Chapter 85 The Roar of Fury
I, standing so close to him, immediately notice the sudden tension in his expression. I feel something terribly wrong. Samar turns to leave in haste, and in my soft yet trembling voice, I stop him, holding onto his hand: "Where are you going?"
He looks back at me, his eyes filled with determination yet torn with conflict. "I have urgent work… I must go," he says firmly.
Before I can question further, Samar walks away quickly, leaving me standing there, confused and anxious. My heart weighs down with worry. For a while, I simply stare at the empty doorway, then quietly compose myself and walk to the living area.
The living room is bathed in soft morning light. Vihan sits on the sofa, bent over his laptop, finishing some pending work. His face shows fatigue, yet there is also a determined focus in his eyes.
Across the room, I appear, draped in a deep red saree. I look breathtakingly beautiful, yet my expression carries both sorrow and anger. Vihan lifts his eyes from the laptop for a fleeting moment and thinks, "She looks so beautiful..." But before he can speak, I walk past him coldly, ignoring his presence entirely. I leave the room in silence.
A hollow ache fills Vihan's chest. Something about my silence unsettles him, like I carry unspoken emotions he cannot reach. But he chooses not to say anything, forcing himself back into his work.
Moments later, all the children gather in the hall everyone except Samar and Rohit. In the center stand Mr. Ajay and Mrs. Shobha, holding large travel bags.
Ruhi, startled, immediately asks, "Mom, where are you going?"
There is worry written across Shobha's face. She caresses Ruhi's head lovingly and explains, "Child, do you remember your distant Grandpa? His health has become very critical. That's why we must leave for England immediately. He always treated your father as his own son. It's our duty to be there for him."
I step forward, my voice tight with unease: "But Mom, so suddenly? How can you leave us like this?"
Shobha looks into my eyes with quiet strength. "Sometimes, beta, life puts us in situations we don't choose. We didn't plan to leave so soon… but it's necessary. You all must take care of yourselves."
Then her gaze shifts to Rimjhim. Walking closer, she places a hand on her shoulder and with a faint yet reassuring smile says, "Rimjhim, you are the eldest daughter-in-law of this family. From today, this home's responsibilities rest with you. We leave behind our duties in your hands."
Rimjhim lowers her eyes, nodding slowly. Her heart beats faster with nervousness, but at the same time she feels the heavy weight of responsibility settle on her shoulders.
After a quick farewell, Mr. Ajay and Mrs. Shobha hurry out, getting into the car and leaving for the airport.
Samar's car screeches to a halt in front of a desolate, crumbling ruin. The sharp cry of the brakes tears apart the suffocating silence of the night. The air is heavy with a strange chill, and the pale moonlight falls on the broken walls of the ruin, making them look even more sinister. Bats circle above, their restless wings adding an eerie terror to the atmosphere.
Samar steps out with hurried strides. Inside him boils a storm of rage, restlessness, and obsession. His eyes gleam like those of a hunter ready to strike. Every footstep echoes loudly in the night's stillness, each sound sharp enough to pierce the silence. And then, a few paces ahead, he sees Rohit already waiting.
Rohit's face carries no expression, as if he has locked away every emotion deep within. Yet his eyes burn with a strange redness—an unsettling blend of fury, sleepless nights, and the unbearable weight of truth.
The space between them feels suffocating. Samar's heartbeat pounds in his ears, every thud louder than the last. His entire being is consumed by one desire to finally see the real face of the conspiracy threatening his family.
Without a word, Rohit reaches into his jacket pocket and pulls out a packet. He extends it toward Samar. Inside are a photograph and several documents.
Samar seizes them with impatient hands. But the moment his eyes fall on the photograph, his body freezes. His face stiffens as if carved into stone, and his widened eyes tremble with disbelief. It is as though every breath has been ripped out of his chest in that instant.
He flips through the photograph again, then scans the documents. Each page, each piece of evidence points to the same truth the same face, the same person. The revelations leave no room for doubt. Samar's heartbeat thunders louder, like a drum echoing inside his skull.
The ground beneath him seems to collapse. That face… the one in the photograph… is someone who has been close to his family every single day. Someone they trusted, someone who shared their space. And yet that very person is their hidden enemy.
A violent storm surges inside Samar. His hands clench tightly around the photograph, fingers trembling uncontrollably. Shock drains the color from his face, while fury paints it with a fiery red.
In the mansion’s dining area, everyone is gathered together around the long table. The air is warm with the aroma of freshly cooked parathas, crispy toast, juice, and steaming tea.
The sound of laughter and chatter fills the hall. Neeti and Shorya’s playful banter lightens the mood even more. For the first time in days, the house feels at peace, as if a small ray of sunshine has broken through the heavy clouds of tension that have been lingering for so long.
But one chair is empty Samar’s. His absence is quietly felt by everyone, though no one says it out loud.
Ruhi’s eyes fall on me, sitting silently. My face carries a shadow of sadness, my eyes restless, as though I am holding something heavy inside my heart. Ruhi leans closer and asks softly, “What happened, Sister-in-law?”
In a faint voice, I reply, “He left without eating breakfast…”
Neeti quickly tries to ease my worries, “Oh Ishani, relax… Bhai can manage his breakfast on his own.”
Shorya takes out his phone and says, “I’ll call Samar.”
But before he can, Vihan, who has been glancing towards the gate, suddenly speaks in a sharper tone, “Samar’s here…”
Everyone turns their eyes in the same direction. The sight freezes the laughter in the air. Walking through the gate is Samar, his face burning with rage, his steps heavy and storm-like. Behind him walks Rohit, his expression equally stern, as though burdened by a truth too heavy to carry.
No one has time to process what is happening before Samar reaches the center of the hall. His voice erupts, loud and furious, shaking the very walls, “Ishaniii…!!!”
The roar of his voice makes my entire body shiver. I freeze, my heart pounding, and my eyes widen as I look at Samar in fear. Everyone quickly stands up from their seats and rushes into the hall.
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!