12. Devathe

Chapter-12

Shiva's POV

The date was May 28th. I was on duty. Syed was just released from jail and I was waiting for the news.

Approximately three years ago he did something which he shouldn't have done. And everyone who was involved, who knew the plan and executed it, paid the ultimate price - their bloody life.

Except this son of a bitch - Syed.

He went underground and absconded for a few months while the records said, he was serving jail time for attempted murder.

His small dick brain thought I was a fool, and I would believe the fake records and let him go.

That's funny because I am called Ratha for a reason. My memory is sharp, my skills are sharper and I have trained myself to eliminate such traitors.

When Mansoor, my right hand and my trusted man informed me about Syed's release, I was on cloud nine.

The thrill I get when I see extreme fear in their eyes is incomparable to any other high.

It almost feels euphoric.

Almost because I have found the one who gives me a euphoric rush with just batting her eyes.

When her lips tilt and form into a big curve, I feel like I am on cloud nine.

I'm not sure how it'd feel to be inside her. Maybe nirvana is the word. I'd die a happy man after making her mine in every sense.

It was just like any other day. Chasing Syed was boring. I knew I'd catch him within snap seconds and I did.

Punching him like a sandbag didn't satiate me, because, I was yearning to see the life draining out his eyes, slowly, painfully.

And that's when my Devathe (goddess) showed up!

Well, she is a goddess in every sense.

Even the canvas isn't that flawless, her skin is. So radiating, beyond comparison.

Her honey-brown eyes are like a pool of lights.

Despite my great distaste or dislike towards brown eyes, I cannot stop myself from falling into the depths of her honey pools.

They always glitter with warmth.

They are pure and bright. There is also something else that she hides.

They speak of tales, untold and deep, overshadowed words, secrets they keep.

Her smile is so beautiful, a celestial art. Every time she smiles, I feel a symphony in my heart. Her smile is what captured my heart in the first place.

Her face is so adorable. It's what they call a divine creation. Every time I look at her, I feel like my soul is on flight.

I'm lost in the magic of love at first sight.

Her essence, Enchanting my senses, with a tender poise. She smells divine.

Oh...divine.

When I circled my hands around her waist, slender waist...her skin underneath the fabric felt so soft.. like the petals of roses.

And so, she is receiving red roses.

They're so like her. Beautiful yet dangerous.

It feels like she is playing a game, a dangerous game with me.

I have never written a letter in these 30 years of my life. Not even a leave letter when I was a kid.

That day when Chintu spoke about his new teacher, simultaneously, I was going through her profile.

After a thorough background search, I learnt so many things about her. Intriguing.

She is from Bangalore, the only kid to her parents and comes from a joint family. She did all her studies in Banglore.

She is now working as a child psychologist at Luminary Academy - the school which is sponsored by the Arasu family.

As per the information secured by Mansoor, she doesn't have a boyfriend.

One less person to kill.

It'd be a shame or a silly reason for others, but it'd be an honour to kill anyone who comes in between me and Paaru.

Chintu- my nephew, never spoke about any teachers lovingly. He is kinda silent when I am around. But that day, he was talking about his teacher and when I realised that the girl I love and his teacher are the same, again, I was intrigued.

She captured my attention at first sight.

It was love, I realised it after some days.

The date was June 10th, she was wearing a white dress and, a light shade of red lipstick, her wavy hairs were set free and she was looking breathtakingly beautiful.

I think Beautiful is a short word.

Param sundari.

She was playing with the kids, like a kid herself. I will never forget the way she smiled at Manav that day.

It is the most beautiful smile I have ever seen.

I've never admired anyone like I admired her that day. I felt like some stupid teenager, hiding behind the compounds, ogling at his crush.

And when she turned around and smiled, I knew it was meant for Manav...but my sick mind and sick heart were not ready to accept the fact.

In my mind, she smiled at me.

When she smiled, my heart skipped several beats. I felt this extreme rush of euphoria running through my veins. I felt like I was on cloud nine.

Even the climax doesn't feel that good.

It was pure Nirvana.

And that's when I decided to make her mine, in the true sense.

Her name is Parul, Parul Yadav. I call her Paaru.

I don't believe in destiny and stars, or whatever it is.

But look at the coincidence. I am Shiva and she is Paaru. My Paaru.

In mythology, Parvathi is the consort of Shiva.

In reality, Paaru is the rightful consort of Shiva.

We belong together.

Her name alone is enough to bring an ecstatic feeling.

She is like a drug and I am consuming it knowing very well that I'd end up an addict.

It doesn't matter now. Does it?

The moment she looked at me with those beautiful fear-filled eyes, her fate was decided.

She belongs to Shiva Raj Aras.

Paaru is a kind-hearted woman. She treats everyone with love and care. Her eyes glitter with pure love every time she looks at those little kids. For some odd reasons, I've always felt them annoying but Paaru likes them, so it doesn't matter for me. As long as she likes, it'll be at her feet, waiting for her to feast upon her desires.

She is also naive. I expected a little smartness from her. Well, she is smart.

