Loathing each-other

Humans are strange creatures. They know that they have nothing in this world, and they will not have it, yet they are in illusion, want to be lost, and want to keep themselves alive for a long time with momentary happy memories.

Harlin turned around again, her mouth tight, ready to say something harsh to Rowen. There's no one anywhere!

"The man had been here a while ago," Harlin said, stunned. Where has he gone?

For a moment, she looked impatient, like a vegetable. Harlin immediately suppressed herself. She murmured,

Maybe it's my illusion. It is happening; I am constantly thinking about that dirty guy. No, I'm not going to think about him anymore. And nope.

Mohammadpur, road no-2, A block, Dhaka-

Rowen is sitting in his room, consuming one glass after another like an alcoholic. Still, his rage does not subside. He tried but failed to take deep breaths and relax a little.

Furious , Rowen clutched the wine glass tightly.

It shattered in an instant, and the shards pierced his hand. Blood dripped from his hands and landed on the white floor.

Rudra has no qualms about it. Despite the fact that one of his hands is covered in blood, he is holding a bottle of wine and sipping it.

Rayan entered the room after a while, looking at the file in his hand and saying,

"Brother, I need your signature on this."

Rayan turned to face Rowen as he said this. His gaze was drawn to Rowen's hand. He rolled his eyes and sat down next to Rowen as he approached on trembling feet. Hastily, he took Rowen's blood-stained hand in his hand and asked,

"Brother, what happened to you? What is with all the blood?

Rowen's full-faced gaze at Rayan; his ignited-shimmering eyes are flushed as the ruddy-glow of sunset. Rowen yanked Rayan's hand away. He cast a serious glance ahead and stated,

"Nothing. "

Rayan quickly re-grabbed Rowen's hand. "Nothing happened!" he grumbled. You are drinking like this, holding the shards of glass in your hands. I've figured it out; something must have happened again.

"Why are you yelling at me?" Rowen made a baby-face.

Rayan's tone softened as he heard this.

"Remain here, brother; I will be right back."

Rowen does not respond. Rayan did not even bother waiting for an answer. He rushed out of the room. Rowen frowned and picked up another glass of wine to concentrate on his work.

He was filled with turmoil on the inside. "After so many years, the unbearable pain that had only been absorbed in me--it came out today with a new wound, burning it again and transforming it into an organ." Rowen chuckled.

Rayan was in the room in a flash, clutching a FastAid box. He quickly got to his feet and sat down next to Rowen. He exclaimed enthusiastically,

"Give me your hand, brother. "

Rowen comes to a halt even as he touches his face in the glass bottle, without looking at Rayan, he says, his eyes straight ahead of him.

"I do not require that, Rayan; please leave me alone."

"You do not need it, but I do, brother." Give your hands first; your blood will flow down and an infection will occur." Rayan responded concernedly.

Rayan cracks a soft smile and says coldly,

"You only see the blood on my hands, but what about the internal bleeding? Can you stop that, Rayan?

Rayan remains silent for a few moments before drawing Rowen's hand to himself. This time, Rowen didn't speak up.

Rayan cleans the blood by applying savlon to cotton one at a time, slowly picking up the small pieces of glass with steel, and the blood flows from there in an instant, but Rowen does not react. Rather, he is drinking with his left hand.

Rayan casts an occasional glance over at Rowen. He exhaled heavily in his brother's state. The state of the hand demonstrates how dire the situation is. Perhaps he is in a lot of pain, but his brother is deafeningly quiet! Nothing seems to have happened to him.

"How could you, brother...?" How could you bear such anguish so quietly?

Rayan returned his attention to his work. After applying the bandage to Rowen's hand, he set the box aside and rested his hand on Rudra's shoulder. He says it in a soft, calm tone.

Brother, stop drinking or your body will deteriorate."

Rowen takes a brief pause. Thinking of something for a moment, he smiled sarcastically and once again burned the forepart of the wine bottle in his mouth.

It didn't take Rayan long to realize that Rowen wouldn't listen today. But there's one thing he's missing,

"Why is Rowen so upset today? It's true, he drinks every day, but today it seems to be a little too much."

Rudra's drunken voice pierced the thread of Rayan's thoughts,

"Do you know who I saw, Rayan?"

