| Abhiya FF - His Firefly | COMPLETED Chapter 108 Pg 88 - Page 56

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i totally hate that monsters maithali & anshuman always win🤢

now abhiya is in danger how they gonna tackle this danger?😭

hope abhay won't do anything horrible

continue soon

Originally posted by: cuteariya

don't know what to say?

i totally hate that monsters maithali & anshuman always win🤢

now abhiya is in danger how they gonna tackle this danger?😭

hope abhay won't do anything horrible

continue soon

you will know soon 😉 big things are going to happen soon

thanks 🤗

Chapter 100

Birthright

A beaten down door was further slammed into the wall, one after the other, until it hung off of solely one hinge and chunks had fallen onto the ground. Each person that went inside and out took out their frustrations on the poor piece of wood.

Dragomir took no time to make his way over to their location. The piercing glare he wore on his expression made the strongest of the strong cower. He was beyond livid.

“He’s dead?! Impossible! There are no traces of them!”

If he could yell, the voice would boom. The sound suppressed itself in his throat, not wanting to cause another commotion in the neighborhood. The last thing they needed was humans noticing them with the dead.

“Go inside and check for yourself. They beat us to him.”

The air was tense around the residence of the dead young man. There was no point in searching for the culprits; the body had been dead for hours. The soul was obviously gone. Iolanda stood around the outside and rubbed her eyes. They all looked like clowns, standing around like this.

“This is the second one. How?!”

“We underestimated them. It’s simple.”

The body was left alone, the area cleared of any presence of theirs.

“We need to regroup and retreat. Otherwise we risk losing more.”

Things were more tense back near the hideout. They found Piya frantic and weeping. Several others were missing, out searching for Abhay. Jovan stood at a distance, wearing a look of guilt on his face. He looked weak, from his expression and stance. A gust of wind could knock him over. Yet he made sure that Piya didn’t wander too far into possible danger.

Iolanda furrowed her brows and went up to them, holding Jovan by the shoulders. He hobbled forward, mind spinning even still. He pressed a palm to his temple and groaned with his eyes shut.

“What happened?”

“They took him. They took Abhay, and we can't find him. It could be temporary, it could also not be. Right in front of my eyes.”

He shut them again, then briefly glanced at Piya. She kept looking into the distance, waiting for anyone to come back with news. She wasn’t planning on coming out, but a hollow feeling in her chest coaxed her outside to see him. But he was gone by then.

Everything after that revelation happened too quickly for her to process. Suddenly, Seraphina was next to her, hand on shoulder.

“Take her back to Dehradun, Sera. At this instant.”

Piya wouldn’t budge, and kept shaking her head. Seraphina reluctantly put her to sleep and teleported the both of them to the Raichand mansion, right in the living room. Everyone there stood up, startled by the appearance and Piya’s unconsciousness. She sat on her knees, head slumped over. With a snap, Seraphina woke her up again, the latter looking around with more confusion and slowly more worry.

Siddharth helped her up, then looked up at Seraphina.

“Where’s Abhay?”

“Missing, or captured. But we’re looking, don’t worry.”

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Abhay was let free, much to Maithili’s surprise. The force of the barrier breaking was artificially created by Ayushmaan’s witchcraft, but it felt very real and unintentional. A few scratches, they were a small price to pay for what he was to receive tonight. Him and Maithili were thrown against opposite walls, backs smashing stone. Ayushmaan feigned a sudden weakness, hunched over on his knees and holding his face in his palm. Maithili stared in disbelief, mostly fine herself, and brushed away sharp stone pellets from her skin. She thought of it to be their new difference in power, but Ayushmaan was never this weak. Abhay was never this strong, and Piya wasn’t here. Questions and conspiracies arose in her mind. In the time it took Abhay to lunge at her and slash his nails at her face, she could make a guess that she had been lured here for some reason, but Abhay was nothing in his present state. A cut opened on her cut, her fingers reaching up to touch it. He got her, but even still, it was a small scratch. A cold smirk played on her lips. She could still subdue him.

Wrong, your highness.

She always underestimated her opponents. She even thought she could get rid of Piya that easily, but she was wrong. Ayushmaan, pretending to have fallen unconscious, was working a spell with a concealed hand, and laughed in his head. The large cloaks the Vitael wore sure came in handy. He didn’t move much himself. Abhay could match her, with the hexed liquid in his veins. What wasn’t possible with the power of the Mark of Celeste? Maithili wasn’t expecting this, and found herself bleeding down her arms as well. Abhay was behind her, wearing her blood on his nails like a trophy.

He looked at her wounds, at the dripping blood, with a hungry look. His tongue swiped over his fangs and lips.

“You don’t taste so bad…” He hissed, lunging forward again, with a twisted, sadistic look on his face. Years of hatred took root in his expression. “Can I have more?”

