The sinner and his sin

On the other hand, he was cursing himself for his own actions.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck, I am supposed to punish her. Why the fuck do I keep getting close to her? Just fuck and leave but no! Fuck you, heaven," he was punching the bag more forcefully.

His hands were already covered with bruises yet his heart wasn't ready to settle down.

With each passing second, he was hating himself more and more. The guilt for touching her sister was rising.

Heaven wasn't supposed to be here, Nivea was. She was the one who deserved his love, his warmth, his everything.

Not her fucking sister. He still cursed himself for that day when all of this started.

Flashback

"It has been more than a week and you guys still can't find her? Remind me why I am paying you again. If I were to settle with child play then I would have hired children, you dimwit," he threw the glass on the floor.

It shattered into thousands of pieces, like his heart when he found out that Nivea had been missing.

She's his everything. The reason behind his happiness, his smiles, the reason behind his sanity.

"Sir,th-there hasn't been any proof of someone kidnapping her. She went by her own will-" Before he could finish, his jaw came in contact with his fist.

"Dare you say that again. She loves me too much to leave me. She swore by her heart to always be by my side. She would never do that. Find out where she has been," he screamed, his eyes were red.

It seemed as if blood would come out of them at any moment.

"Nivea," he whispered under his breath.

Nivea, his beautiful flower. His reason for believing in honesty. She was the most loyal, honest, and sweet person he had ever seen.

She was the most caring. She was like a soft feathery touch. So pure and innocent.

"Sir, she talked to her twin sister before leaving for the last time. She said,' Take care of everything behind my back.' Her twin knows where she is," another guy said.

And that's when he remembered her.

She looked a lot like Nivea but she was the total opposite.

He detected her lying so many times. She wasn't kind or gentle, he had seen her punching so many people.

She wasn't pure like Nivea, she's a stripper who works in his own bar.

She was everything Nivea wasn't and yet, they were twins.

"Heaven is going to get us to Nivea," he whispered.

"Should we get her here, sir?"

"No, I will go there myself."

And that's how he found himself in her show. She's like a masterpiece yet nothing about her was good enough for him.

Nivea was like milk, pure and solid while she was like the spoilt milk that has turned into curd.

Expensive but spoilt, that's all she's in his eyes.

Soon their eyes collided and it seemed as if there were only these two.

It seemed as if she was performing for him and only him.

But soon the cheers of others broke free in the room.

Men of all ages started shouting for her, insisting she tear away the last piece of her body.

She smirked, winked, and left.

That's her policy. She would never be completely naked.

People were going to get just as much as she gave, nothing more and nothing less.

If anyone wants to defy then they can simply leave. She had more than enough men waiting for her.

Her stunning looks were the reason behind her popularity.

And he came to a conclusion.

Nivea was like a mermaid, beautiful and colorful. She calls for life.

Heaven was the Siren. Dark, gloomy, enchanting, and death bows before her.

They were so much alike yet so different.

He called her in the room. They were sitting next to each other.

"Where's Nivea?" He asked.

"I don't know," she replied almost instantly as if she had been practicing this for ages.

He knew that she was lying. She always lies.

"Where's she? I hate liars, Heaven," he asked even calmly this time.

It was like the calmness before the storm. She should have been terrified but has Sirens ever been scared of the storms?

They are rather intrigued by it. And she was no different.

If anything, she was admiring how beautiful her name sounded on his lips, only if she could get a taste but the next moment, her heart scolds her.

"He's not yours, he's your sister's."

"But I knew him first, I am the one in love with him. She never loved him. Had she then she would never leave him," she argued back but shame and guilt were eating her slowly.

"You know why," and she went silent.

"Well then, I love lying. But I honestly don't know where she is."

His eyes were looking at her with great intensity. She was thankful that she was sitting, otherwise she would have lost her power to stand.

That's how intense his gaze was.

He was trying to find something to blackmail her with but her twin is the only family she has. There wasn't anyone else she cared about, as far as he knew.

But only if he knew that there was him, the person she cared about just as much.

Her love for her twin and him is what stopped her from approaching him. They seemed happy and how could she ever snatch away their happiness when that's what she would give her life for and she indeed gave her life, her happiness.

The rest of the night is spent with both of them refusing to give up. He was so angry that he wanted to bang his head against the wall.

Hurting her physically wasn't an option but he knew that he could hurt her mentally and unintentionally that's what he did.

They entered the forbidden territory where all he did was hurt her. He wasn't ignorant to her emotions but he didn't care enough to give importance to them.

And that's how their paths collided again.

Things soon started to get out of his control and he became addicted to her body while his heart was still missing.

He's a sinner, after all, and she's his biggest sin.