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Varun's growls echoed through the room, a primal, guttural sound filled with torment. His body was slick with sweat, muscles tensed, each breath labored as if he were fighting something deep inside himself.
Dressed only in sweatpants, his bare chest glistened under the soft glow of the moonlight filtering through the shattered window.
The light cast eerie shadows on his skin, highlighting the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, the disheveled hair clinging to his damp forehead.
He looked wild, dangerous, barely humanâlike a beast on the edge of breaking free.
"Veda..." he mumbled, the name escaping his lips like a prayer, or a curse. He was pacing, back and forth, his movements erratic and restless, as though the very act of standing still would cause him to implode.
His room was in shamblesâfurniture overturned, books strewn across the floor, curtains ripped from their hinges. It looked as though a tornado had torn through the place, but the real storm was Varun himself.
His mind was caught in a vicious loop, the same image flashing before him over and over againâVeda. Her face, her voice, her laugh... with another guy. It drove him mad, fueled the fury that simmered beneath his skin, threatening to consume him whole.
"Veda loves me. YES! Yes, she does!" he snarled, his voice cracking with desperation. "She loves me!" He repeated the words like a mantra, trying to convince himself, trying to drown out the gnawing doubt that clawed at the edges of his mind.
Outside the door, Yash, Amrit, his mother, his younger sister Twinkle, and a few security guards stood in tense silence.
The air was thick with anxiety, the walls barely containing the chaos that raged within the room. No one dared to enter.
A furious Varun was more dangerous than anyone could imagine. The guards, trained and experienced, exchanged wary glances. Even they knew that facing him in this state was not an option.
His mother, her face pale and drawn, stood clutching the sides of her shawl, her hands trembling.
She could barely look at the door, her eyes red and swollen from crying.
"Oh my God, Varun." she whispered, her voice breaking as she brought a hand to her mouth, trying to stifle the sobs that threatened to escape. Tears streamed down her face, and she shook her head in helpless despair.
"Why canât he let her go? Why, after all these years? Itâs been five years... this obsession... itâs killing him."
Twinkle, Varunâs younger sister, stood beside her mother, her wide, innocent eyes brimming with fear.
She clung to her motherâs hand, barely understanding the gravity of the situation but sensing the tension that gripped everyone. She looked up at Yash and Amrit, her voice small and shaky.
"Will Varun be okay?" she asked, her lips quivering.
Amrit bent down to her level, giving her a gentle smile that didnât quite reach his eyes.
"He will, Twinkle. Weâll make sure of it."
But even as he said the words, his gaze flicked to Yash, and the worry in his eyes was unmistakable.
Varunâs outbursts were getting worse, more violent. Each episode seemed to escalate beyond the last, and no one knew how much longer they could contain him.
"The syringe again? It feels like it's losing its effect." Varunâs mother murmured, her voice filled with dread.
"This... this is getting out of hand. What if one day it doesn't work at all? What then?" Her voice cracked, and she covered her face with her hands, unable to hold back her sobs any longer.
Amrit stood, his face tight with concern, but he forced a calm smile for her sake.
"Donât worry, Aunty. Weâll handle it, like we always do. We know what to do." He placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You should go rest. Weâve got this under control."
"But..." she started to protest, her eyes pleading, filled with a mother's helplessness.
"I promise." Amrit cut her off gently. "Weâll calm him down. You donât need to see him like this. Just trust us."
Twinkle looked up at her mother, pulling gently at her sleeve. "Mama, let's go. Varun will be okay, right?"
With a final, shaky nod, Varunâs mother allowed herself to be led away, her sobs quiet but heart-wrenching.
The guards remained stationed outside the door, but even they seemed uncertain, shifting nervously as the sounds from inside Varun's room grew louder.
As soon as his mother and sister were out of sight, Amritâs smile faded, and he let out a long, exhausted breath.
"Weâre running out of options, Yash. This canât keep happening."
Yash glanced at the door, hearing the crashes and muttered, fevered words coming from within.
He swallowed hard, his hand tightening around the syringe in his pocket.
"We need to sedate him. Again." His voice was grim, filled with the weight of too many nights like this one. "But Amrit... sheâs right. Itâs not working the way it used to. Heâs getting worse."
"I know." Amrit muttered, his brow furrowed in frustration. "But what choice do we have? If we donât, heâll tear the place apartâor worse, hurt someone."
Inside the room, Varun's voice rose, his growls turning into a twisted sort of plea.
"Why canât she love me? She does love me! She has to!" His pacing had grown more frantic, his fists clenched, nails digging into his palms until they bled.
His chest heaved with ragged breaths, his mind spiraling further into madness.
Yashâs fingers closed around the syringe, pulling it out slowly, his heart pounding in his chest. "Amrit, letâs go. Before he gets any worse."
Amrit nodded, steeling himself for what was to come. They had done this before, but each time felt like they were playing with fire, never knowing when theyâd finally lose control completely.
Together, they stepped toward the door, bracing themselves for the storm waiting on the other side.
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Another scene....
"Ugh, and she was trying to stick it up his ass." Amrit grimaced as he spoke, his face contorting in disgust. Yash rolled his eyes, clearly unimpressed by the conversation.
