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Aarav's Pov
Punching the passcode, I heard the main door letting out a creak and a faint smirk emerged on my lips at the creepy sound. Keeping my actions discreet, I pushed the door a little further making enough space for me to sprint inside. Once inside, my lips stretched further into a proud lopsided smile while I kicked the door close. I began to slow whistle but my smile dropped as I whipped around to have mom glaring at me through her reading glasses.

Mom's head wobbled in disapproval while she watched me taking a seat on her left. Relaxing my shoulders, I undid the first two buttons of my shirt. Ignoring mom's glare and to get away from the upcoming lecture coming my way, I dropped my head on her lap.

Her fingers on cue tangled through my hairs, magically working on my scalp. "Your husband will definitely kick me out of his property if you keep getting dark circles because of me." Letting out an audible chuckle when her hand swatted on my shoulder, I watched the hint of smile on mom's face under the lamp light.

My mom is one such amazing woman, someone whose mere smile is powerful enough to light up someone's world. A smile so like her, so compelling and bewitching that even the darkest soul ends up in their allure.

"Everything fine between you and Mishika ?" I pretended as if I didn't hear. That's what I've been doing. Nothing was fine and it never will be.

It has been more than a week since my Honey-eye went back to her apartment. After her confrontation that day, I didn't come back home. I couldn't. I knew my father would drop her safely. And I must say, my father was miffed. It was written all over his face. Bear with it dad, that's how your son is. No goody-two-shoes.

"I'm starving." Knowing well that I avoided her question yet another time, still mom didn't pry. It's already past two in the night but what mom doesn't know is that I've already eaten the food prepared by my wife.

A week has passed since I haven't heard my wife's voice but I would stare at her for hours while she sleeps. She doesn't know that. But she does know that I come every night. And my soft hearted sweetheart keeps extra food for me. Seriously too good to be true, baby.

I would have even appreciated it if she let me starve. Maybe that would have shortened the list of why she is so addictive. Though I know that would not work either. My obscure self will blissfully die starving for food if even my eyes get to manoeuvre on her enticing divine soul.

"I'm reheating the food." Wearing her slippers, mom made her way towards the kitchen. "Until then arrange my files."

I obliged almost instantly. Since childhood I would tag along with mom doing anything or just nothing while she would work. Maybe I was scared that she would also forget me between her work. By time the habit faded so did the fear.

But fuck! The same fear mocked my face when she discarded me out of her life. And I despise withering under the mercy of an useless emotion that would suck your strength, crumble your confidence and shred you piece by piece.

Call me a bastard, that's what I'm, but I just didn't disdain Ishan because he had my father's appraisals. He has something that I have craved ever since. The perfection. A perfect goody-two-shoes boy, perfect loving parents and a perfect loving sister.

And it was yet good, I would have kept these irking emotions buried. Until a certain someone with honey brown eyes intrigued my entire world with her single smile. I, who never had a friend, managed to befriend her. Appeared too rainbows and unicorns until my bitch fate bit me on my ass, and I learned she was Ishan's best friend.

I did some fucked up stupid things and lost her. While she was dwelling on the fact of getting betrayed by her new found friend, I feigned not to care, pushing her to abhor me more and more.

But I did mean it when I said I'll gouge every eyes out lifting up at her.

That fucking day, pushed by a girl inside the girls sports room and having a quick make-out section, I was leaving when my eyes clashed with her. And I shot her a smirk, knowing well that it would irk her. What I didn't know was that my cousin had other plans. And while I was gone with my parents to attend an event in another city, she had the video spread out everywhere.

It was the very reason that led to my first ever and that too nasty argument with Rhea. I worked my ass off to take down the video while beating others asses. I was like a walking raging bull in college and soon the news of me recklessly beating many boys and lashing on the bitch girls reached my father.

He was upset and disappointed in me, more than he had ever been. He asked me to shift to another country, for a change of environment so that I could focus on my academics and career. And I took it as leverage and asked him to help me hunt that video down.

He was suspicious so I told him Rhea was involved and he thought I was trying to save Rhea and her poor career. Maybe I was, a little. But I was desperate to vanish that so-called video as if it never existed. Dad agreed, disappointed with Rhea, but thoughtful about the girl who got stuck in this mess.

I thought it was a big time to retreat away from her life for her good. I knew she thought I did all this and it was enough for her to hate me for forever and to never get over my existence. Meanwhile seven seas far, I was thrashing to forget her and bury my madness, my obsession for her.

Guess what ? She, though, never surmount from the darkness I implanted in her life but neither did I ever succeed in hightailing from her light.

Spilling everything to the dean was my first thought. But as Rhea sycophant-ly implored me not to, reminding how her parents reaction will come through, tethered me for otherwise. I couldn't lose a sister again.

The darkness I embraced always so arrogantly, bluffing in it, never did I expected my cousin to hide some fucked up truth from me in the same darkness.

"Bub" As Mom's voice called out to me, I got out of my whirlwind of thoughts and quickly made a bee-line to the dining room. I pulled out the chair, taking my regular seat. I was already full yet gaily opened my mouth when mom extended the spoon in my direction.

"Mom, you miss her ?" I abruptly blurted out and mom visibly turned rigid. Forcing out a smile she filled another spoonful of rice for me.

"I do." She whispered ever so softly. "But you've to move on, bub. Your father and I did."

But I can't. She was my sister.

