As soon as Prakhar left, something broke in Kunwar's eyes.Without wasting a second, he strode toward his car, opened the door, and slammed it shut.
The moment the ignition turned on, the car growled—as if his inner restlessness had seeped into the engine itself.He pressed the accelerator with full force—
Speedometer: 180... 200... 220...He had no idea when the city's lights faded behind him.
The bodyguards' cars had long been left behind.Now it was just him... and the burning fire within.
Finally, he found a deserted road—darkness all around, the silence of night.
Kunwar hit the brakes—the tires screamed.The car stopped with a jolt, and for a moment, he forgot to breathe.
"Why!!!"His scream tore through the silence.
He struck the steering wheel with both hands.Once... twice... again and again...
"Why is it always me… why is it always taken away from me... the one I consider mine!"
Tears streamed down his face—but he no longer had the strength to even wipe them away.
Now, he wasn't screaming—he was sobbing uncontrollably.Forehead resting on the steering wheel, his body trembling...
"What was my fault..."His voice cracked—"Why don't they ever stay... why does everyone leave me like this... why...?"
His body shook.
The car's headlights had long gone out...Pitch darkness all around, and in the middle of it stood Kunwar—his chest heaving, breath ragged, eyes bloodshot—and his face... desolate.
He looked up at the sky, as if demanding an answer from some divine power—"He belongs to me! Do you hear me?"
"Since childhood... since childhood I've been told he's mine... brought into this world for me... he's my part... my world..."He punched the ground.
"Then why... why does someone always come and snatch everything away from me!"His voice trembled.
"What's my fault? What am I lacking? Tell me!!"He screamed—as if begging for an answer from himself, from God, from the universe.
Then he paused. Raised his head. His eyes had turned cold.
"You are mine, Prakhar Joshi..."His eyes now held a chilling obsession... madness.
"Even if I have to kill someone for it... or end myself…"He pounded his chest—"This Kunwar will never back down!"
"I'm a bloody devil who just thinks about himself..."His lips trembled, but his voice was stone-cold."Yes, I'm selfish. The most selfish."
He wiped his tears—now there was only madness in his eyes... and a terrifying calm.
"What I want... I will have... and I don't give a damn about the world."
Prakhar's Diary
Day 21
A month is almost up...I have very little time left now...
But today, for the first time, I realized—If I can't have you,Can I not at least capture the moments spent with you?
Maybe I can... and I want to.
Today when I looked at myself in the mirror—A laugh escaped me...Because I was searching for myself in the dark.
And right at that moment—you came...Like light seeping through a crack in a locked room.
In that one moment, I understood...That in mourning the future,I've been crushing the happiness of the present.
But not anymore...Not now.
Before you came,My life was like a dry leaf—Detached, lying on the ground... lifeless.
Crushed beneath others' egos,Voiceless.
And then you arrived—Like a drop of dew.One soft touch,And the dryness was soaked.
These moments may not be enough for goodbye,But maybe... they're enough to live.
When I return—I will carry these emotions with me.
And living...might just be possible again.
Prakhar smiled, closed the diary, and carefully placed it back in the drawer.His face looked calmer than ever before.
He glanced at his phone screen—Multiple missed calls and messages from Kunwar were still flashing,All of which he had ignored throughout the day.
He looked at the phone for a moment—And then turned the screen off.
Then he went over to Diamond,Who was already curled up near his pillow.Sitting beside him, Prakhar gently stroked his fur and stared up at the ceiling.
Soon enough,Fatigue took over... and sleep came.
Kunwar was now slumped against his car—One hand holding a bottle of liquor, the other a cigarette.He took a long swig—His throat burned,But his face remained unreadable.
He brought the cigarette to his lips, took a deep drag—Smoke exited his lungs as redness settled in his eyes.After a while, that redness wasn't from anger anymore—It was heartbreak.
Suddenly, he hurled the bottle to the ground—A few drops of alcohol splashed on his feet,And the shattered glass scattered like fragments of his sighs.
The Next Morning
Prakhar had slipped back into his daily routine—making breakfast, tending to the garden.Diamond sat nearby, close to the flowers.
Just then, a voice came from behind—"Hey... are you free?"Shrey asked with a soft smile.
Prakhar looked up and replied without smiling—"No. I'm very expensive."
Shrey rolled his eyes—"Can't you ever give a straight answer?"
Prakhar raised his brows, then gave a faint smile—"Nope. I've gotten used to you..."
Shrey was startled.It felt like hearing an alien speak a human language.He took a step back and suspiciously said—"Prakhar Joshi... this sweet? Something's fishy..."
"You don't have a fever, do you?"Shrey pretended to feel his forehead.
"No, but if you're sensing something, maybe you have it... of me."Prakhar said with a wink.
Shrey made a face—"Now you're flirting too... you'll drive me insane."
"Anyway, why were you asking?"Prakhar asked while watering the plants.
"I have a basketball match today, so... if you—"Shrey started, hesitating—
"I'll be there. Give it your best."Prakhar cut him off.
Shrey stared at him in shock—like he couldn't believe it was the same Prakhar.
He stood there for a few moments, then turned to leave.Just then Prakhar called out—"Shrey..."
Shrey turned around and Prakhar smiled and said—"All the best."
Shrey's face lit up. He gave the brightest smile and hopped away.
Behind him, Prakhar chuckled softly.