Obsessive Flames of Love

Rudra entered the office, and all employees were greeting him, but on seeing the virulent look on his face, they felt their hearts dropped onto their stomachs. It scared the hell out of them.

Strode to his cabin, Maahir stood beside him. “Get me the files of the construction project.” He ordered.

Maahir rooted over there, but words weren’t coming out. He nervously tapped his foot and looked around while Rudra was analyzing other documents.

With no response from Maahir, Rudra raised his head and stared at him. “Shall I need to repeat myself?” His hostile voice caught Maahir, and he opened his mouth. Yet silence came out from his end.

“What?” Rudra asked, slamming his hands onto the table.

“Boss! The file… isn’t ready… yet.” Maahir bit his lips while his shirt was totally drenched in sweat.

Hearing that, Rudra lost his last ounce of cool. “Can’t you do this simple thing properly?” He screamed, and Maahir remained in silence, not wanting to offend his Boss.

“I want all the corresponding team members in the meeting hall now,” Rudra ordered in a dead-serious tone.

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Within a fraction of the time, all the team members gathered in the hall.

Rudra entered the hall in his glory and sat on his chair. With one glance at him, they felt shivers down their spine. Not a single person dared to look into his eye and speak with him.

“What’s the reason behind the delay?” Rudra asked while fiddling with his fingers.

Silence danced inside the hall.

“Do you need me to repeat every time? What’s the purpose behind this team, If you’re not handling things on time?” He yelled at them.

Glancing at every member, he stood up and unbuttoned his suit in full force, the scorching sound from the chair scared the shit out of them. “I wanted an answer.” He demanded, but none of them dared to raise their voice.

“Boss! I’ll bring the file to you. Please give me an hour.” Maahir requested.

Peeped at them, “this is the last and final chance for you all.” Rudra warned and left.

…

Rudra went back to his office. Threw the files aside, and removed the suit when a serious expression settled on his handsome face.

Tamaz entered the office and observed him quietly. Eyed at the shadow, Rudra turned around when Tamaz asked, “how many days were you going to behave like this?”

“I don’t know,” Rudra said bluntly and averted his gaze.

“If you want to go to Tanvi, then go. Don’t suffocate yourself here.” Tamaz said and left, leaving Rudra more annoyed.

Leaning back in his chair, Rudra released a long frustrated sigh. He desperately wanted to do something, anything, to bring Tanvi back to her usual cheerful self, but felt helpless to do so.

How could he manage it? What if something he did cause her to become defensive or hostile towards him? The old, familiar clawing sensation of powerlessness dug its hot talons into the back of his neck, enraging him further.

While he was wandering in his thoughts, a creaking sound on the table snapped him, and picked it up instantly.

“Boss!! Ms. Tanvi is locked up in her room.” They said in a worried tone.

A burning churn settled in his stomach. His heart dropped listening to that while his thoughts were running wild. “What if she did something stupid? Will she be fine?”

His grip on the chair tightened. “I want her to be safe and sound. I just can’t lose her like my mother.” Closed his eyes shut, he took a deep breath. A decisive nod lingered around him, “I’ll do anything to make her cherished.”

Knowing Tanvi wouldn’t open the door, he uttered, “Go and check on her now.”

“Okay Boss!! We’ll do as you say.”

…

Listening to his tone, they sensed the frustration in it. Gathered around, “Have you noticed the change?” One of Rudra’s men guarding Tanvi had asked.

“Yes. He’s damn scary when he’s angry.” Another man added.

“We mustn’t piss him off at any cost.” They concluded in unison.

Rudra racked his hair and canceled all his schedules for the day. An uneasy feeling was bothering him. Racked his hair, he licked his lips and tapped the mobile. His eyes were glued to the screen.

Soon. A buzzing sound piqued him. “Boss!! We checked up on Ms. Tanvi. She’s fine physically.” They informed.

Listening to it, his emotions were less agitated as a wave of calmness washed upon him. He found a little strength building in him.

“But… her physical appearance seems to be lifeless.” They said in a low tone, just a mere mumble, but Rudra heard it clearly, and he sighed.

Adrenaline rushed inside of him. His chest became heavy, and he gulped forcibly. The glass he held broke in his hands with the firm grip, but the rage in him wasn’t reducing.

The splinters stuck in his hand, blood oozing out, but that doesn’t give him any pain. He had already faced so much pain in his life that this physical pain wasn’t a matter to him.”

The emotions bottling up inside his heart for years came thrusting out. He craved to see her and comfort her. He wished to reassure her that she was not alone.

A yearning to cuddle her and pacify all her worries with a hug increased in him. Opened her snap, and his fingers brushed across her face tenderly, “I want to embrace you and take away your pain.” He muttered in an aching tone.

“I wish to be with you and give your soul the peace it needed.” He bit his lips and sighed when his phone beeped.

Checked the message, “Boss! Ms. Tanvi hadn’t consumed food apart from alcohol.”

“Huh!” Rubbing his palms on the back of his neck, he tapped his legs on the floor and texted, “I’ll send some food to her. Make sure that she eats it and notify me once done.”

“Okay, Boss.”

…

His men

Outside Tanvi’s room

“Sensing our boss’s tone earlier, he’s surely concerned about Ms. Tanvi.” A tall man dressed in a suit among them said.

“Yes. What should we do now?” Another man added warily.

“We must make sure that she consumes the food.” Another man summoned while his hands rested on his chin.

“Exactly. Or else, we don’t know what’ll happen to our jobs.”

“I heard he’s on an employee firing spree.”

“Omg! Then she has to eat it.” The three people discussed among themselves.

“For that, we need a plan.” A wise man among them suggested and leaned onto the wall.

“Umm… How about a bell-boy attire?”

“Perfect.”