Not every time is a friend. Not every moment is a favorite. But you face. You have to. No other option has been left for you though. You have to keep walking the thorny paths, for the flowery gardens to come under you feet. You have to witness the dark, to cherish the light. Sometimes it hurts a lot. Sometimes it all feels over. But brushing it into a corner doesn't make you get rid of it. Someway and someday it is going to come again in the front line, and you'll have to see it all again. Then better is to cut the roots of it only, bearing the excessive pain, which is either not going to last eternally. But the good after that is.

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With stumbling legs, she stood up making her way to the bed. She straightened herself on the bed, keeping her head on the pillow. After covering her gently with the duvet and turning the light off, Rishabh went out of the room closing the door. She made a gulp and shuttered her eyes.

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FLASHBACK

"You're really annoying you know.." He said while turning the steering to the left. "Oh please... We've been waiting for you for 30 whole minutes bajarbattu!" She irritatedly rolled her eyes.
"Wife things haan... Not bad," The wide loving smile of his transmitted over her lips as well. "Whatever, drive quick. I want you to be here in 5 minutes okay! But better be careful." Her absolute adorableness and the care for him just caused him to chuckle. "Where are you now?," Hearing no reply, she again asked, "Karan?, Karan... Karan what is wrong with you? This is not a good joke Karan, I am talking to you!" She kept on asking but got no reply, and after sometime.. the call itself got declined.

FLASHBACK OVER.
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She bit her lower lip, and squeezing the pillow tight, she dozed off. Another night, another hurtful, restless sleep.

Rishabh was just wandering around his room, with an unwanted thoughtful mind. He sat down on his bed resting his head on the headboard.

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FLASHBACK

"Preeta ji relax, we'll find him. He'd be fine," Rishabh tried satisfying and consoling her but it resulted in nothing. She was just crying and crying. "Rishabh ji, where could he have gone, I hope..." She spoke, ending up in sobs. Various thoughts in her mind were bothering her. If for a while she thinks that it's all ok, the opposite thought pushes it away making it's place.

The last time she had spoken to him, the call had ended up in nothing. There was no sound, no shout, no voice, not even the sound of the opening of the door of the car. Nothing. And now he is nowhere to be found, while his car is found at the same place where he last had a call with Preeta, in a decent state. No possibility of the happening of any fight or any protest was tend to be found there. They couldn't understand where did he disappear, like this silently.

FLASHBACK OVER.
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It'd been 45 days of Karan's disappearance. The Luthra's had tried all their higher sources, Rishabh had pulled out all the stops but it all ended up in smoke. The police had also shown their hands down. The places it was possible of him being in, Sherlyn and Prithvi's houses, too were searched. While the two of them were securely behind the iron bars. All were left with no positive hopes now. Just a blind alley.

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A rough hand, touched a cold dusty metal ornament, it felt like an antique show piece. A pair of sluggishly opened eyes, roamed around the surroundings. There was an eerie murk in the room although, but the slight senses sent by the eyes to the brain seemed very familiar. The hand drew to the head, holding it tight. It was aching hard, with nothing but some monochromatic blinking flashes.

The only thing he could remember was the nape of his neck getting jabbed with some sort of needle, and then, here he was. He somehow tried getting up, holding the table placed beside, but his shaky hand hit over the metal ornament, making it fall with on the floor with a thud.

The creaky door opened and some pairs of boots came inside the room. "You dumbass! Do it fast!"  The man ordered ragingly.
"Sorry sir," He quickly bent down, flicked the syringe and injected it into the crook of his neck. The drug did the immediate reaction and he lost his consciousness yet again.

"Tie his arms, we can't take any risks,"  He nodded and tied his arms with the nylon rope, as ordered. He stood up and the two went out of the room locking the door.

(do tell what you feel about this please..)