THE QUICK SAND

Wed, 04 Mar 2026 15:11:53 +0000

QUICKSAND

In a house ruled by power, curiosity is the deadliest crime.

Some secrets are buried for a reason - he chose to dig anyway.

The deeper he digs, the closer he comes to destroying everything he belongs to.

Jayakanthan was never meant to question his family's past - but one overheard secret changed everything. Now standing inside a powerful empire built on business, politics, and crime, he begins digging for truths everyone fears. His search leads to a woman unknowingly tied to a buried legacy that could destroy them all. As betrayal, hidden bloodlines, and dangerous alliances surface, Jayakanthan realizes some secrets aren't uncovered... they pull you under.

The deeper he digs, the faster he sinks.

Jeya chuckled lightly. “You were my friend, remember?”

“Friend?” she repeated softly.

He didn’t answer. He only looked into her eyes.

“Do you care for all your friends like this?” she asked. “Then why am I the only one here?”

Jeyakanthan froze, words failing him.

“Jey…” she whispered.

He stilled.

.................

Jeyakanthan woke first.

He didn’t move immediately.

She lay beside him, curled slightly toward the edge of the bed, strands of hair falling across her cheek.

When she stirred faintly, he closed his eyes again, slowing his breathing, letting his body fall back into stillness.

She sat up carefully.

For a few seconds, nothing made sense.

Then memory returned

“No…” she whispered, shaking her head faintly.

Tears welled instantly, spilling before she could stop them.

......

“I’m sorry… I don’t know what happened… I shouldn’t have… I was so reckless…”

Her words dissolved into sobs again.

He sat up slowly, pressing his hand to his forehead as though trying to remember.

Jeyakanthan: I… don’t remember clearly either.
.......

Her hand reached out aimlessly, palm flattening against his chest—right over his racing heart.

He inhaled sharply.

That single, trusting touch shattered the last wall he’d ever built.

Slowly—carefully—he drew her closer still, giving her every second to pull away if she wanted.

She didn’t.

Instead she leaned into him, melting against his chest, surrendering to the warmth, the safety, the lie of permanence she chose to believe in that moment.

..........

"What were you saying?" His voice was low, gravelly, laced with challenge.

She gulped, throat dry.

"Say it again."

............

“You will marry me right?,” he questioned, voice returning to its usual calm authority.

“I should be the one asking you that.” she answered.

“Well it's not like you have an escape,” he replied easily.
She turned, surprised. “Did I just get trapped?”

“You always have been. But you are so dumb that you’re just noticing now.” he said it like it's a fact.

She narrowed her eyes.

He chuckled.

...........

Nataraj:
Your workers are mean. Wouldn’t let me in until you give permission.

He glanced toward the guards standing near the gate.

Nataraj (smirking):
Should I have used my gun?

He casually pulled the weapon halfway from his waistband.
The guards reacted instantly — shoulders stiffening, hands tightening near their radio.

..........

Nataraj:
Only for you? What exactly are you planning, thambi?

Jayakanthan leaned forward now, mirroring his brother’s posture.
The air between them tightened.

Jayakanthan:
There’s a reason I want my own men.

.......

Jayakanthan skimmed through the information.
Birthplace. Education. Career timeline.
Ordinary details.
Too ordinary.
His gaze lingered on her surname for a fraction longer than necessary.
Disappointed again.
He locked the screen.

...........

Medical machines hummed steadily.
On the bed lay a young girl — unmoving.
She looked almost lifeless, breathing shallow, unaware of the world around her.

Jayakanthan’s gaze fixed on her.
Not cold.
Not emotional.
Something deeper — guarded concern.
His voice was barely audible.

Jayakanthan:
Stay alive… that’s all you need to do.

..............

Her gaze dropped to their joined hands… then lifted to his face… then again to their hands.

He chuckled softly.

Jeyakanthan: “What?”

She looked at him with her eyes still wide open.
He leaned closer, his voice lowering.

Jeyakanthan: “Maybe I don’t have the heart to take my hands off you.”

A deep blush spread across her cheeks.

His smirk deepened, fully aware of how easily he could affect her.