Obsessive Flames of Love

Present Day

Hearing a knock on the door, Tanvi wiped off her tears until her sobs quieted. She stood up reluctantly in front of a mirror with shaky legs and cleaned her face with a wet wipe, set her hair, and composed herself before opening the door.

A bell boy stood there and stared at her swollen eyes while scrutinizing her appearance and he gaped in shock, “your order for breakfast, mam? He asked.

Peeping at him, “I don’t need.” She said and shut the door.

Fell on the bed, hugging the pillow, she grabbed her mobile, which was off for the past three days. Apart from consuming alcohol, she didn’t have any carbs, and she’s sinking into the abyss of a devastating, and depressing state of mind.

…

05:00 AM, 2nd November

By constantly checking on Tanvi, Rudra was blaming himself for her current situation. Curled up on the bed, he’s struggling to sleep any longer and stared at Tanvi’s snap.

Rudra sat upright on the bed and cursed, “Damn! Why didn’t I recognize my feelings for you earlier?”

“Why am I unable to see your tears?” He questioned himself in a heavy tone and racked his hair.

This helplessness was driving him crazy, but there’s nothing he could do to avoid it. Feeling cranky, he dialed Maahir.

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Maahir was in a deep sleep in his room, and suddenly the creaking sound on the wooden nightstand awakened him. Groggily rubbed his eyes, and moved his hands on to his mobile. He checked the caller’s name, it was none other than his Boss! With that, he lifted instantly.

“Maahir!”

“Boss voice sounded more than annoyed.” He thought, and the drowsiness in him vanished.

“Boss! Do you need anything??” Maahir asked.

“I want all team members at the office a few hours early today.”

“But Boss! If we inform them now, it won’t be good.” Maahir warned.

“You dare to object to my order!” Rudra growled at Maahir.

Listening to the offended tone from Rudra, Maahir jumped out of bed and his body stiffened. His eyes widened with realization, “I pissed him off!” Sweat started forming on his forehead, since for the past four days, Rudra was on an employee firing spree.

Maahir’s grip on his tone tightened, and he stayed still terrified not to face the wrath of Rudra at the early dawn.

“I no longer have the courage to against his words in his present temper.” Maahir swallowed the words and stayed silent while his fists curled up in nervousness.

“This isn’t a fucking request! I want them to attend, no matter what!!” Rudra shouted.

“Yes, Boss! I’ll… I’ll make the required arrangements.” Maahir’s body trembled in fear with the authoritative tone.

…

Maahir wiped off his sweat and collapsed onto the soft bed. He gasped heavily until his pounding heartbeat relaxed a little. “What the hell happened?” Stared at the ceiling in a daze, he sighed.

“When was the last time he’s this furious with me?” He worked up in his mind when his brows arched.

Took a heavy breath, “Anyhow, this wasn’t the right time to trigger his rage.” Maahir concluded with a squint and forwarded the information to the members of their team.

In a few minutes, his phone was bombarded with texts from the team members in the group. “What’s with the sudden change?” One of the members questioned.

“What exactly happened?” Another one asked curiously.

“Why our schedule got pushed ahead?” A confused person inquired.

“Answer us, Maahir.” One of them asked with irritation.

Glanced at them, Maahir scratched his head, “Even I don’t know the reason behind this. What can I say to them?” Maahir ridiculed himself.

He gulped and groaned, “Don’t ask the questions to which I don’t have any answers.”

In the next instant, the group was in an uproar seeing the text from Maahir. “What? You didn’t know?”

“Does this ever happened?”

“How can this be possible?”

“Don’t play games with us and split it out!”

“Our poor minds can’t handle this. Blurt it out now!”

Looking at them, Maahir didn’t understand whether he should laugh or cry. “People won’t believe the truth.” He shrugged helplessly.

“However, don’t test Boss’s patience today. Or else, be ready to face his fierceness.” Maahir sent the last bomb and went away to freshen up.

…

Tossed his phone furiously, Rudra went into his home office and sat on the swiveling chair. Grabbed the files that lay on the table, he flipped the documents that were needed for the presentations in the coming days, hoping it’d divert him.

Expectedly, his eyes glued to the reports, and it did relieve him from the distress about Tanvi for a couple of hours. Stretched his arms, he closed the files, and his obsidian-amber eyes rolled onto his watch, “07:00 AM.”

Moved the curtains aside, he savored the morning dawn from the roof touching glass windows, the dense clouds were becoming clear with the bright sun rays. As the light shone onto his nonchalant cold face with full force, he winced.

His mind was a mess from the past four days. Folded his hands and observed the serene sky without batting, and for a second, it soothed his heart.

The liveliness he felt in that moment reminded Tanvi. Placed his hand onto the sprawling glass, he leaned his head onto it, “what can I do to ease your pain, Tanvi?” He mumbled in a mopey tone.

Rudra tore the collar buttons as if he’s suffocated and gasped for air. The turmoil building inside of him with the inability to reduce her agony was driving him insane. His fists clenched intuitively, and his rage got the best of him on reminiscing how Tanvi’s state was.

His stubble looked a little bushy, and his facial features looked pale with the amount of alcohol he’s consuming from the past days. His eyes appeared ruddy with the sleeplessness, yet, the domineering aura from him was still present in him.

The manly aura emanated from him was as charming as ever. Adjusted himself perfectly, he hopped onto his Maserati when Chetan stepped on the accelerator.

Rested his head on the headrest, the longingness of his mother occupied his mind. The fearful nights clouded him, the sound of the gun-shot rang in his ears.

His closed eyes were moving restlessly, his forehead scrunched up, and loud grunts were escaping from his lips. Thick red liquid spilled on the ground and onto his body.

The clothes he wore were drenched in blood, and the pungent smell is nauseating him. The earsplitting cries were making his throat hoarse. Sweat dripping down his face.

There lay the lifeless body in front of him, and he opened his eyes strenuously while panting heavily for air. Wiped off the sweat, he sighed with the emotional turbulence that’s pushing him out of track.

“I couldn’t have my mother because she’s not present anymore. But, if I lose you now, hell will break loose, Tanvi.” He uttered each word with such a determination that Chetan shivered on seeing his seriousness from the mirror.

Suddenly, his phone buzzed in his pocket. With the tune, he picked instantly without glancing at the screen.

“Boss!!! Usually, by this time, Ms. Tanvi will be on her way to the office. But today, she’s still in her room.” They said.

Listening to it, Rudra remained silent for a while, his frustration increased drastically, his muscles tightened, and the veins popped out. “Let’s wait for some more time and update me If she’s not out of her room.”

“Okay, Boss!!!!”

His lips pressed into a thin line, a cold and angry look appeared on his face.