Her blood fell onto the floor, and Ayushmaan slowly pulled it towards him, inch by inch, into a vial hidden in the sleeve of his cloak. Small drops individually, but it added up. He had to work fast, because the other two were faster. It flooded and filled the empty glass, staying put like it was frozen in place. He risked her noticing especially, but that was a risk he was willing to take. He didn’t care too much about putting up a facade anymore.

I’m tired of pretending.

After he got what he wanted, he slowly pretended to wake up, and stared at horror at the two fighting. The vial was teleported away to his safer location, hands now empty. He always lauded himself for his acting skills. One hand stretched out and twisted at the wrist, subduing Abhay and caging him in the barrier again. Abhay kicked and clawed at it, trying to break free and finish what was started. His eyes only reflected murderous intentions for Maithili.

The small bells of the anklets she made were now scattered on the floor, some crushed, some sharing the sound of their chimes rolling around the tile.

“You couldn’t even keep a lowly vampire caged?!” Maithili screamed, eyes wide. She glared at Ayushmaan, who pretended to look ashamed. He bit his tongue, suppressing a chuckle.

It’s not a matter if I can. It’s a matter of if I want to.

Maithili walked over to the barrier, and tapped her fingers to taunt Abhay. She shook her head, and gave him a pitiful look.

“I really wish to end you now, Abhayendra. I can’t see you like this.” She said, rather playfully. “But something always stops me…” She clutched her chest, and looked at him. He didn’t say anything, only snarled.

Ayushmaan slowly let the magic in his blood dissipate. Abhay’s eyes rolled back then closed, knees burrowing into the ground. His head slumped forward.

“He’ll make a fine prisoner.”

“Of course…” Ayushmaan said, adding a hint of shame in his voice. Maithili looked at him once with distrust in her eyes, passing a hand over the cuts and wounds Abhay gifted her. Her form began to disintegrate, departing for some other place for the night. Without another word, the two were left alone again.

Ayushmaan bound Abhay with special chains, and teleported with him to their lair, to be thrown in a room of his own as a prisoner. He was happy. He acquired all he needed for the night of the blood moon, and Abhay was his puppet. Now all that was left was to wait for the blood moon, and claim what was termed as rightfully his.

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Short chapter this time, but the ending is soon approaching with 110, that means longer chapters for the final 10!

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Ouch very small update

But very scary

All r worried for Abhay & Pia don’t know what to do?😭

On the other hand that bloody anshuman got Maithili blood using Abhay😡

Anyway I’m glad Abhay gave that Maithili some scratches👏

But Abhay still in their hold💔

Hope before that anshuman complete the ritual Abhay & the gang will finish those monsters

Continue soon

Originally posted by: 07RB

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Originally posted by: cuteariya

Ouch very small update

But very scary

All r worried for Abhay & Pia don’t know what to do?😭

On the other hand that bloody anshuman got Maithili blood using Abhay😡

Anyway I’m glad Abhay gave that Maithili some scratches👏

But Abhay still in their hold💔

Hope before that anshuman complete the ritual Abhay & the gang will finish those monsters

Continue soon

let's see how they will be defeated thank you! 🤗

Chapter 101

Two Bodies, One Soul

An apparition of her own past self played its violin magnificently, atop the hill. Piya’s fingers shook, empty and pale. Her eyes wandered aimlessly at the ground. The dead flowers that she stared blankly at came to life for just a moment before reality dragged her back out of the trance. The other her was gone by then too.

No one told me they were dying, she thought, mournfully. She kneeled and took a closer look. One touch was all it took to reduce them to dust. Her fingers were ashy and gray, as if the garden she and Abhay cherished so much was horribly petrified and about to crumble all at once.

The dust flew under her nose, and she sneezed. One palm pressed under her nose, and the other under her eyes. Warm tears trickled down her wrist, and it hurt to try and stop them.

Maybe Ms. Julie can give me more seeds…, she thought, as a distraction.

Wrapping one of Abhay’s coats around her shoulders tight, she climbed the hill as usual. Her steps danced around the remaining beauties, even the dead, but intact ones. The fabric of the coat still carried his scent. The wind had still shown mercy and left many of the flowers from crumbling to dust.

She sat down and stared at the bottom of the hill. Everything was still. Her own feet shuffled.

Abhay, can you hear me?

Piya waited and waited. Her wrists pressed themselves into the cool, damp soil. Sometimes they burned, bearing a harsh rash that was difficult to not itch. It seemed to get more inflamed as time went by. She frowned. She knew where they came from.

