Chapter 70 His Sweetheart's Fear
Then he leads her out. Shorya glances at Neeti, but without a word, he leaves. Neeti follows, wiping her tears.
Karan, Riya, Rohit, and Ruhi also leave quietly.
Now only Vihan and Rimjhim remain. Vihan looks at her, guilt all over his face.
“I’m sorry… because of me, you had to suffer this much.”
Rimjhim shakes her head, her voice soft and full of care, “No… I’m fine. Just… please, you be okay.”
Vihan holds her hand and whispers, “You need rest… both of us do.”
Meanwhile, Riya enters her room and walks over to the window. Sitting by it, she gazes at the moon with a gentle smile on her face.
She softly says, “Thank you, God, for giving me such a lovely family. I will always stay with them… always.”
With that heartfelt whisper, she gets up, walks to her bed, and lies down peacefully, drifting off to sleep with a content heart.
Meanwhile, Shorya quietly enters his room and changes his clothes, wearing a simple T-shirt and track pants. He settles onto the sofa. There is no complaint on his face, but the anger in his eyes is undeniable. His gaze remains fixed on the darkness beyond the window, searching for something invisible… as if he is looking for an answer that simply doesn’t exist.
Just then, the closet door opens, and Neeti steps out. She too has changed into a light kurti and pants, without a dupatta because tonight, she doesn’t want anything between her and her husband. All she wants is a few moments to talk, to understand the reason behind his silence and anger.
Neeti notices the storm behind Shorya’s silence. Sadness is in his eyes, but it is wrapped in anger and distance.
She walks over slowly, sits at the edge of the sofa near him, and softly asks, “Shorya… what’s wrong? Why are you so angry?”
Shorya doesn’t respond. He doesn’t look at her, doesn’t utter a single word. His eyes remain fixed on the darkness beyond the window. His face is expressionless, cold, yet deep inside, something is boiling like an unspoken volcano.
Neeti leans forward and gently places her hand on his arm, her smile faint and hopeful as she tries again, “Are you upset with me? Did I say or do something wrong?”
Still, silence. Shorya doesn’t speak. Slowly, without a word, he moves his arm away from her touch, a gesture more painful than any words.
Neeti’s smile fades, replaced by a quiet sadness. Her eyes lower, and a shadow of hurt passes over her face. She hesitates for a moment, then stands up to walk away, mumbling with a soft pout, “Fine… if you don’t want to talk, then don’t.”
As she turns, Shorya picks up the remote and, without looking at her or saying a word, turns off the lights. The room sinks into darkness. The only light is the pale glow of the moon filtering in through the window.
Neeti freezes for a moment, then sighs. She understands now he doesn’t want to speak, doesn’t want her comfort, doesn’t want anything except to be alone with his thoughts.
Silently, she walks over to the bed and lies down, facing away from him. Her heart is heavy, but she chooses not to cry. Instead, she respects his silence.
Shorya closes his eyes, lying on the sofa, his back turned to her. But sleep stays far away from him. His face remains cold, hard even in the darkness.
Samar is sitting on the sofa, but today his face doesn’t carry its usual calm. His eyes are restless, stormy, lost somewhere far away. His elbows rest on his knees, both hands pressed against his forehead, as if he’s trying to hold his thoughts together. He looks worried… deeply worried.
I step out of the closet room after changing into a simple night suit. There’s a soft smile on my lips, but my heart is heavy. The moment my eyes fall on him, I know something is wrong. His fingers are pressing against his temples, and his uneasiness is impossible to hide.
Without saying anything, I walk toward him slowly and gently sit on his lap. I don’t ask first. I just want to ease whatever burden he’s carrying, even if it’s only a little.
He looks at me. For just a second, I see softness flicker across his face… but it disappears quickly. He still doesn’t say anything.
I hold his hand and ask softly, “Mr. Rajput… why did those people attack Vihan Bro and Rimjhim Sister-in-law? Why only them?”
He stays silent. His eyes darken, filled with thoughts he’s clearly holding back. I can feel it, he knows something. Something heavy. Something dangerous.
My worry deepens. I hold his hands tighter and ask more seriously, “Mr. Rajput… do you have an enemy?”
For a brief moment, his eyes flicker, like I’ve touched a nerve he didn’t want exposed. But still… he says nothing.
My heart starts racing. Fear creeps in. I hold his face with trembling hands and plead, “If you do have an enemy… please end it. Make peace. Because if one day they attack you… I—I won’t survive that. I’ll die…”
My voice breaks. Tears fill my eyes. This isn’t just fear. This is love. Raw, helpless love.
He snaps out of his thoughts immediately. He cups my face and pulls me into his chest tightly.
“Sweetheart… my sweet little doll,” he whispers, his voice intense and protective, “Don’t worry. Nothing will happen to your husband. I’ll handle everything.”
My heart finally slows down. I rest my head against his chest, listening to his heartbeat. Strong. Steady. Alive.
Slowly… my breathing evens out. My eyelids grow heavy. In his arms, I fall asleep.
But he doesn’t.
His hand gently strokes my hair, pulling me closer, while his eyes remain wide open, fixed on the ceiling. His mind is far away, lost in shadows I can’t see.
The early morning sun spreads golden light across the farmhouse lawn.
Vihan stands on his feet, still a little tired after the intense fight, but steady. He gestures toward Rohit, who immediately understands and takes XEM, the mechanical beast, back to its resting place.
It feels like a silent truce between man and machine. Vihan dusts off his shirt, adjusts his sleeves, and looks around. Everyone is still standing there, stunned and shaken.
Calmly, he asks, “What happened? Why are you all staring like that?”
TO BE COUNTINUE....!!!