It has to be the worst day of my life…

My Vanya was sitting in front me looking radiant as always the yellow outfit she wore looked devine and why not she herself is devine.

But it was killing me, thinking that she was going to be my brother's bride and not mine.

She was laughing along with Esha, a sad smile pulled at my lips because it makes my heart flutter when I see her carefree and happy.

Just as I was lost in her beauty a hand settled at my shoulder making me look up. It was Raghav smiling at me, “Hii dude.” I said moving aside a little so he could sit beside me.

“Still debating?” He asked.

“No, I have made up my mind.” I replied, shaking my head.

“And may I know what’s the plan?”

“I am marrying her.” I replied, turning to look at him.

“In these past few days I have come to a realisation that I can’t see her with anyone else but me…and now that I know she also wants me so she is going to be mine anyhow—I am not sacrificing her for anyone because she is the only thing that’s real in this fake world.”

“Really?” He queried, earning a firm node from me.

Pulling my hand away from his grip I went upstairs and soon enough I heard Raghav’s footsteps following me.

We reached my study and I gestured for him to come inside as I closed the door once he did, “Today is her haldi, and mehendi after and tomorrow is the wedding.” He nodded but didn’t dare to interrupt me.

“Tommorow you will kidnap Aarav for me and we will make everyone believe that he ran away from the marriage and since my family really care about their reputation they will try to convince me to marry Vanya at Aarav’s place and the rest, you know.” I winked as my lips curled up in a sheepish smile.

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It was only a matter of time, I had just gone to my room to take a shower but when I returned my study was locked but everyone in my house knows how possessive I am about my things and no one dares to touch my things without my permission and when I left the study earlier, I didn’t remember locking it…I pushed my thoughts aside dragging a hand down my face then tried to push open the door but it didn’t buzz and It was locked from inside.

What the hell, I knocked on the door but no sound came from the other side so I

turned to the side pressing my ear on the door hoping to hear anything that tells me who is inside and I did hear something but it was the russell of the papers or opening and closing of the drawers like I initially expected.

My heart dropped to my stomach it was Vanya…My Vanya and she is sobbing? But why? I knocked on the door again, this time louder.

“Vanya…It’s me open the door please.” I rasped already breathless, my mind spiraled with unwanted thoughts, what if she was hurt, what if she did something to herself. No, I drew in a deep breath resting my head against the door, “Vanya, you know this is killing me right?” I paused, taking another breath, “Let me in, little demon, whatever it is, we will solve it together please.”

Soon enough I heard a click, I backed away from the door and there she was all gorgeous looking at me through the haze of tears in her eyes I walked in and locked the door, “What’s wrong? Don’t you want to marry Aarav?” I asked wiping her tears.

She shook her head barely.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“Do you want to marry me instead?”

“No.” She replied in a hesitant voice, that was it the last thread of my patience snapped and I pinned her between me and my desk at the center of the study, my hands were either side of hers caging her there,and her lower back was pressed against the desk.

“Let me go.” She screamed but her words lacked conviction. She pushed at my chest, “Why are you doing this, blessing?” I asked, my voice was barely above a breath. “Doing what?”

“Do you think by marrying my brother you can hurt me?”

“I—” She started but I cut her off.

“It is shattering me Vanya, p–please don’t do this.” My voice breaking with the effort of keeping it steady.

“Why not?” She asked, locking her dead grey eyes with mine.

“You know the reason.”

“I don’t.”

“Stop playing your games Vanya, all though I am known for my patience but I barely have any when it comes to you.” I drew in a deep breath letting my forehead to rest against hers, “Don’t do this—” My eyes met hers, “I won't survive seeing you standing besides another man, marry me instead please.”

“Don’t joke Vihaan, I am your brother’s fiance, it's better you stay away from me.”

“I don’t joke when it comes to the things I want, and…I want you.” I breathed.

I felt her breath hitching, just a little and chuckled. She always was in control of everything, even me. I felt her fingers curling into the fabric of my shirt just over my heart, “Can you feel that?” I asked, pulling back a little, her brows drew closer in confusion.

“My heartbeat, Blessing…You are the reason it is still there.” I clarified.

Well if you want I can show you something which you’d never get from him, “W-What?” She asked as a shaky breath left her.

I stepped back from her and my hands moved to my shirt starting to undo the buttons from the top. Once I was done, I took it off and threw it somewhere on the floor and walked closer to her. Her eyes were glued to the left side of my chest and I could see the shock in her eyes, Once I was closer to her my fingers curled around her wrist as I brought it up kissing her fingers before guiding them to touch the thing sje was gazing for so long the carved words on the skin just over my heart—Her name which she had carved just a few days ago, it didn’t fade not even a little—

I didn’t let it fade.

Although I hated Ember with everything I had, I was still grateful that she taught me how to love like a psychopath.

Ever since Vanya had carved those words on me, I started running a hot needle over them so they stay intact, “Tell me will he ever be able to do this for you?” Her eyes rose to meet mine and what I saw there wasn’t love, not even obsession…It was anger maybe even disgust and the next thing was her palm colliding with my cheek, my face turned a little and even the corner of my mouth started bleeding with the force, I rubbed that spot a little before straightening again, “Is this your way to telling me that you love me too?” I asked, taking the hand with which she had just slapped me so hard and rose it to my lips kissing her palm.

