Toxic love by Shikha Mishra (top fiction books of all time .txt) 📖

Vihaan's POV

"But I want more. I am still not satisfied baby" but before she can hear me she went to sleep.

I just shake my head and make my way to the bathroom. I make a bath and carry Disha to the bathroom. She stirs but stills after sometime.

As soon as I put her in the tub a content sign escapes her mouth. I adjust myself behind her. This is heaven. I hear snores from Disha. I start massaging her head.

I still can't believe that she still loves me. In past I didn't wanted to leave her for a particular reason and that was her. I was afraid that Disha would forget about me. She would start loving someone else.

I wouldn't have agreed to leave her if dad wouldn't have meddled. But I am happy that I agreed.

If dad was not there I would have gotten addicted to drugs three years ago. The one week when I was not home I was with Abhishek. Abhishek is the mob boss. He was a friend whom I just knew. When I asked for drugs he compelled.

I wanted to forget everyone. I wanted to forget myself. I was angry that Disha also didn't protested with me. She was ready with whatever her dad said. During that week I never knew when was day and when was night. But one thing that I never lost and that was my virginity.

I think my body was aware that this thing was for Disha and that's why I never fucked any of the girls which were with me.

But one day when I was high and was enjoying the threesome which was happening infront of me some bulky people came. Seeing them everyone left and I also wanted to leave but the drugs didn't allowed.

Those men vacant the whole place and then my dad like a king came and sat on the couch. He was again in his suit like a perfectionist which he is.

3 years ago

Dad signed something with his two finger to a man. He went away and came with a bucket. And as I blinked the water was poured in my body.

"What the fucking hell" I shouted. I was enjoying myself why the hell is he here? How did he knew I was here? Must be one of his puppets.

"Language son and don't shout" dad roared with gritted teeth. He was calm but I knew he was not.

"Are you done with whatever you are doing?....." I didn't said anything. I knew he wanted to continue saying whatever shit he wanted. "......I guess no. But I want you to overcome this shit and come home your mom is getting worried and I don't want to see her sad"

I knew he only cares about mom and this business. "I don't want to come home. Send Disha here" I said. I hope my voice is coming out clear but I can hear it clearly.

"Disha will not come here" and that made me angry. In a lightning speed I was infront of him.

"She will come here. She will come running here if I call her. No one I mean no one can.......keep me away from her" I shouted.

He also stood up. His height is bigger then mine and that pissed me off. When can I be bigger than him.

"So do you want her......." he moves his finger up and down ".........to see you like this? Huh?"

"No I don't" I answer. He is right if she saw me like this then she would be disgusted or worse.... No I don't want to think about it.

"Now why are you so adamant to take Disha with you?" Dad removed his coat and again sat in his earlier posture.

I also turned to go back to my seat but fell. Two men came and helped me to sit in my earlier seat. "Because I don't want her to be alone here. I..... don't want her to......like someone else. I don't want boys to see her as if she is single"

"I will make sure that no boy comes close to her happy"

"No that doesn't make me happy. If I go away from her then.......then her attention will not be on me. I want her attention only on me" I gaze at the ceiling. The ceiling has painting to many colourful people dancing.

"You are sounding like a clingy boyfriend"

"Because I am"

"But you have to go......." I start to protest but he lifts his finger and shushes me "......I am not done talking. As I was saying you will go and if you don't I will make sure that you never get to marry her...."

"WHAT. THE. HELL. You can't decide that" I shouted before he can complete his sentence. "I will do whatever the fu......."

"SHUT. UP" he interrupted me. I was boiling with anger. He started talking with calm "As I was saying if you don't go I will make sure you can't marry her. And you have already saw her that she always agrees with her dad and if I say a word against you or more precisely this......" he again moves his finger to whole place ".......shit to Mahesh then you are done for it. I know that Mahesh will never agree to marry her daughter to a boy who is drug addict. But.......if you go I will make sure that you get to marry her. Because Mahesh is quite mad about the incident which you pulled that night"

I was furious. He is right. Disha would agree to anything if her dad say it. Why can't she agree to everything which I say to her.

"Are you blackmailing me?" I asked. Because I think he is.

"Yes" Is he my dad or someone's else. "Now I guess we can go" he lifted two fingers and again signed something to his puppets.

I didn't protested as two man took hold of my hands. I don't want to take risk of anything related to Disha. A groan erupted from me as soon as we came out of that place. It is afternoon and sun is blazing his heat on us mercilessly.

We sat in one of his limousine. My eyes darted to his whiskey bottle and my hands on their own accord went to that bottle.

"Don't you dare touch it" and I didn't. It was hard to control. My throat was asking for something to quench it's thirst. A tub of yogurt was offered to me and took it. I ate it all.

"Get out" I heard dad say. Can't he talk properly to me. I am not one of his puppets.