They're hurting you…

It was past midnight. The moon was up high in the sky, bright as a pearl. She wasn’t supposed to be out here this late. Haseena inundated her with countless warnings, though all knowing of how reckless and stubborn she was and could be when it came to Abhay. The two complemented each other in that aspect. But after weeks of quietly following directions and orders, she wanted to be a little rebellious. There was still no news of him, despite the endless searching.

Like the inevitable, she had gone silent for him as well. She was trapped in the depths of her carried curse, drowning deeper and deeper, alone.

She closed her eyes and concentrated, touching the back of her neck until the light swallowed her hand. This stone connected them; perhaps it could help her find him. Her heart began to beat faster in anticipation, but for the most part, there was nothing. Just memories of the past. Memories that their souls shared, things they did together. Even the fighting. She pressed further, straining her forehead, trying to see his memory only from now. From what she learned about the Vitael, they couldn’t manipulate souls of the living.

This is the last way to reach you…

As she drew closer, she felt herself weakening. Her hand clasped around her heart. Each beat was fast but as physically painful, like it was going to explode. Beads of sweat fell from her forehead onto the back of her hand. This was taking more of a toll on her body than she assumed.

Abhay…

Her vision became dark. Her head began to spin. The scents around her changed. It smelled of stone and moss, and a crackling fire. Smoke, but not the usual smoke. It was pungent and smelled of rotting flesh. There was little light. Somewhere underground they were.

Her nails dug into the flesh on the back of her neck. She couldn’t let go yet, she was so close.

I need…to see more…

Tunnels of visions zipped by, paving way to him. His eyes became hers, she could hear and smell and touch the things he was. It felt like she was possessing him. But it was only the ties of their souls that let them become one in such a manner. She wondered if Abhay could feel it.

Can you hear me?

She didn’t get an answer. Before them stood a cloaked individual, presumably the one that took him. She felt like she recognized him. When the figure turned around, she saw the two colored eyes, unable to further process what was happening.

No! Wait!

A force violently pulled her back into her own body. She opened her eyes and jolted back, falling on her backside. There was still a light shining in her eyes. It glowed a bright white, blinding and burning. She covered her eyes and tried to focus, sitting up and backing away. It was nothing more than a peculiar branch covered under some dirt and leaves. How could she not have noticed it before?

What is this?

She reached out for it, watching as the light was sucked into the branch itself, but someone grabbed her hand, drawing her attention away. It was Mandu, looking frightened and worried. She had been looking for Piya. Something, or someone, was wandering nearby. It wasn’t safe.

She pointed towards the house, and Piya nodded with understanding. She needed some paper anyways, and readily followed Mandu back home to safety, only once looking back at the branch that hooked her attention.

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There was no place more special to Ayushmaan than his old home. Though now it was swallowed by the changing geography of the area, it still looked the same to him. In his room, Abhay was tied and gagged like any old prisoner, in one corner of the room. While Ayushmaan looked at the place with nostalgia, he looked at it with disdain. He knew this place. The place where death first came to greet him. Falling down the spire after he rejected a twisted eternity with Maithili.

Ayushmaan looked at him and cackled, hovering over a table of ingredients for his concoction. Maithili’s blood was kept on his person, closely guarded. The blood moon was close. He needed to prepare immediately for such a momentous occasion.

Abhay fought at the restraints. His ears strained and his nose twitched, smelling blood and hearing a slow heartbeat. He was weak, and thirsty. Whatever was done to him had worn off, and took his strength with it.

“Don’t worry. I’ll let you go.”

“Why?” He asked, brows furrowed in confusion. “You would benefit a lot from keeping me here.”

“I would love to kill you. But unfortunately, I don’t know how.” He scowled, staring at the crescent moon inked on Abhay’s chest. “Lucky you.”

Abhay smirked to the side and twisted his wrists against the tough metals some more. He strained his mind to reach Piya, but it was blocked by a dark force. He glared at Ayushmaan, and Ayushmaan laughed.

“Sorry, I can’t have you talking to her right now.”

He set the vial of Maithili’s blood on the table for a moment, flipping through pages of a spellbook on the table before him. Abhay could pick up its scent quite easily. It would take him ages to forget it.

“Maithili’s blood?”

“Hmm? Oh….this?” He swirled it in the air, flashing an ugly smile toward Abhay. “I must thank you, Abhayendra. You made my work easier.”

He went to him and kneeled.

“We have a common enemy, you see.”

“Her?”

“Good job. You’re correct.”

“Frankly, you didn’t seem the type. I always thought you were her little puppy.”

Ayushmaan stuck his hand out and closed it in a fist. Abhay felt a constriction around his heart and screamed.

“I didn’t give you permission to insult me.”

He shook his head and let go. This entire family was full of nuisances.

“I can’t wait to let you go. Maybe you can do me a favor and make a snack out of your wife too. You must be parched.”

