Heartless Billionaire ✔

Chapter -5 Losing Myself

Dev

Bright white light with everything light colour gave classic view to the interior of the restaurant. My fingers rubbed the soft table cloth while my ears worried with the way Anushka talked to me. I always knew how much she liked me.

Why? Just because I have good looks. That's not good criteria to choose a partner. At least that I learned after the unsuccessful relationship I had been in.

And I very well knew that I wasn't the one to be trusted. I could never love anyone to the extreme after what I had experienced in my life.

But I couldn't stop loving my sister who too left me all alone in here. Love comes with responsibilities and then restrictions which bound you. I couldn't bound myself anymore now.

"I never thought that you would marry like this with the girl like that!"

Like what? Classless? She didn't look classless woman in her red silk. My face turned into a confusion and bit unapproved of her objectionable views.

"I mean she isn't any business woman or any popular, famous one. She is not a woman even, she is a girl who is given the responsibility in her infancy! "

That was lame. She was much sensible in terms of talking. She knew how to handle rich spoiled brats. Did she know? Was she the one even I was after?

Every f*****g time she made me to rethink. It was her picture and address that my special detective mailed me after all his digging about that bastard. He was my trusted and famous detective. Could he go wrong? No.

"She is beautiful. " I told her the truth. She talked things that touched me. No one ever made me feel  the way she do. She makes me feel small. Small by heart, guts. She is brave. Her each word sounds like a painful mourns.

That night she made me to rethink. She suffered a lot in her life. I felt pain and betrayal in her string of words. Does that give her license to play with the rich married man?

He was bastard whom, I don't know why my sister loved so much. He betrayed her with other women. But my sister couldn't handle the last betrayal and she is almost dead. I find no life in her.

She was the one for whom he did that to Anya. She too deserved to cry whole her life.

"Dev. "

She call me differently. With fear but possession. Her face always pronounce 'I am your wife'. Her pale and beautiful face makes my heart to melt after all these years.

" Anu, I don't have enough time. Please clear up the things. You are my friend and I don't want you to think I am being so business minded with you but that's what I am. Business and friendship are very two different things. Why not just talk it out later so that you could think it out? "

We arranged this meeting for talk of the new hotel but her behavior was taking it to different places. I decided to talk to his father.

She nodded. I stood up and motioned to her to go. Her face fell. We drove home. It was 11:30 when I reached home after completing the little work that I didn't wanted to postpone next day.

I showered and changed into sweat pants and Nike tee. I was quite hungry and wanted to see her so I headed to kitchen. I would always find her in kitchen cooking something for me which I never ate.

Her food smelled so good just like her but it too disgusted me.

'Just fed of being disgusting ' I heard her as if she was just in front of me grim and wounded. Her painful laugh rang in my ear again.

I paced to kitchen but she wasn't there cooking. I went to her room and she wasn't there too. For an instance I thought she ran away.

But then walking in the hallway, I heard someone's quite sobbing. It was she. I knew without even seeing her.

I walked towards the sob. She sniffed and sobbed. Passing the hall I entered my study room.

Sight in front of me bulged my eyes out. Was she getting insane? Or she was always?

She sobbed again consumed in herself, kept kissing the top of books. The whole shelf was empty and the books surrounded her. Her red puffed eyes and shaking figure declared that she was crying from hours.

A sudden feeling to go and hug her emerged in me. I wanted to share her pain. That pain which was mostly by me. I couldn't. My sister come before me each time I think this way.

I stood there looking at her state. She placed the book on the floor and covered her face with palm. She was so much broken and in pain. That's how I wanted her.

I fisted in agitation of the confusion but it couldn't stop me calling for her. I tried my stern voice, "Arohi follow me!" 

She didn't move but her eyes gazed me holding lot of accusation and hate. Her lips quivered and when she was to say something she held herself.

"I said follow me. " I commanded pulling her by arm. I couldn't bear seeing her that way now.

"Don't touch me."  She yelled at me in the highest of the voice I ever heard from anyone in my whole life.

My eyes widened at her stance. "Not tonight. No! "  She shouted and crawled backward looking down on the floor.

"You are coming to me this instant Arohi. Stand up! "

Waited. Waited. But she was so still.

There was no other option then to force her. I went to her and caught her by waist and put her on my shoulder.

She shouted and scratched, slapped and punched my shoulder. She was so against me. I walked us to my room and then I threw her on my bed.

Her eyes glared me with extreme anger. Just another mistake she would surely kill me. She never did this. Why today this stance?

Breathing heavily, she tried to sit up on bed but  I pinned her down before she could. Her eyes were sending sharp aimed arrows at me. They were challenging me.

"Today I am not what I am usually",  She hissed trying to bring in threat in it. I adjusted myself upon her as she tried to get away from me. I was not going to hurt her tonight instead wanted her to sleep comfortably and not curse me.

"I can see. What are you exactly then?"

"Woman with fire in her. "  Fire. Yes eyes were firing. " Don't force me or I will burn you. "

" You are a little girl. " I smirked." So what this little girl think about me tonight other than ' Not Man and not human' thing? "

" Each time I think of possibilities  you break them bitterly. You are a devil! What for all this money you are bulking up  when you don't help others? "

Was all this about that woman? It was. I sniffed and whispered to her," What happened to her? "

" She died today and you even didn't let me meet her. She was so important person in my life. How would you understand this? "

She turned her face away from me in disgust. She wasn't fighting me away now.

" Have you  ever seen your most beautiful and loving one dying each day in front of you and you can't find a way to save them? They are just wasting of each day. Have you ever seen your own parents fighting like hell and then ditching you in a big room full of everything still empty? "

Her eyes softened and then it hit me to what I was saying to her." I can feel each thing  that you have been feeling all your life. Even I can feel the heat of it and I know how much it is burning you. "

She was among those burns. But her soft voice penetrated my heart. I couldn't stop myself. I wanted to hug her and share the things I always kept in my heart for I never got someone to tell to. I couldn't spill my weakness as I have to be the strongest person.

She felt the one to be told. She talked things that always hit my weak point.

"You can never know me better. Devil. You said me devil. Yes I am. And this devil will burn each one against me. I will burn you even. "

She gazed into my eyes and then her sober face turned into a smile.

" You hide in this mask. Yes you are devilish. But I can see the soft part deep down in you. You get angry and shout at me just to fuel your outer identity to never get hurt and looked down weak. Yes you are burning me with the heat Inside you. Your hate and anger that you keep inside made you blind and ignorant. My life was never better too. But does that mean I should spill all my anger to anyone? No. It doesn't. And now today I lost another person. Now I am disgust orphan girl. Does that help you to fuel yourself? "

I don't know how long I listened to her. Her each question was unanswerable. I kept looking at her grim face when tear rolled down her cheek.

" It satisfies me. " I said wiping tear from her eyes.

"It satisfy you ego. It hides the little good part of you."  She cried said me. We both were pathetic.

"Shut your mouth and sleep dear. " I said as I dragged myself to the couch taking sheet and cover.

I lied on couch and glanced at her swollen face and red eyes. She turned away from me. It was not only for that woman  but for everything she suffered in her life.

Her Brave, meek, understanding and harsh stance showed me each different parts of her heart.

I closed my eyes and still she was in my head. Her clear sobbing pierced my ears and I felt myself criminal.

'you are not Man'

It was so clear to my ear that I listened to her all this time. Thing was she was sobbing but her each sniff said her painful story which I surprisingly wanted to hear. I wanted to calm her and it came from my mouth listening to which I heard her smile.

"Tomorrow you  go and meet that brother of yours and attend all that  rituals. " 

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