Whispers Of Past

The Painful Void

Author Pov

It is a rainy night, darkness occasionally replaced by lightening accompanied by clapping of Thunder. A child, barely four years old was sitting near the window, putting his hands on his ears, blocking the sounds which seems to be scary for his age. A cascade of tears streamed down his face as began to shiver not due to cold but due to awakening of a painful flashback. A maid rushed in.

Boy said" Please don't touch me. I need my mommy. please " The maid tried her best to calm him down but all it seems in vain. The hurt was too deep.

A strong looking handsome man with man in his early thirties entered the room urgently. He had grey orbs and black hair just like the little boy. The man asked the maid " How long?"

Maid- " Almost fifteen minutes Sir"

The man took the boy securely in his embrace and cooed him in the voice which would be quite unrecognizable for the ones who knew him but it was very familiar to the little boy. Man- " How is my superhero doing? Shh, don't cry, Dad is here, u r my brave Ahaan Rajwanshi right? "

Ahaan's POV

I was playing In my nursery when I heard the sound the thunder. I am so scared of this. I don't know why I get flashbacks of a man screaming , a woman laughing and a house filled with fire in such a night. I felt my heart racing and my body has begun shaking , within minutes tears streamed down my face. I have seen in cartoons and TV shows that when kids get afraid they run to their mom and hide in her arms.But I don't have her in my life. Babita, our maid, a good aunty ran to me only to see me shrinking away from her touch. I don't know why this us happening but I am helpless afterall I am just scared little boy.

My heart leaped a little when U saw my entering, he took me in his arms , consoling me though it couldn't meet my need for a mother but it was soothing. I relaxed in his embrace within some minutes but my baby sniffs and hiccups continued.

Ranveer's POV

I was returning home when a sudden thunderstorm dived in. My thoughts immediately went to Ahaan about how beautiful reaction he gives to such an weather. what now this f*****g traffic jam, hell no. A red signal. The traffic police has halted the cars in our side, the constant horns were invading my eardrums it felt. I looked up from my phone and nearly shouted the the man sitting on passenger seat, he was dark, with a tattooed hands , a scar crossing his defined face indicating his involvement in harsh business, "Ryan un police walo ko boldo ki unki carelessness ki wajsh se mujhe koi takleef hui to ...." Ryan please tell show the police your face once and tell that if this carelessness causes me any trouble then.......". Ryan, my most trusted man went out to have a conversation with the police. The officer immediately rushed to my Thar. He said, Sorry Mr. Rajwanshi we didn't notice your car please we are extremely sorry."

" Next time be aware if you don't want your job life to be cut short, now make my way I am not interested in this conversation". The officer's face paled but he made my way. Reaching my penthouse, I rushed to my son's nursery only to see him cowering at the corner of his bed. Babita , our maid was standing at the edge with a concerned look in her eyes. f**k, I am fifteen minutes later unforgivable. I rushed to Ahaan wrapping my arms around my brave boy , stroking his soft her, cooing gently, his body was shaking with sobs. This view never fails to shatter my heart into millions pieces. Sometimes I feel that I am the one who is basically responsible for my son's misery but I know I have to stay strong for his sake and for SAKE OF VENGEANCE.

After sometime his sobs subsided, I kissed his forehead softly" That's like my brave boy, you are my Everything little starlight." Then Babita brought me a bowl of curry chawal. "My little star, say aa, you will eat like a good boy of Papa, right?" He nodded and with that I fed him half bowl after which he puckered his face pleading no more. I wanted to protest but I held back knowing probably he couldn't ear much after that panic attack.

Forgetting about my own meal. I scooped him up in my arms and carried him to my bed as it would be a terrible mistake to let him sleep alone after such an incident.

I still regret that day roughly 3 yrs ago and everything that lead to such a nightmare.

Putting him on bed , I cradled hik close to my chest. He said suddenly, "Mr. Green told Me to bring my Mom to School. But I don't Have my mom. Why don't I have A Mom? Please Dad bring my mom I promise I will be Your brave boy".

"Sorry my Prince", My eyes welled up, "Your dad will always b There for you. You are my brave boy Ahaan I will meet Mr. Green with u Tomorrow". My voice dropped to a whisper.

But having someone In her place in my life Is intolerable for me. Only she is the owner Of my soul. Even when we were separated she is th on Person I will ever worship. Nothing will ever draw my heart like her.

After some moments my boy slept, his soft cute snores were music to my ears soothing the burning sensation which glows brightly every night since that fateful day. I walked to bar and poured myself a glass of whiskey which I gulped down in one go. The liquor's bitter and burning taste matched the turmoil in my heart. With that I walked to my bed at 2am roughly. Laying beside my Ahaan I forced myself into a restless rest.

(Dear readers there are many secrets that will unfold in this story. So it is a remainder to keep patience. If you like the part please comment a heart)

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