That he was. Besides Ayushmaan’s voice, he was intensely focused on his heartbeat. His tongue swiped across his lower lip. Anything would taste good right now. Especially Piya.

If I hurt her…

He shut his eyes tight.

“Oh, I’ll make sure you won’t hesitate to do such a thing….once a vampire is thirsty enough, lines blur…”

Abhay tried to change the topic.

“I thought you wanted to use me to lure her here. Why let me go?”

“That’s too easy, Abhayendra. Where’s the spectacle in that? I want to kill you both with my own hands, in front of everyone you know and love. You’ll get to watch her die first, and then everyone can watch you depart with her. Oh, I can almost imagine it.”

Sick theatrics was always his favorite. Once he got rid of Maithili he could play around with his food as he wished. She wouldn’t do it anyways. Still a cowardly princess underneath it all. He left for the table again, mixing ingredients into a small cauldron. Abhay snarled. The smell was repulsive. Smoke filled the air.

He was tired, and worried for Piya’s safety. No doubt she was in safe hands, but knowing her, she would be trying to look for him. In fact, he felt like she was here, somewhere. It was a small feeling that created a knot in his throat. The crescent moon on his chest glowed like it did when she touched it, but when it faded, it felt painful.

Piya?!

Was she trying to reach him somehow? He closed his eyes, trying to find the connection. A view of the dying edelweiss hill filled the empty vision for just a few seconds, from the top looking down at the bottom. He presumed she was there, but couldn’t be sure.

Please don’t look for me, Piya. It’s a trap, he thought, hoping she could hear something.

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There was only one person who could both send chills up Mandu’s spine and also create an eerie comforting presence. She hurried to make sure Piya was inside and investigated the gardens of their home. There she found Maithili sitting in the grass, amongst the rose bushes.

Twirling a rose between her index finger and thumb, she bled all over her hand from the cuts of the thorns. She used to love tending to these beautiful things. Making perfect plants grow from just the wave of her hand was monotonous.

“Didi…I didn’t know you enjoyed caring for flowers. This is not done. You never told me.”

“Why are you here?” She asked, glaring.

“I was feeling…lonely.” She replied, burning the rose in her hands and instantly sprouting a new one on the bush in its place. It looked perfect, beyond the limits of perfection in fact.

Mandu took a step back towards the front doors of the mansion, worried that she would harm Piya. She drew her dagger, and held it taut behind her back. The leather around the hilt deformed from her grip.

“If I were to die, right here, right now, would you cry, Didi?”

Maithili looked at her with a peculiar smile and tilted her head to the side, plucking the too perfect rose and dropping it to the ground. It dissolved immediately, rotting the grass around it. She ground her heel into the soil.

“Why so quiet? Please talk to me.”

“I have nothing to say to you.”

“How’s your replacement son? I hear he’s quite the adorable one.”

Mandu lunged forward and sunk her dagger into Maithili’s shoulder. Even she was taken aback at how Maithili took it without fighting back. She pulled it out and backed off, while the latter gripped her shoulder and began to cackle.

“I never thought you would take one of my kind in like that. Makes me jealous.”

“I won’t let you repeat the past. I know what to protect my family from this time. As for Vihaan, he won’t turn out like the rest of you.”

She gripped the dagger harder, poising it in front of her chest. Maithili let her hand drop from the wound as it filled itself. Only some blood soaked her sleeve. She ran towards Mandu, and wrapped her arms around her shoulders in a hug.

Why is she–?

Mandu tried to push her away, but suddenly found her ankles and feet bound to the ground by thick vines. Fangs now out, she tore into her throat.

“Ouch…..didi….” Maithili backed off and held her neck. “First Abhayendra, now you…..both hurting me like this….”

“Where is he?!” Mandu hissed.

“I don’t really know. I let Ayushmaan take care of him. Don’t worry, no matter what I do, I can’t bring myself to kill him.”

Mandu opened her mouth, then heard a slight thump on the window on the second floor. It seemed that Piya caught on to their visitor. They made eye contact, and Mandu shook her head. Maithili followed her eyes, and laughed.

“You have a new son, and a new sister. Then why do you cry after hurting me?”

Cry?

She didn’t notice it until Maithili said it. Her eyes were wet and warm. Cheeks streaked red. The dagger began to shake in her fist.

“Please, let your new little sister know that if she wishes to see Abhayendra again, to meet me at the palace in two nights. I’m tired of waiting for her to drag her feet on her own.”

Maithili looked at Piya through the upstairs window one more time, smirked, and vanished once again. The dagger finally slipped from Mandu’s fingers. Clouds gathered, and washed the blood away into the soil nearest the resting place of the rose.

Let's see, what happens and who piya save abhay Or get trap.

Originally posted by: Abhiya_cute

Let's see, what happens and who piya save abhay Or get trap.

yes let's see 😊