms sweetheart, until unless you want to invite me there." The text read.

My Stalker Ember,how can I forget her, w-wait how she got to know that I'm shirtless?

D-did she fit camera in my room?

My eyes darting around my room to find any trace that how she got to know.

"It's futile baby you can never find me, not until I want you too." She texted again.

My grip on the phone tightening ever so slightly.

I put my shirt back on.

My heart racing like anything, I swear if it wasn't for Vanya I wouldn't have even come here.

I pretended to get busy in my phone so that even if she's watching, I can't give her the satisfaction that I'm even a bit scared of her because then it'll be a win for her.

I flinched hearing a knock on the door, it was my mom after steadying my breath I went to open the door.

"What do you want?" I asked blankly.

"Umm.... Beta this parcel came for you, just now." She said and after taking the parcel from her I closed the door.

From the packaging it looks like some kind of potrait, who would have send this to me?

I checked the parcel for any adress or at least name of the sender,

Nothing.....

It was just wrapped in a red colored paper and there was a small note sticked on top of it.

"Because red is your favourite color." The note read, fuck it's from her, my eyes dart around my room to see any trace of her again, then back to the parcel in my hands.

My phone buzzed, the screen lit up with a notification.

"Open it" The text notification read, I swallowed hard.

Even her text sent chills down my spine, why does she has such effects on me even when I've just met her 2 times even then I have never seen her face except of her red eyes, yes she has red eyes, I don't know if that even possible but in her case anything can be possible.

Then with shaky hands I started to unwrap the parcel.

It was a painting, my painting, but there was no other color on the painting except for crimson red as if the whole painting was made with the help of blood and not color, I swallowed.

As I saw this painting is not normal, this painting is from earlier when I was at lunch with Vanya, and Vanya was also there in the painting glaring at the waitress, the same way she did at the restaurant earlier.

But how my stalker got to know even when I haven't told anyone about meeting Vanya and I didn't see anything odd while I was there.

Because my instincts are always on alert mode so even if there was a single threat near me I would have known.

My eyes widen, when the realization hit me. I threw the painting on to the bed and stumbled for my phone and called Vanya.

"Please pick up Vanya, Please pick up the call."

She didn't,

I called again, my heartbeat increasing with each ring, my mind got flooded with nasty thoughts, no, no she'll be safe.

She has to be,

For me,

For Us.

I called her for the third time and luckily she picked up.

"H-Hello Vanya?" I said trying to steady my breathing, but my voice betrayed me still a bit shaky.

"Heyy, boss is not here I'm her, personal bodyguard Brayan you can tell me if it's important I'll inform her." A firm Voice came from the other side of the phone.

"I want to talk to her please it's urgent."

"I'm extremely sorry sir but right now boss is in a really important meeting, I can't disturb her." He replied.

"I can understand, but Can you please check and tell me if she's fine." I asked in hope.

"Okay wait a second."

After few minutes he replied, "Hello sir, boss is perfectly fine."

I exhaled a sharp breath.

"Thank you so much, can you do me one more favour?" I asked

"Yeah, sure sir tell me what is it?"

"Just tell her that Vihaan wants to talk to her, ask her to call me back."

"Sure sir, I'll give her your message, have a nice day."

"You too, and thank you." I hung up, and collapsed onto my bed running my hands through my neatly combed hair making them messy.

I unlocked my phone and called, my asistant he picked up at the second ring.

"Yes sir"

"I told you to do something in the morning I guess."

"Yes sir, it'll be done by the evening and I'll send them-"

"Leave it, there's a change in the plan send them tomorrow instead of today's evening." I said cutting him off.

"Yes sir"

"Also how's the preparation of the wedding's going."

"Everything is happening according to your instructions sir" He replied and I hung up.

___

"Fuck not again." I sat on the edge of my bed clutching my stomach.

"Why did I have to be so ignorant, only I  know how I controlled in front of Vihaan."

"Heyy, Lover girl"

"Not now Grayson"

"Ohh, I just wanted to tell you that Vihaan had called and was asking for you."

"And?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

"And I lied to him like you told me to."

"Thanks, now get lost."

"Dude, at least take a bath you're covered in blood."

I glared at him, enough to make him shut his mouth.

"Do I look like in the condition of doing anything?" I asked, frustrated.

"Then why you ate outside, when you know you can't handle it?"

"Because Vihaan insisted." I replied averting my gaze.

"Oh, so you can't say no to him huh?"

"Grayson" I warned

"Sorry, I won't press further."

But goes on anyways.

"Do you want me to call a doctor?" I shot him a glare.

"S-sorry I'll take my leave."

He said and left.

God this pain is killing me, I clutched my stomach tighter.

"Ahh, god" I somehow managed to drag myself to the washroom and got inside the bathtub filled with hot water, I sighed in relief, the hot water is helping a bit with the pain.

Just then my phone buzzed, I took a lazy look at it before picking up.

"Go on" I said coldly.

"Boss the work you gave me is done."

"Any news?"

"No, everything is fine here but there's a lady who doesn't fit right I don't know I keep getting bad vibes from her."

"Send me her picture and make sure you don't get caught otherwise they'll kill you only ones but I'll hunt down your whole bloodline, do you get that?"

"Y-Yes boss" He stammered.

My lips curled into a smile, as I hung up the call, my phone lit up with a text notification.

I clicked on it.

"Saw you at the restaurant earlier." The text read.

Ohh, playing with me again?

"And?" I texted back playing along.

"And? Suddenly everything stopped it felt like the time has frozen." The text came almost instantly, I chuckled.

Cringe.....

I love when people try playing with me thinking I'm unaware of their tactics.

"You know who you're messing with right?"

"Yes absolutely, The Great Vanya Singh Rathore."

I wonder what kind of reaction I'd get when everything gets revealed??

I turned of the phone putting it on the table besides the bathtub.

As I sank deeper into the boiling water my face completely inside the water, the smile never left my lips.

Daring death to take me if it could.

Because I never lose.....


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