Scarred Love - Chapter 108

The call ‘Bhaisa’ pierced through Rudra’s mind like an arrow shattering every single thing inside. 

Only the sound of a small girl giggling and laughing stayed. Suddenly it was replaced with a shriek and then a painful wail struck like a broken cord inside his head.

He wanted that wail to end.

He wanted everything to end, most of all his memories, which had destroyed each and every part of him.

Kabir felt Rudra struggling in his arms but he did not let go. Then suddenly Rudra backed and both slipped on the floor.

Kabir was about to sideline Rudra but it was too late. He fell on the broken glass and Kabir saw shredded shards tearing his shirt and puncturing his skin.

But still, he squirmed trying hard to escape from Kabir’s arms.

“BHAISA!” Kabir screamed with fear and pain looking at all the blood accumulating on the floor.

However, Rudra’s struggles were relentless.

Scar’s senses became sharp again just as she shook herself up. She jumped on Rudra’s body trying her best to keep him stationary but he still kept moving.

Kabir could feel his own hands jabbing at the glass pieces and any minute now they would wound him too. Just as he was thinking of other alternatives, he heard a faint murmur in the corridor.

Bhaiya!

 “BHAIYA!”

Viman rushed into the room and ran towards them. Circling his arms from another side, he pressed Rudra’s back to his chest tightly and held his head in his palms.

“Please, Rudra, calm down,” he said but he knew that his brother was beyond listening.

Both brothers held onto Rudra till he stopped struggling but then the shivers started that shook his body uncontrollably.

With the shots in hand, Ram dashed inside the room.

“Ram, the shots, fast,” Viman commanded trying to hold onto his brother.

Ram shook the pre-filled syringe and tore open Rudra’s shirt, and then injected the first shot. Manna gave him another and he injected that one too. But somehow both shots didn’t make any effect.

The tremors continued.

Manna looked at Viman just as he picked up the third shot and when he nodded, he handed it over to Ram who jabbed the pre-filled syringe in Rudra’s arm.

And his body slumped with sedation as the soporific liquid got mixed with his blood. His demons disappeared and his inner-self slowly went off to sleep.

But seconds before his eyes closed, his vision cleared and he saw a huddled figure at the corner. Suddenly the figure raised its head and looked at him.

The burning fiery eyes stabbed his soul with their intensity and bored into his mind.

He knew those eyes.

“Ish-Ishani!” her name stumbled out his lips as his eyes lost the power to perceive any further.

Rudra’s body slumped against his both brothers’ who looked at each other with amazement just as they heard the name.

Slowly Viman let him go and waited for Kabir to do the same. Just as he did all four of them picked Rudra up and settled him upside down on the bed.

The minute Kabir let go he fell back on the bed clutching his injured arm.

“Kabir!”

“Bhaiya, I’m fine. It’s just a small cut.”

Ram pulled him up and started to check the wound but his eyes kept drifting to the pieces of glass stuck on Rudra’s back.

“Manna, get some towels and warm water, we need to get these pieces out,” Viman said as he started to rip open Rudra’s shirt.

Kabir grimaced a little just as Ram started to clean his wound and bandaged it. As soon as it was done, he rushed to Viman’s side and started to help his brother take out the glass pieces from his brother’s back.

“Have you called Amar Bhaiya?” he asked taking a piece out.

“I have, he should be here any moment.”

Both brothers worked meticulously as words failed them. Time and again their attention was diverted by Rudra’s incoherent murmurs and his shivers.

Manna walked in with a bowl of water and some towels and handed them over to them. Then he and Ram too took to the task of removing the glass pieces.

By the time they were done Scar had already climbed on the bed and rested her head on Rudra’s and started to lick his face gently trying to soothe his sore mind.

Viman took out his phone and was about to call Amar when he entered the room. But just as his eyes rested on Rudra, he stopped. His gaping mouth was enough to signal that he was shocked to the see him this way.

Shaking his head, he picked up his bag and came near the bed and started with his work.

None of them said a word as there was nothing to say. All of them needed time to digest what had happened but now was not the time to do it.

Viman’s phone started to ring and he went out of the room to answer it. A few minutes later he came inside and saw Kabir looking at him questioningly.

“Baba!”

Saying this Viman looked at the bed where Manna was sitting holding Rudra’s hand as Amar dressed his back. But Ram was standing near Rudra’s feet watching closely. Just as Amar finished, he walked over to the intercom on the coffee table.

“Get the car ready and tell Rohit to get the jet ready in another hour, we are leaving for Delhi.”

Viman and the others looked at him strangely but he didn’t pay any heed.

“Ram, Rudra needs rest. He can’t fly right now,” Amar said looking at him angrily.

“I am sorry Amar Bhaiya but I can’t help it. I’m just following orders. And even if Hukum hadn’t ordered I would’ve done the same. I won’t allow him to breathe the same air as the Raijdas family,” Ram replied and started to leave the room.

But before he left the room his eyes fell on the street that was visible from the window in the room.

Ishani crossed the road and then stopped on the pavement. Her tears had dried up long ago. She looked up and Ram’s eyes meshed with her. The next minute she looked away and started to walk in the opposite direction.

She started to walk away from him.

Ram shook his head and then looked at the unconscious and wounded figure on the bed. There was nothing he could do.

There was nothing anybody could do to mend the past.

If only it hadn’t happened.

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