Chapter 1

halfbloodprince

@Wistfulness

[MEMBERSONLY]

|I was much further out than you thought   

And not waving but drowning.|

STEVIE SMITH

Tempting charm, killer instinct, walking destruction, and enigmatic persona – he was the architecture of heartlessness with a lasting appeal.

But lately his hidden heart had registered its erratic beatings and loitered in realms previously unknown to him…and was eager to feel everything that was formerly forbidden.

Rishabh unpacked his belongings in his hotel room and suddenly he beheld a damaged black necklace hanging loose on one of his bags.He released the thing from its current state and the feeling of a void deepened with his heartache worsening. The breaking of the necklace had been ominous…an indication of something his former self wouldn’t have allowed to happen. When and how did he change so much? This change blessed him with a terrible internal devastation in form of an agonizing heartbreak…and the internal desolation made no noise despite being intense and damaging in a highly unusual degree.

With eyes holding unfathomable depths of sadness, he exited the hotel room to wander outside. His calculated poise magnificently veiled the carnage eager to burst out.  But did it help? He slowly slumped into a nearby bench, his vulnerability walking nearer with slow, heavy steps.

Tranquillity had been inseparable from him, the mystical ally of his soul. But now his soul no longer found comfort in tranquillity. It desired a mirthful laughter full of her and her music.

With all his glory, he was a damaged man possessing open wounds…with his soul refuge to innumerable emotional scars, and heart in desperate want of healing. He wanted nothing but a family, and by the extension of his desperate wants, a woman who would love him selflessly.

In the corporate world his soaring reputation was that of a heartless business shark, one who would wreak havoc on unsuspecting businessmen for sport. A born victor, one who couldn’t be defeated by the mightiest of corporate giants. But, beyond it all, he possessed a secret self with a part of it reserved exclusively for his daughter until SHE entered his life.

When SHE arrived, in her he saw the end of his secret self,and desired to heap it all on her feet. Hope rushed into his psyche and suddenly he found himself getting indulged in things Rishabh Bajaj wouldn’t think of doing.

LOVE walked into his life…but love desired a release into another realm. Love didn’t belong with him. Perhaps their destinies weren’t entwined together. And love wasn’t a part of a business deal he would crack by hook or crook. The ties weren’t strong to begin with…yet he clung to those weak threads with desperate doggedness, never wanting to let go. Rishabh was constitutionally tenacious, wanting and authoritative in a decidedly unusual degree, and hadn’t known a word about letting go prior to her existence into his life. In his wants he first obsessed over her, and then wordlessly beseeched her heart’s doors with truanting hopes of being let in…but those doors were endlessly impenetrable for him.

Now, as he sat on the bench,subjected to all agonies of the separation, and the stabbing of an unrequited,unexpressed love, he bent his head and allowed the heartache to release itself in form of silent tears.

She must be happy in her new life. After all, she’s living a life she always desired.

Visualizing her happy and content in her new life, he smiled one of his rare smiles and felt that his pain is totally worth her happiness. Sacrifice is one of love’s many forms. But soon sharp pangs of separation pierced his heart and he felt weighted down.

To cope up with the loss, Rishabh had totally cut himself off from her. In the past two months, he hadn’t contacted or even tried to know how she’s doing. Mehra was in constant touch for official work and was strictly instructed to not mention her. However, certain exceptions were allowed.

With a deep void blinding his eyes he stared above…as if seeking someone’s retreated spirit to attain solace.

My life is wreaked, mother.Allow me a moment with these undisciplined emotions. And please don’t be upset if I cry.

In another realm, a woman pulled open her drawer and with her fragile hands, picked up a letter written to her by someone, and subconsciously ran her fingers on the artistic handwriting. After reading the word Dearest multiple times, she proceeded.

The universe works in mysterious ways…I just wanted to say…Agar aapko kabhi bhi kisi bhi cheez, ya kaisi bhi zarurat pade, aap yaad rakhiyega, main humesha aapke saath hoon,humesha.

THE END

[NOCOPY]