Dhairya's Pov:

Hrida and I first met at a business get together.

She was daughter of one of our investors.

Great mind , sharp intelligence, gorgious elegance and an attractive self.

She was genuinely one of a kind.

We got married just after two dates. There was nothing in her that I didn't like and maybe she didn't hate anything about me as well because what I heard her father say was ' she talks about you all the time. She really likes you , Dhairya. '

After two years of marriage we had Urvi , my precious daughter.

This mansion went fucking crazy when everyone got to know that Hrida was pregnant.

Well , it was another story for me but when Urvi first came into my arms , I felt as if I need nothing anymore.

A beautiful baby girl , a perfect wife and me - we made a good family and this was all I had planned but when Hrida died in an accident when Urvi was just two years old , I never knew this perfect small life of mine could crash and end like that.

My demons - which were in control , my habits - that were turning better and my actions - which were making more sense were now all back to square.

I didn't fall apart , but something dangerous that I had kept hidden the darkest parts of myself , started to thrash and craved freedom.

For a while , I stayed in the office , showing that I was depressed after Hrida's death - which I truly was , but the actual reason was so horrific that I couldn't imagine getting back home and behaving normal.

It was impossible for me to act normal now. I was losing control.

The cracks in my soul were now leaking black , hedious ink.

That ink used to pool down my feet and I could see it devouring me - pulling me - engulfing me in a suffocating hold.

But then as time passed , it did take long , but the demons started to go back into their resting mode.

That black ink disappeared as if it never existed. Slowly everything turned fine. I started living with my daughter and took care of her without anyone's help.

Honestly , she was the one who helped me escape my demons. I buried myself in work in daylight and in nights my little pie was there to occupy me with her energetic ethics.

Nonetheless bad habits take long to go away and as Urvi got a little older and things became hastle free , my mind started to dig into me again.

Those thoughts , that hunger , that lust of my evil side resurfaced again.

And this time I had no way to escape.

There was no way to run away.

How am I supposed to run away from myself though?

That craving of that animal inside me - I could hear it growl and claw my insides when I tried to control it and hide it.

It was getting unbearable , immoral and impractical.

So - knowing that what I am putting myself into is hedious and wrong , I gave in , into my demon's lust.

World will see this as a wrong doing but who gives a fuck?

Who ever gave a fuck?

And why would they?

Who are they?

There was no one the first time I became a monster.

They weren't there to stop the animal inside me.

No one was there to block that evilness.

But as much as good I became in controlling my demons in front of the world , there is this specific presence in my house that is again gaslighting it.

Her face makes the animal inside me growl.

I hate the way her gaze matches mine and I sometimes want to scoop out those orbs just because they dare to level up with mine.

No one dares to look me in the eyes.

No one.

Not even my family members dare speak when I do but she? - her foolish audacity to always cut me in between while I am speaking.

She dares to talk when I am talking and she orders me to behave.

That girl Meera - that little fragile glass like woman tells me that I should talk to her " politely ".

I am talking to her , isn't that fucking enough?

Her lone presence boils my blood and weeks ago she was sitting in my car , beside me as if she were my actual wife.

Meera can never be what Hrida was.

I know it. She will know it.

This woman is nothing like my dead wife.

This woman tries to control me ; order me around as if I am some dickheaded puppet!

Hrida was never like this. Yes she was intelligent and that's why she knew when and where to talk and where to remain silent.

My dead wife was obedient. She never asked me questions , never boiled my blood , never ordered me around and most importantly - never tried triggering me but this lady-

Not even a month is over since our so-called marriage and she already has everyone wrapped around her fingers.

Even my daughter that disliked her is now talking to her.

Why cannot they see what this woman is doing to them?

Meera is a psychiatrist. She reads people like books and as much twisted I am - I know she is more fucked than me and that's why I hate her more.

She can read me.

And probably has already done that because now she darts taunting questions to my side , making my blood boil every single time , she knows how to trigger me and even though I am good at controlling my emotions and actions this bitch is making it out of control for me.

That soft shy smile , she is faking it.

I see it.

Because it goes away while talking to me.

Meera becomes mannerless and stubborn with me.

She talks back knowing I hate irrational behaviour.

She rolls her eyes knowing I dislike rudeness and orders me around to talk to her politely or not glare at her as if she fucking can !

My jaw grits in a grinding tightness when I hear my family members laugh in unison at something she has said.

She is wrapping them around her fingers. She is fucking blinding them with her fucked up

tactics.

I have to stop this.

I have to do something before she takes a hold of my family and reads everything about me.