Chapter 53 - Old wounds (Unedited) (2/2)

”Ayush—”

Sameer held Sahil by the back of his collar and pushed him in the direction of the door. ”Shut up. I don't want to hear another word. That's enough. Do you think Eshan would appreciate this kind of behavior? Just leave, Sahil and don't bother coming back.”

Sahil stumbled because of an unexpected push from Sameer but he balanced himself in time. Sahil turned around and this time the anger in his eyes had risen to an altogether different level. Instead of looking at anyone, he turned his gaze at me and didn't try to hide his murderous intentions and hate.

The wave of pure panic hit me. I haven't been on the receiving end of such anger for a long time.

His eyes.

His eyes reminded me of that man.

The man I had tried forgetting so hard. I even wished to suffer from amnesia so that I could forget that part of my past.

I wanted to leave, I wanted to run. Sahil scared me. His eyes were scaring me. For me, they weren't his eyes but the eyes that belonged to the man who was, unfortunately, my father.

”Do you know what she did? She accused Eshan of having an affair. Do you believe, Eshan? The man who took her in when he could have found someone better, she accused him.”

”What?” Collective surprised or rather shocked gasps rang around me but as if I couldn't understand what was going on. My senses long ago had stopped working. My eyes were glued on the Sahil's as if they were being controlled. I couldn't move them. My whole body was paralyzed in fear.

”That's nonsense. Sahil, shut up.”

”What? You will believe the girl whom you know from the only couple of months but not me. What purpose do I have for saying this? This woman, here is the real villain. Since she came into our lives, nothing is the same. We are fighting because of her. If not for her do you think Eshan will behave irresponsibly? One month. It's been one month and we have no news of him. And, here this woman is enjoying the misfortune of our friend.” Sahil shouted angrily.

Sahil's outburst scared me more. It was the same. My father used to be this angry. The present and past combined together were now creeping on my whole being. My back was drenched in my sweat. My forehead was perspiring. Instead of Sahil, my mind was showing me my father's face. The face that was blurry all these years. I knew my mind was playing tricks but I couldn't help it. I couldn't control my body that was shivering in fright.

I didn't realize how it happened but one moment I was watching Sahil arguing with others and in the next moment I saw Sahil's angry figure rushing towards me. At that moment, not only was his face replaced in my mind but the whole person. The person rushing towards me with the intent of killing was not Sahil but… my father.