Chapter 88 Scolded By Him
I quietly walk toward my room. I lock the door from inside and stand still in the darkness. My tears roll down my cheeks, soaking them silently.
On the other side of the city, a black car speeds along the dark roads. Inside, Riya sits in silence. Her hands tremble slightly. For the first time in her life, she has spoken such words, confessed such a truth in front of everyone. Her heart pounds violently in her chest.
Drishti, sitting beside her, turns toward Riya and laughs loudly. She even claps and says, “Bravo, Riya! My heart is overjoyed. What a move you made you shook them all in just one moment.”
Riya tries to hold back her tears and softly says, “But Di… I’m married to him.”
Drishti waves her hand dismissively, her lips curling into a sly smile. “So what? Marriage isn’t a big deal. If you’re married, there can be a divorce too. You just need to remember one thing… your only target is revenge. Nothing else matters.”
At her words, a new fire ignites in Riya’s eyes. But before she can say anything more, tears suddenly well up in Drishti’s eyes. Her voice trembles as she speaks, “You know it well, don’t you, dear? Vihan betrayed me in the worst way. I was pregnant and then he left me.”
Riya’s heart shakes for a moment. Tears sting her own eyes. She immediately reaches out to wipe her sister’s tears and hugs her tightly. In a voice full of pain, she whispers, “No, Di… please don’t cry. Don’t you worry. I swear, I will not let a single one of them live. I’ll make them pay for every tear you’ve shed.”
Drishti slowly wipes away Riya’s tears instead. That cunning, devilish smile returns to her lips once again. Placing her hand on Riya’s head, she whispers softly, “This is exactly what I wanted.”
The car continues racing through the darkness. One side carries the storm of rage and pain burning within Riya’s heart, while on the other side, Drishti’s face glows with a wicked, sinister smile.
Karan sits silently on the bed in his room. The dim light fills the space with a heavy gloom, and an unsettling stillness hangs in the air. In his hands is a photograph the picture of his wedding with Riya from the day before. That picture is like an open wound for him, a wound that tears deeper every time his eyes fall upon it, pulling out the buried emotions of his heart.
Before his eyes, one by one, all the moments he has spent with Riya begin to play like a film. He remembers their trip, the bus adventure the way her laughter could light up the entire atmosphere.
Her innocent face, her childish talks, her stubbornness, her sweet sulking, the way she laughed endlessly until tears came everything feels alive inside Karan’s heart again.
Then come the memories of the times when Riya cried in front of him, and how he tried to comfort her, holding her gently, promising her peace. And then those moments when Riya came close to him, when for the first time, she poured out all her love into his eyes without hesitation.
But above all, the memory that carves the deepest mark in his soul is of the previous night the night when they completely surrendered to each other, without barriers, without fears, without holding back.
Now, Karan’s heart can no longer carry the weight of these memories. As he gazes at the photograph, tears slip from his eyes. Each drop falls onto the picture, dampening it as though the past itself is being soaked in his grief. With every tear, his heart shatters a little more, as if life itself is slipping out of his grasp.
I slowly step into the room. Samar is sitting silently on the sofa, his eyes closed, as if the weight of the entire world rests on his shoulders. His face is a mixture of anger and exhaustion, every emotion leaving its mark on his features, making him look both distant and unreachable.
I cautiously sit beside him, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and concern. I speak softly, my voice trembling just slightly, “Please… don’t be angry, everything will be alright.”
Samar glances at me without opening his eyes, his expression unreadable. There is no warmth in his gaze only a deep, piercing intensity that weighs down the air around us. Then, in a low, heavy voice, he asks, “Will… everything really be alright?”
A shiver runs down my spine at the weight of his words. I whisper gently, “Yes… it will be alright. But you shouldn’t have raised your hand on Karan.”
Samar’s anger flares instantly. He shouts, “And you’ll tell me what I should do? You don’t understand anything… Stay away. Don’t get involved in our matters!”
For the first time, tears well up in my eyes. He has never scolded me like this before, and the mixture of fear and hidden affection in my heart overwhelms me. I try to speak again, but Samar ignores me and closes his eyes once more, retreating into his own storm of emotions.
Inside his mind, a whirlwind rages anger, confusion, guilt, and frustration all tangled together. There is love, but there is also resentment, and every thought clashes violently with the next.
Unable to hold back my tears, I quietly rise to my feet. My heart is heavy with worry and care for him, yet I know I have to leave. I walk out of the room silently.
The study room is heavy with silence. The atmosphere feels suffocating, as though even the walls have absorbed their grief and anger. Around a round table sit Samar, Vihan, Rohit, and Shorya each of their faces carrying exhaustion, frustration, and sorrow all at once.
After a long pause, Vihan lowers his head, lets out a weary sigh, and speaks in a guilt-ridden voice, “It’s all my fault… if I had never met Drishti, none of this would have happened. Just to satisfy her revenge, she ended up hurting Karan so badly…”
His words tremble with guilt and pain. Before he can say more, Samar cuts him off. His jaw is tight, his eyes burning with rage. “I can’t understand this at all… Of all the girls in the world, you had to fall for her? A woman that low? And you gave her a place in your heart?”
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!