“Even if it is then please use a stick, a or maybe a knife but not your hands never them I don’t like it when you get hurt.”

“Are you out of your mind Vihaan, this isn’t love.” The frustration in her voice was undeniable.

“Then teach me how to love you, Blessing.”

She pushed at my chest with both her hands causing me to stumble a few steps back and she walked away without another word.

“Wait for our wedding night Blessing, I’ll make you pay.” I whispered to her retreating figure, even though she couldn’t hear me.

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I sneaked into Vanya’s room, she was sprawled across the bed, I sat beside her sleeping form bruising her hair away from her face. I was creasing her cheek when my gaze froze at her hands where her henna was, not even a day but the color had turned so dark of course it has since I love her so much, I searched for Aarav’s name but it wasn’t there, I looked around to find a henna cone on the side table, I picked it up with one hand and held her hand in the other kissing her palm before writing my name there.

I wrote my initials on both her palms, ‘V.V.S.R.’

‘VIHAAN VANYA SINGH RATHORE’

“Just one more day, Blessing.” I whispered to her sleeping form.

Kissing her forehead I slipped out of the room.

“Why?” My voice was cold, psychotic even. It made him flinch but his eyes didn’t waver from his hand which was on the table between us, my hand holding his wrist in place as I played with a knife around his hand, my eyes never leaving his terrified face.

“I.ASKED.WHY.”

“Ahhhhhhhhh—” A gutwrenching scream left his vocals as I stabbed the knife in the back of his hand tearing his skin with brutal intensity. My face broke into a sinister grin as I bent the knife a little making him scream more loudly.

Ahh, this was what I called satisfaction, men are here in this world to satisfy women—not the other way around. After all he was asking for me to treat him this way, and his screams were the proof that he is enjoying this more than anything, the law might’ve forgiven him for what he did with a twelve-year old girl, but—

Not me

Forgiveness was the last thing in my life which I can ever give anyone.

“Look at me.” I grabbed his chin, yanking his face up so he could meet my eyes.

“Pathetic loser.”

I picked up the metal rod from the ground but the satellite cellphone started ringing on the table, God I fucking hate this agency what do they take me as? Their personal servant or something?

I am on of the bestest secret agents alive for god’s sake, I dropped the rod back on the floor, picking up the phone.

“Ember?”

“Hmm”

“You need to control your anger, you can’t just kidnap a minister.”

“That minister had raped a twelve year old kid.” I replied in a cold voice, my anger rising as the time went by.

“Release him safely.”

“You will receive his dead body by evening.”

“You—” Before he could annoy me any further I had already disconnected the call.

“You’ve got people protecting you, huh.”

“Nice.”

“But to your bad, I am more wealthy, thus more powerful than you.” I said, letting the cigarette settle between my lips.

I took a long drag, exhaling it as I turned towards him, “You know what’s the difference between us?” I asked crouching a little to get to his eye level as he gazed at me with his half lidded eyes.

“It’s the fact that you use your money and power to oppress the weak, while I use mine to uplift and protect them.”

I picked up the rod again slamming it on the side of his head resulting the chair he was tied on to tumble and fall.

“Pathetic.”

Dropping the rod on the floor I walked up to the table at the center of the room and picked up the half finished wine glass twirling it a bit then I turned leaning my back against the desk as my gaze settled on the unmoving body in front of me I let the drink slide down my throat when my phone buzzed and the screen lit up with a message, “He is planning on getting married.” The text read making my lips curl into a smile which didn’t reach my eyes… I am a psycho lol.

I gazed at the half empty glass in my hand, “But your beloved Vanya is already dead.” The words were a whisper, a secret meant to ruin everything in its path.

My phone buzzed again…this time it was a call from my therapist God this guy is insufferable.

“Hello.” My voice was laced with annoyance.

“You have a session at five.” I said, straight forward as always.

“I am not coming.”

“Ohh so you want your mental disorder hurting the person you love the most?” He mocked,making me grit my teeth.

“Fine, I'll be there by five.” I said in one go before hanging up.

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I sat on the chair in front of Arthur, cursing every life choice that had led me here. He was looking at me through his specs, calm as ever it made me grit my teeth.

“You know” he started, taking a pause to draw in a deep breath which frustrated me then he continued, “You know, you should be in a mental asylum right now, right?”

“And you should be looking after your patients with actual issue, not me.” I retorted, my eyes locking with his.

“You should leave him alone or you will ruin him too.” He said that so normally like he wasn’t playing with the last thread of my patience.

“I don’t care.” I replied looking everywhere but his eyes.

“You know when you love someone, you should let them go when the time comes…For their happiness.”

“Don’t.” My tone went colder. “Don’t preach this bulshit to me, you know it won’t work out.”

“As for your statement—I am a lover not a loser, I will never let him go, he is the only thing keeping me sane.”

The people who let go of their love, don’t love enough to keep that thing or person with them, I have gone through this and I would never want MY BELOVED SOLDIER to ever go through it.

“Now if you are done with your bulshit, can I leave?”

“You never asked for permission before?” He inquired.

“Yepp, but since, soon I’ll be with him so I’ve been practicing consent so that I don’t end up doing something which might make him hate me.” I said standing up and left without another glance.