Chapter 61 Unspoken Emotiones
Ruhi’s heart breaks into pieces, She turns away, walks slowly, completely broken. Before stepping out, she looks back one last time at Rohit now lost in someone else’s arms. Then, without another word, she walks out of the villa.
Inside, Rohit sits on the couch silently. The girl says, “I just came to surprise you. There’s a party at the club, I’ll meet you there.” And with that, she leaves.
Rohit glances at the pasta Ruhi hasn’t touched, not a single bite. He picks it up and starts eating quietly, his face blank, lost in thoughts only he can understand.
Meanwhile, Ruhi reaches home and runs upstairs to her room, tears streaming down her face. Ishani and Rimjhim notice her rushing past, staring in shock.
Rimjhim asks, “What happened to her?”
Ishani replies, “I don’t know… she was fine this morning.”
Ruhi locks herself in her room and collapses onto her bed, crying her heart out. In just a few moments, her world shatters completely.
Meanwhile, Shorya, burning with anger, screeches his car to a halt in front of THE NIGHT CLUB. His face is red with fury, eyes blazing, and his mind consumed by a single name: Sunaina. Without hesitation, he storms inside.
The flashing lights, deafening music, and buzzing crowd seem meaningless compared to the storm raging within him. All the girls in the club notice Shorya, drawn to his commanding presence, but his eyes remain locked on Sunaina, who sits at the bar, laughing and joking with her friends.
Without a word, Shorya strides over, grabs her hand, and pulls her out of the club, ignoring the stares of everyone around them Outside, Sunaina snaps angrily, “What the hell is this, Shorya?!”
Shorya locks eyes with her, his tone cold and sharp, “This isn’t misbehavior. It’s my right. What are you doing in a club this late? I’ve been calling and texting you nonstop no response!”
Sunaina crosses her arms, eyes flashing, “Why are you stalking me? What’s your problem?!”
“Stalking you?” Shorya repeats, confused.
“Yes! Why won’t you let me enjoy my life? Why do you keep bothering me?” she snaps back.
Grinding his teeth in frustration, Shorya says, “My life is falling apart, and all you care about is having fun?!”
He pulls out a set of papers from his pocket and throws them in her face. “Look at this! Neeti wants a divorce. She said either I stay with you or with her.”
Sunaina makes a face of disgust. “Oh please… don’t bring up marriage to me. I don’t believe in that crap. Relationships are fine, but marriage? No way. Besides, what have you even done for me till now?”
Shorya raises his voice, “I know my limits, Sunaina. I’m only asking once marry me.”
Sunaina laughs coldly, “Look, I’m never getting married. You want a relationship? Fine. If not, I don’t care. I’ve got plenty of boyfriends.”
Shorya’s face pales, and then Sunaina delivers the final blow: “Honestly, I was only with you for your money. Don’t dream of marriage.”
She walks back into the club, leaving Shorya standing there shattered, speechless. He gets into his car and speeds off aimlessly through the dark, deserted streets. Pain clouds his every thought. Eventually, he stops at a Black Hill, overlooking the glowing city lights below. The world sparkles, but his heart feels dark.
He walks to the edge of the hill, shoulders heavy, eyes bloodshot. Suddenly, he feels a hand on his shoulder. Turning, he sees Vihan standing there.
Vihan smirks, “So… breakup done?”
Shorya, surprised, asks, “How do you know?”
Vihan chuckles, “I was following you. Thought you might do something stupid, like jump off a cliff.”
Shorya sighs deeply. “Why does love always end in betrayal?”
Vihan shakes his head. “Love doesn’t betray. The one who loves is always around we just fail to recognize them.”
Shorya looks puzzled.
Vihan asks, “Who is Neeti?”
“My wife,” Shorya replies.
Vihan smiles knowingly. “And in your heart?”
Shorya hesitates. “My best friend…”
Vihan pushes further, “What do you like about her?”
“She’s smart, does everything perfectly, she’s really cute, an amazing cook… she’s a bit emotional, fights with me… and…” Shorya stops.
Vihan completes his thought, “And she loves you deeply.”
Shorya falls silent.
Vihan asks again, “So, who’s better—Neeti or Sunaina?”
Shorya whispers, “Neeti…”
Vihan raises an eyebrow. “Then why are you letting her go?”
“I don’t want to. She asked for divorce herself,” Shorya says bitterly.
Vihan nods, “She’s your wife. She can’t bear to see you with someone else. She has every right.”
Shorya mutters, “What should I do? Sunaina messed with my head… damn it, how dare she…”
Vihan calmly says, “Close your eyes and think who do you want by your side, always?”
Shorya closes his eyes and sees one face. He opens them and says firmly, “I know what I need to do.”
Vihan jokes, “Alright, I’m leaving. You’re not jumping off, right?”
Shorya laughs, grabbing his hand. “No way. Come on, we’re going home. I need to see Neeti.”
Vihan hesitates, “She won’t be happy to see me. She’ll be upset.”
Shorya drags him toward the car. “Doesn’t matter. You’re coming. I have something important to say.”
And with that, both men drive off into the night, the city lights fading behind them as Shorya’s heart races with clarity and resolve.
Shorya and Vihan walk together through the grand gates of Shekhawat Mansion. The atmosphere inside is just as elegant and luminous as always, with lights glowing softly, casting a warm golden hue. But in their hearts, both men carry a different kind of excitement. Vihan has a gentle smile on his face, while Shorya’s heart brims with a renewed sense of hope.
As they step inside, their first stop is to meet Mr. Shekhawat. The elder welcomes Vihan warmly, embracing him like family. After exchanging a few pleasant words, Shorya says politely, “Dad, we’ll sit in the study room for a while.”
Mr. Shekhawat smiles and nods, replying, “Yes, son. Neeti is there too.”
Both men make their way to the study room. The space is calm and serene, soft daylight streaming through a large window. In the gentle glow, Neeti sits wrapped in a shawl, reading a large novel. Her face is peaceful, yet her eyes hold a trace of sadness. Books and notebooks lie scattered around her, a sign she has spent quite some time in the room.
Shorya quietly opens the door and steps inside with Vihan. Neeti looks up, and when she sees Vihan, a flicker of surprise crosses her face. Questions silently fill her eyes.
With a light smile, Shorya says, “You two sit. I’ll go get some good coffee.”
Vihan steps closer to Neeti and asks gently, “How are you, Neeti?”
But Neeti doesn’t respond. Her eyes stay fixed on her book, saying nothing, Vihan tries again, softly, “How long will you stay upset? You’re not even going to talk to me?”
Still, Neeti remains silent, her gaze glued to the pages, though her heart clearly listens.
Vihan sighs and, in a playful, affectionate tone, says, “Alright then, don’t talk to me. But at least meet your sister-in-law. She’s come home, and you haven’t even met her yet.”
Neeti looks at him, confused. Sister-in-law?
TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!