Chapter 76 His Cruelness
For a few seconds, he says nothing, as though weighing every word like a verdict. Then his voice cuts through the silence firm, cold, and final.
“I didn’t marry you to fall in love with you… and how could you even think that? I’ve only ever treated you kindly, as a friend nothing more. I have no feelings for you… and I never will.”
Rimjhim tries to hold back her tears, but each word strikes her like a blade, shattering the fragile dreams she dared to hold.
Vihan’s gaze remains fixed, his tone unyielding.
“I never imagined you would think this way. And as for spending a lifetime together… I have never wanted anyone by my side. I intend to walk every road in my life alone. And I will. But you… you must never expect that there could ever be anything between us.”
With that, he turns away, not even sparing her one last glance. His steps are sharp, purposeful, as he leaves the room. On his face there is still anger, but somewhere deep within… an unspoken confusion twists in the shadows of his mind.
If it had been anyone else in Rimjhim’s place anyone who dared to confess such feelings to him, Vihan might have ended it right there, in his cold, merciless way. Perhaps with a single bullet.
But this is Rimjhim. And the words he gives her tonight hurt far more than any bullet ever could.
Vihan goes straight to the office and walks into his cabin, where Shorya is already seated with a stack of files.
“You took your time,” Shorya remarks.
“Just got a little late. Let’s start the project. Where’s Rohit?” Vihan asks.
“He’s gone to check the agreements for D’Souza Collections,” Shorya replies.
With that, the conversation ends and both of them get absorbed in work files spread open, laptops powered on, and the cabin fills only with the soft rustle of turning pages and the steady tap-tap of keyboards.
Samar is lost in his laptop, completely immersed in work. The only sound in the room is the soft tap-tap of the keyboard. But suddenly, something shifts, a faint stir in the air, an instinctive pull in his chest, as if someone is waking from a deep sleep.
He immediately sets the laptop aside and turns his gaze toward me.
Slowly, I flutter my eyelids open, the weight of sleep still lingering in my eyes. I push myself up to sit, a little unsteady, and Samar is quick to reach out, steadying me with both hands.
“Are you okay?” he asks, concern lacing his voice.
I give a small, weak smile and nod slightly, resting my head gently against his chest. He can feel my breathing, just a little faster than usual like my mind is tangled in silent worries.
“Don’t think too much. Everything’s fine,” he murmurs, brushing his fingers lightly through my hair.
I stay quiet. My silence speaks volumes. Samar decides to shift the conversation.
“Mom was talking to me… about the wedding,” he says, pausing to look into my eyes. “She wants us to have our marriage properly, with all the rituals.”
I stay still for a moment, then look at him and whisper softly, “Alright… but I’m going to do a lot of shopping.”
Samar chuckles, gently pinching my cheek, “Yes, sweetheart. You can shop as much as you want.”
My eyes light up playfully as I ask, “But how much money will you give me for shopping? Tell me beforehand… so I’ll know what to buy.”
With a warm but serious tone, Samar replies,
“You’re SR’s wife. You don’t need to count money. Whatever you want, however much you want, you can have. Understood?”
My face brightens with childlike joy. “Alright… when will we go?”
“In a little while,” Samar says after a glance at the clock.
“Shall I take Rimjhim along?” I ask.
“No,” Samar smiles. “She’ll be going with Vihan.”
“Okay… should I get ready now?” I ask eagerly.
“No,” he shakes his head. “First, have breakfast.”
“I will,” I laugh softly. “But first, I’ll take a shower.”
And with that, I walk out of the room, leaving behind a faint trace of my fragrance… and a quiet smile on Samar’s face.
It is around lunchtime when Karan brings Riya home, practically dragging her along. Riya is a little annoyed, but Karan has something entirely different on his mind.
In the living room, Riya is sitting comfortably with Mrs. Shobha, chatting warmly as if they are old friends catching up after years.
From a short distance away, Karan silently watches them, trying to gather the courage to say what he has been wanting to for a long time, he wants to fix his marriage with Riya. His heartbeat races as he wonders how to start.
And then, as if the universe has read his thoughts, Mrs. Shobha speaks first.
“Karan, I think it’s time you both get married.”
For a moment, Karan is stunned. Then a smile slowly spreads across his face this is exactly what he has been meaning to say, and hearing it from her feels like a dream come true.
Mrs. Shobha turns to Riya. “You don’t have any objections, do you?”
Riya lowers her gaze slightly and shakes her head in a gentle ‘no.’
“Good. Then go out and do some shopping for tomorrow,” Mrs. Shobha says warmly.
Karan immediately stands up, taking Riya’s hand.
“Of course, why not? I’ll personally take my soon-to-be wife shopping,” he says with a playful grin.
Just then, Samar and I step out of our room. Karan smiles and asks, “Sister-in-law, how are you feeling now?”
“I’m fine,” I reply softly, then notice Riya and Karan preparing to go somewhere.
“Are you both going shopping?” Riya nods.
“Then let’s all go together,” I say cheerfully.
At that moment, Rimjhim comes out of the kitchen. I quickly say, “Come with us for shopping."
Rimjhim shakes her head. “No, I don’t need anything.”
Mrs. Shobha intervenes in a tone that is half loving, half firm. “How can you say that? Tomorrow is the wedding, go and shop.”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!