Everyone lies straight on our faces when they say God loves everyone and especially the good ones. She was so small, so innocent then why did he give her so small a life ?

They say she was born with it but don't they say that God is the one deciding everything. So isn't he the one responsible for my sister's short life ?
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Later I helped in arranging the dishes which mom washed and in the meantime she suggested that I must help Mishika in the household chores. She says wives appreciate that. And I've seen my father happily doing that for mom.

I accompanied mom till her room and wished her good night and kissed her forehead. She patted my cheek with a smile. And before she closed the door I got the glimpse of my father, half sleeping against the headrest of the bed with his reading glasses on, probably waiting for mom.

This has become routine again since last week and has been since I got married. I would leave the office and come home after midnight only to find mom waiting for me in the living room. My father, meanwhile, will wait for his wife in his room to get notes about me. And by morning I would be gone.

I assured mom when she asked me not to do anything insolent, knowing the hidden meaning very well. I am not going to prove to my father that I'm a coward and any less Oberoi.

Mom doesn't know that since last week I sneak into my wife's apartment after she falls asleep, eat the food she keeps for me and drive back home, only to sneak back into her apartment when my parents are fast asleep.

I don't fucking know what I'm doing ? Rightnow I'm on my way to her apartment. My head has been a mess ever since last week. And no matter how much I'm trying to slip away from the grasp of the guilt and heaviness, it only chases me back and gird me like a bitch.
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Keeping my footfalls silent, I steadily slither inside the room. I've gained quite some skills from continuing the same act again and again since the previous few days.

The dim yellow light was casting a faint glow on her beautiful visage, her posture relaxed and her facial features calm and serene. Dark brown tendrils scattered around her face and her eyelashes greedily trying to feather her cheekbones but failing like always. And this sight of my wife effortlessly binds my demons together, pacifying them into the soothing tranquillity.

She twists, the duvet slipping away from her body. I patiently wait, assuring that she isn't waking up and then sprint closer. Holding the duvet, I pulled it back on her body, my hands stiffening near her bare tummy as her t-shirt rode up. The duvet slips from my grasp, my rigid fingers lowers to her belly and I jolt back with the first touch.

"Fuck it!" I pant. It was there. There it was once, a life, a life consisting of me and her. That thought is definitely doing something with me.

I shouldn't be thinking about it. What the fuck is wrong with you Aarav ? Get a grip asshole. It is gone. Gone years ago and my own fucking sister never told me even when she knew all the time. Damm it! Don't think about it. Don't think about it.

Adjusting the duvet back on her in haste, I turn around and come out of the room and amble to the balcony. Clenching my palm to ease down my quivering fingers, I pull out a packet of cigarettes and quickly pull one between my lips and ignite it. Distracted, I take a rather long drag leading the smoke to overshadow my windpipe and I end up choking and coughing.

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Pov Continues
Feeling shuffling around me, I let out a grunt, my eyes and head still heavy from sleep.

Next when my eyes opened, I let out another grunt and whipped my head in the direction of intrusive noise. My eyes narrowed at the girl who was tiptoeing from the bathroom and now flashed a sheepish smile as I had her pinned under my glaring gaze.

"Sorry. I was just rushing out" I looked away when she finally left the room, shutting the door extra loud. I pull my palm down my face, frustrated. Who the fuck close the door like that ?

My throat was burning and was dry from the amount of alcohol I had last night. Great! Get so fucking wasted that now you can't even recall anything properly.

Throwing the duvet off my body, not caring about my naked frame, I scrambled to collect my clothes from the floor. Once inside the bathroom, I did my morning business and cringed before putting on the same clothes from last night.

Turning on the faucet, I rinsed my mouth and then ducked my head low and splashed water on my face. Feeling the cold water calming my head a little, I forced my brain to remember last night's events. A trail of broken and incoherent memories splutter in my head giving me another shot of headache.

My eyes shot open as a familiar face appeared in my head. Fuck! "The fuck is wrong with you Aarav ?" My fist collided with the basin top and pain surged through my skin. I fucking need it right now.

"Kissing someone while thinking of her was still okay. But hallucinating her altogether and sleeping with someone else, it's insane." A disappointed groan rumbles past my chest as I continue giving pep talk to my reflection. "You are no teenage boy but a fucking twenty-one year old man. Don't turn into a lunatic."

How could I just sleep with someone thinking of her ? I'm going nuts. And fuck I need to wipe this image off.

Feeling annoyed by my own reflection and angry at my stupidity, I marched out of the bathroom. "I can't stand this place for another moment."

Not sparing another glance at the dishevelled room, I quickly came out of there. Where the hell is Rhea ? I'm not in the right state to drive or go back home like this.

Passing a few hallways, I found Rhea leaning against the wall beside the stairs. Hearing the approaching footsteps, she lifted her head up and upon spotting me, pocketed her phone.

"Had fun ?" I shrugged my shoulder at her question. Rather than feeling ecstatic, I'm feeling exasperated.

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"What a fool!? Didn't expect your beloved sister to play with you ?" My jaw ticked, my own voice was riling me up.

I can feel the burning end of the cigarette scraping through the skin of my thumb and finger. And instead of throwing it away, I held it tighter.

This mere burn can't match the intensity of the lava that has erupted inside me. And no matter how suffocating it is, it is the only thing right now keeping me sane.

Knowing that I'm scorching in the same blaze that has my Honey-Eye inflaming, is satiating the twisted part of my mind is something inexplicable.

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