Rayan raised an eyebrow and inquired,

"Who did you see, brother?"

Rowen leans against the sofa, his tired eyelids half-open, to deal with the lump in his body. Inflamed, he closes his eyes and smiles.

"The python who poisoned my life."

Rayan looked at him with curious eyes at first, not realizing it, and pondered it for a while. He was startled when something came to mind.

"Harlin?"

Rowen sighed and rolled his eyes. He pressed his finger to his lips and said,

"Shh!!"

Immediately, he smirked again and said,

"Python has no certain name, Rayan. Her only distinguishing feature is that she is a serpent—a venomous serpent. No matter how much you adore it, after taking the opportunity, it will bite you."

Rowen's voice gradually faded, and Rayan noticed that Rowen had dozed off. Rowen inhaled deeply and lifted Rowen over his shoulder. He grabbed Rowen very tightly and laid him down on the bed.

Rayan paused, pulling his chest up, even as he attempted to turn off the light in the room.

Rowen no longer prefers to sleep in the dark. When Rayan remembered this, he changed his course to turn off the lights and turn up the AC power.

Rayan was very pleased to see a sleeping face with a shaggy beard. "How much longer must this man suffer? He's been suffering since he was a kid. Whenever he loved someone and fantasized about living with a little happiness, his dreams were dashed. Even the woman he loved had betrayed him!

Rayan is filled with rage towards Harlin as a result of his internal pain. He murmured hard and said,

"Harlin, you went abroad to live better. But why have you returned? To inflict further harm on my brother? You certainly can. Nothing is impossible for a girl like you."

Residential-area, Bashundhara,

"You know, you've been pretty nasty lately."

Harlin looked up at the man--his name is Eden, and he is Harlin's aunt's son. He is always acting cute and succeeding with his cat eyes.

Harlin stared in silence for a while but did not answer. She lowered her gaze and concentrated on the laptop screen. Eden laughed when she saw this. Harlin frowned and says,

"What's wrong with you?"

Eden nodded in both directions and explained nothing. However, the grin on his face is far from over. Harlin was irritated. She took a deep breath and turned the laptop toward Eden.

"Look at this program; I'm thinking of updating it!"

Eden only glanced at the screen once, then covered it with his hands.

Harlin frowned and stated,

"What happened? "What made you turn it off?"

"I don't need to see it. "I am sure nothing goes wrong when it is your work." Eden responded with a smile. Harlin's irritation grew. She got to her feet. Eden was taken aback.

"Where are you going?"

"Right now, there is no work here. Check out the programme if you want; I'm off to granny. "

Harlin stated the words solemnly. Eden expressed concern, saying,

"Ok, take the car. You know, Granny doesn't like your simple movements. And right now, she does not want your identity revealed."

Harlin forced a smile,

"Tell me what to do! I am used to it. Extraordinary things are difficult for me to digest. A hooded rickshaw is more to me than an air-conditioned car... Before she could finish, a sweet memory flashed before her eyes. She sighed, closing her eyes. She gave her mind some space to relax.

"I mean, my identity will be more easily revealed if I drive. Surely a new employee of a company wouldn't drive in such an exclusive vehicle."

"Go today; explain to Granny later. If necessary, use a mask."

Harlin considered something, looked at Eden, and softly said,

"Call Brother Morshed to get the car out. I will be there."

Eden called Morshed and informed him of Harlin's remarks. When Harlin was about to leave, Eden raised his voice,

"Did not you have coffee with me today?"

Harlin turned around and gave a side-by-side smile.

"I am not in the mood; I am leaving."

Harlin turned around and walked away, holding a bag. Eden gave her a brief glance, bit his lip, and smiled quietly.

"What does this girl want? Nothing makes sense to me. But it was good; I expected Granny to give him control of the company when she returned. But no, she wants Harlin to prove herself, and after that, she's going to be in charge of this company. Granny, as far as I know, wants Harlin to be hired on her own merits. No one can even question her ability with this. Wow! Clever enough step. But, with that in mind, why would Harlin want to collaborate on a project with Rowen's firm? That man is astute!

He murmured,

"How long will you flee, Harlin?" Eden is your only option now, no matter what."