The fact that she is hiding the news of being stalked from everyone is solid proof of it. She knows what happens if she lets everyone know about a psycho stalker killer. That's what she named Ratha, isn't she?

Psycho stalker plus killer! Nice nickname though.

If that's what she likes to call me. Be it then.

I know how to make her scream my name when I am balls-deep buried inside her warm pussy. She'd be pleading me to stop, but I wouldn't stop until her pleading turns into desperate begging for more.

She'll be craving me like I am craving her.

With every kiss, touch, and thrust, she will moan and scream my name. My true name ~Ratha.

Apart from the fact that she is trying to protect Aditi, Aryan and her family, she is really naive.

Quite a tease too.

She is obsessing over Ratha like I am obsessed over her. I won't hide it. I'm not ashamed to admit it.

Yes. It's true. I, Shiva Raj Aras, is obsessed with Parul. My Paaru.

At first, I asked Mansoor to stalk her and the moment he agreed, I felt something. It was Jealousy.

I didn't want him watching her 24/7. It should be me. Only me.

So, I asked him to follow her everywhere, not stalking. He gives me every update about her.

Mansoor calls her Bhabhi (sister-in-law) and if he or anyone dares to look at her in a wrong way, not even in a wrong way, just look at her, they'd end up dead.

They will be slaughtered into two halves and hung near the entrance of Jivapur.

It'd be so much bloody work. But I'd passionately do it.

Well, there is one bitch that's been hanging around her. Aryan!

He knows what happens if he tries to mess with me.

He did it before and he is doing it again. Well, history is repeating itself. But this time, no promises can save him. Nobody can stop me from savagely slaughtering him.

I haven't killed him yet because of Chintu. He is only three and I don't want him to be an orphan.

Chintu deserves a father. Well, Aryan is a good father.

And my mother won't appreciate it if I try to hurt Aryan. She loves Chintu a lot and if I kill Aryan, it'd definitely affect Manav. I don't want to traumatize my nephew.

That's the only reason he is alive. Or else.......

Although I can't hurt him physically, I have killed him a million times inside my mind.

He just loves to snatch the people that I love from my life. He's been doing it for years now.

Bloody fucker!

When Mansoor informed me that Paaru and Aryan were spotted in St. John's Hospital, I was really scared. I thought something must've happened to my love. But then, I learnt that Chintu wasn't feeling well.

When I saw her getting into his house, I felt this unexplainable urge to set his house on fire before dragging her ass out. She needs to be taught a tough lesson. She deserves a hard punishment for being a tease.

She is allowing him to hang around her. I don't like it at all.

I was this close to barging inside his house and dragging her ass out. But, she slept in a separate room, with my nephew. Well, I didn't like that too, that's okay for now.

She shouldn't like anyone except me. All of her love belongs to me. Only me.

As sick as it seems, I don't like it when she kisses Manav or vice-versa.

I keep imagining myself in Manav's position. Her lips would feel so soft against my skin, like that damn Rose petals.

I'm waiting eagerly to taste her. Soon. Soon, she'll be mine.

Mine to do whatever the fuck I want to do.

Soon.

Paaru doesn't know what she's doing. She thinks that I am a psycho stalker plus killer. That's true but she doesn't know what a freaking bloodthirsty slaughterer, I am.

I don't even blink my eyes while piercing the knife through their neck, dragging the life out of their bodies.

I'm sick.

My obsession knows no bounds. It's not something secretive. Even Manav's father knows it very well... He knows it very well.

Yet he is trying to intervene.

He should know that Paaru belongs to Shiva.

Most importantly, my dear Paaru should know this.

I'll make sure it'll be etched in her mind forever.

When I barged inside the classroom, she was teaching something. I was very furious.

I was waiting to confront her. Ever since I saw her going to his home, I couldn't sleep.

I was craving for blood. But that damn promise stops me from going on a bloody rampage.

History would've repeated.

Ratha painted the streets of Jivapur with blood - the blood of his enemies!

The same breaking news would be running everywhere.

Calling her a home wrecker didn't hurt me at that time. She is hanging around a married man!

I don't give a flying fuck about their friendship or whatever ship it is, I want her to stay the fuck away from every man other than me.

Her tears did a good job of affecting my mood and even succeeded in doubting my deed. When I went to apologise, that bloody Aryan was hugging her.

I wanted to apologise for dragging her out like that. Not for the word that I used. She must know that I am not allowing her to hang around other men.

I'd do anything for her, even bow down in front of her. But she must know her place. Or I know how to put her in one.

Well, my Paaru doesn't fail to surprise me. She even thought she could slap me!

She really looked like a terrified Jerry to me.

I don't mean to terrify her but that raw fear in her eyes excites me.

I know it is sick, but I love lurking in the shadows, watching her closely. She looks so carefree, having zero knowledge that I am watching her.

I feel like barging inside the damn house and kiss her feverishly.

Everything will happen right at the time.

She will understand what it means

to be Ratha's love and Shiva's obsession.

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