AMRITA

Zindagi bhi kitni ajeeb hai na kab kya ho jaye kuch pata hi hi chalta.

Just a few hours ago, I had a job and stability, but now.... sighs

More than this I was worried about how to tell my parents about this. They are already dealing with so much.

I am from a middle-class family. My father, Surya Kaushik, is a police officer, and my mother, Anita Kaushik, is a homemaker. I have two younger siblings, Samar and Samaira. They are twins, aged 19 years old.

A few months ago, mom's health began deteriorating. We went for a checkup and discovered she had cancer. Everyone around us was devastated by this news.

The woman who was always cheerful, has now become frail and sad. She is undergoing treatment, but it is very expensive. And my father was the only earner in the family.

So I decided to discontinue my higher education and began looking for a job. Fortunately, I got placed at Kapoor Interiors as a junior assistant designer and I was able to contribute in the expanses of mumma's treatment, but now I am fired.

I was sitting on my sofa, lost in my thoughts, and then I began to cry at my misfortune. After some time, my eyes got heavy and I fell asleep on the sofa.

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"Uggh , my head" , I tried to open my eyes and looked at the morning sun that was gently peeking through the curtains, casting a warm glow to my room. And that made me realize I was laying on my bed, in my room.

But how I ended up in my bed, I remembered I slept in the living room.

As I tried to get up, I felt heaviness on my stomach. I released my breath, sighed softly and turned around to see my fiance, Raj, sleeping soundly.

I looked at his sleeping face. Awww, so cute. I began playing with his long lashes, remembering how he had become an important part of my life.

Raj Shukla and I first met in fourth grade and have been inseparable since then. He used to constantly follow me around and occasionally bully me. But after a while, we grew close and became friends. We have been inseparable since then.

Our parents were also good friends, so they decided to marry us. And because we were best friends and compatible, we didn't have any problem with this, and agreed to this marriage. We had a private engagement in December.

Raj and I have many things in common and understand each other well. We adore and respect each other, which I believe is necessary for marriage.

And what about love? Do you love him? Isn't that necessary too for a marriage?

My inner self taunted me.

Well, it will happen too with the time, I guess.

I was so engrossed in my thoughts that I did not notice him waking up.

"Good morning, Riti," he said softly, moving the hair that has fallen on my face. I smiled and closed my eyes in that peaceful moment. He pulled me closer to him so that our fronts were touching.

He then nuzzled his face against my neck, and I started laughing.

"God. Why do you have to laugh in such moments?" he groaned.

And seeing his distress made me laugh even harder.

I am not sure why, but I am unable to do intimate things with him. When I try to think of him like that, I do not get those butterflies or shivers that the romance books talk about. Instead, a memory of his childhood snotty face comes to mind.

"Ewww...stay away!" I pushed away from him, giggling. He just smirked at my face, raised his brow, and said, "You know na, we are getting married. Suhaagraat me bhi asehi chudailo jaise hasti rahogi kya".

"What the" I threw a pillow at his face and got out of bed. He laughed and said, "What, I am saying a fact."

"Tab ki tab dekhenge" I groaned and was about to go to the bathroom when I heard his sultry voice, "Lekin mujhe to abhi dekhna hai."

I was stunned and turned around to see him staring at me in a way he had never done before. I grabbed the frame from the side table and threw it at him in rage.

He hid under the blanket," You mad woman! " and laughed even harder. I huffed and went to the bathroom to finish my morning routine.

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On the other side

A man was getting nervous because what he had with him could certainly cause havoc. He was standing outside a large black door, too terrified to go inside.

He looked around and prayed that someone else would appear at his place. But nothing like that was going to happen.

He then took out his phone from his pocket and searched, " Google, how to give your boss a file without actually giving him the file".

But before he could look any further, a deep baritone voice came from the intercom: "Tum andar aa rahe ho ya mai bahar aun."

Shit. He got startled, how can he forget about the cameras that are all around the building. He kept his phone back and after regaining some confidence opened the door and went inside.

And he noticed the gloomy atmosphere right away. He looked at the direction where a man, who exudes an air of dominance and pride was sitting behind his desk, a commanding presence in the room. The room is dimly lit, adding to the aura of respect and fear, that lies beneath his enigmatic exterior.

His expressions were cold and distant, as if he's constantly analyzing every situation. Dressed in a sharp suit, he leans back in his chair, radiating authority. His dark grey eyes we're on him which were causing him to sweat.

"S-s- sorry sir," he stuttered, "I was just-" " Did you bring it?"he asked coldly.

"Yes, sir, this PD has what you asked for," he said, placing it on his immaculately organized desk, which had files neatly arranged and a single pen placed precisely in the center.

"Leave"

He did not need to be told twice. But he was worried about the outcome. Nobody has been spared from the Boss's wrath.

He then hurriedly left the room, unaware that he had handed over something that would ignite the fire of sick desire, that would know no boundaries, where everything is fair to claim someone, and the line between right and wrong would be blurred.

The beginning of obsession and ruin has begun.

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