"I still don't get why you keep wasting your time on a whore." Yash muttered under his breath, irritation lacing his tone. He had always been blunt with his opinions, and today was no different.
As usual, Varun paid no attention to their chatter, his expression unreadable as the trio walked down the college hallway, heading toward their next class.
He was always the silent one, distant and unreachable, lost in his own dark world. Yash and Amrit had grown accustomed to it.
Suddenly, Diya appeared in front of them, her presence instantly shifting the atmosphere.
They halted as she blocked their path, her gaze locked onto Varun with that same unshakable affection she always wore.
It was almost painful(very painful) to watch her so smitten with someone who barely acknowledged her existence.
"Hi, Varun." she said softly, her voice tinged with a nervous excitement. Her eyes were wide, filled with longing, as she looked up at him.
But Varun's face remained cold, his jaw clenched tightly. He blinked, but no warmth came to his gaze.
"Hey, Diya." Amrit greeted casually, trying to cut through the awkwardness, but she ignored him completely. Her focus remained solely on Varun, as though the other two didn't exist.
"Move." Varun's voice came out in a low, unfeeling growl, as cold as his expression.
Diya flinched slightly, but instead of stepping aside, she moved closer, her eyes pleading with him to notice her, to care.
"I donât think itâs a good idea, Diya. You need to step aside. We're running late." Yash said, his tone as firm as ever. He was always the one trying to keep things in order, the practical one. But Diya wasnât listening.
"Varun, I just needâ"
Before she could finish, Varun walked passed, leaving her standing there, stunned. Diyaâs eyes widened, the rejection hitting her hard.
Her friends were watching from a distance, and she could feel the judgment in their stares. She couldnât afford to be humiliated, not again. Not in front of everyone.
In a desperate move, she reached out and grabbed his arm, her fingers wrapping around the tense muscles beneath his skin. Yash and Amrit exchanged uneasy glances. They knew what was coming next.
If there was one thing Varun hated more than anything, it was being touched without his consent.
Varunâs entire body stiffened as if her touch had ignited something dangerous within him. He spun around swiftly, his hand darting out to grab her by the throat.
A collective gasp erupted from the students nearby, shocked by the sudden violence.
"I have fucking told youânever touch me!" Varun's voice was a feral growl, his grip tightening around Diyaâs neck.
She struggled against him, her hands clawing at his arm as she gasped for air, her face turning red from the lack of oxygen.
"Oh my God! What the hell is wrong with you?" A sharp voice broke through the chaos. Veda.
Varunâs heart lurched at the sound of her voice, the only voice that could ever break through his rage.
The tension in his body slackened almost instantly as she stepped forward, her hand gently resting on his, coaxing him to release his grip on Diya.
Vedaâs presence was a force all its own, and Varunâs grip loosened.
Diya fell to the ground, gasping for breath, her hands clutching her bruised neck.
Veda knelt beside her, concern etched into her features as she helped Diya to her feet.
"Are you okay?" Veda asked softly, her voice kind but distant, as if she were tending to a stranger. Diya nodded weakly, still trembling, but her eyes were filled with fear. She didnât dare look at Varun again.
Veda stood up and fixed Varun with a sharp, disapproving glare.
"Youâre insane." she muttered under her breath, though the words cut him deeply. Without another word, she guided Diya toward the school nurse, leaving Varun standing there, motionless.
"S-she..." Varun started to speak, but the words died in his throat. He could feel it happening again.
That overwhelming emotion, that loss of control. It was like a storm building inside him, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldnât stop it.
Yash and Amrit exchanged worried looks. They had seen this before, and they knew where it was headed.
"Varun, we need to go." Yash said urgently, tugging at Varunâs arm, trying to pull him away before things escalated any further.
But Varun was already shaking, his breathing coming out in ragged gasps. The rage was consuming him, and there was no stopping it now.
They barely managed to shove him into an empty lecture hall, slamming the door shut behind them and locking it from the inside.
Yashâs heart raced as he tried to stay calm, but he knew it was only a matter of time before Varun lost complete control.
"Varun... you need to calm down." Yash said, his voice trembling despite his efforts to stay composed. But it was useless. Varun wasnât listening.
Varunâs pacing grew frantic, his fists clenching and unclenching, his growls turning into something more animalistic.
His eyes were bloodshot, his muscles straining beneath his skin as if he was about to explode.
"I need her... I need Veda!" Varun snarled, his voice barely human.
"Why can't she love me? She loves me, right?" His words tumbled out in a desperate, obsessive stream, and it was clear to Yash and Amrit that he was no longer thinking rationally.
Amrit frantically searched through his bag, his hands trembling as he looked for the syringe.
Yashâs eyes were locked on Varun, his heart pounding in his chest. They had seen Varun spiral like this before, but it never got any easier.
"Amrit, whereâs the syringe?" Yash demanded, panic rising in his voice as Varunâs rage reached a fever pitch.
Amrit finally pulled it out, his hands shaking as he passed it to Yash.
They exchanged one last look, knowing that this was the only way to stop Varun..For now...
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