Chapter 92 Convincing the Hurt Wives
Rimjhim lies on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her body is still, but her heart trembles inside her chest. A shadow of sadness and exhaustion rests on her face. Tears gather in her eyes, yet she refuses to let them fall. One question keeps echoing in her mind, Will Vihan ever truly accept me as his own?
Suddenly, the door bursts open.
Vihan walks in with quick, heavy steps. His face carries a strange mix of anger, helplessness, and hidden pain all at once. Rimjhim doesn’t move. She doesn’t even blink. His presence makes no difference to her. Her gaze remains fixed on the ceiling.
Vihan comes straight to the bed and sits beside her. Without hesitation, he grabs her hand firmly, trying to pull her up. His voice is sharp, commanding.
“Get up..!”
Rimjhim doesn’t budge. She lies still, silent, her face holding an odd calmness even though inside, she is breaking apart. Vihan grips her other hand, clutching both tightly, and forces her to look at him. His voice softens, just a little.
“Sorry…! My words weren’t meant the way you understood them, Rimjhim. You’re a very good girl, and I can’t bear to see you hurt like this. But…”
He pauses, takes a deep breath, then continues.
“I can never give you the place of a wife in my life. My heart no longer has the ability to love anyone. Do you think I can even love Drishti? No. Not her either. Love has completely died in me.”
Rimjhim listens quietly. Tears threaten to spill, but she forces them back. After a moment, she turns her face toward him. With trembling eyes, she nods gently in agreement. She says nothing but her silence speaks volumes. It tells him she understands… even if his words shatter her heart.
A faint smile touches Vihan’s lips, as if a heavy burden has lifted after speaking his truth. Without another word, he stands up and walks out of the room.
The moment the door shuts, Rimjhim breaks.
Tears spill freely. She buries her face into the pillow and cries silently, her muffled sobs filling the emptiness of the room.
Outside, Vihan’s face hardens again, regaining its usual cold, unreadable mask. He pulls out his phone, dials a number, and says in a low, firm voice, “Meet me. Right now.”
Without waiting for a response, he cuts the call and strides out of the villa, his steps brisk and heavy, as if he is carrying a secret he cannot reveal.
Samar and Shorya, sitting in the hall, notice him leaving. Confusion flashes across their faces.
“Where is he going at this hour?” Samar mutters, narrowing his eyes.
Vihan doesn’t look back. He simply gestures to his bodyguards, and instantly, they follow him in a separate car.
Samar watches until Vihan disappears through the gates. His voice drops to a suspicious whisper. “He’s definitely hiding something…”
Neeti lies on her bed, wrapped tightly in a blanket, as if trying to hide not just her body but also her pain and loneliness. Her eyes are shut, yet her heart feels unbearably heavy. The silence of the room presses down on her until the door slowly creaks open.
Shorya steps inside.
He pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath, gathering courage. Quietly, he walks to the bed and sits beside her. His voice is soft, almost trembling.
“Neeti..?”
There is no response. Only silence.
Worry flickers across his face. He gently pulls the blanket away and finds Neeti lying with her eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. Something about her stillness pierces his heart. Without another word, Shorya bends down and scoops her into his arms.
Startled, Neeti’s eyes fly open. Her voice shakes with resistance.
“Put me down…!”
But Shorya doesn’t let go. He sits back on the bed, holding her tightly. Neeti struggles, trying to free herself, but his grip only tightens.
“Let me go!” she cries, her voice breaking.
Instead, Shorya rests his forehead against her shoulder. His voice carries a raw honesty she has never heard before.
“I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it. Those words just slipped out.”
That apology shatters her.
Tears spill from Neeti’s eyes as she sobs. “Oh really? It just slipped out? Even when you said you regretted marrying me… that was a mistake too?”
“Neeti...” Shorya tries to explain.
“No!” she cuts him off, her voice trembling with anguish. “Don’t say anything. I understand now… I am cursed. That’s what I am.”
“Neeti, please,” he pleads. “You’re making this worse.”
But her tears won’t stop. “No, I am cursed!” she shouts, pushing him away with all her strength. She stands up and storms out of the room before he can stop her.
The door slams shut.
Shorya’s jaw clenches. Anger and helplessness boil inside him. With a frustrated growl, he punches the wall.
“Damn it…!”
Neeti walks straight to Ruhi’s room.
Ruhi looks up from the bed, startled by her sister’s broken expression. She rushes forward. “What happened, Di?”
Neeti doesn’t answer. She collapses into Ruhi’s arms and sobs uncontrollably.
“Di, please… don’t cry. Tell me, what happened?” Ruhi whispers, her own eyes filling with tears.
Between sobs, Neeti tells her everything the hurtful words Shorya said, the weight of rejection, the pain she can no longer carry.
Ruhi listens carefully. Then, to Neeti’s shock, she smiles faintly and says softly, “Di, you’re overthinking. My jiju is a good man. He could never truly mean that. Maybe he was just… joking?”
Neeti opens her mouth to protest, but Ruhi cuts her off gently. “Please, Di… enough for now. Try to sleep.”
Neeti stares at her little sister. Slowly, she caresses Ruhi’s head and says with a bittersweet smile, “You’ve become so strong, my doll… hiding all your pain behind that smile, even after losing your love.”
Ruhi quickly turns her face away. “No, Di… that’s not true.”
Neeti’s voice softens, yet pierces with truth. “Don’t lie to me, Ruhi. I’ve been with you since childhood. I wiped your tears, scolded you for skipping homework. You told me every secret… and now you’re lying to me?”
Ruhi remains silent.
Neeti strokes her hair again and whispers words that shake Ruhi’s heart. “Rohit doesn’t love Sunaina. He only said that to push you away. He never liked her… not even a little.”
Ruhi freezes. Her eyes widen, then dim with suppressed emotions. She looks at Neeti but says nothing.
Neeti leans closer, hope trembling in her voice. “Will you give him a place in your life again…?”
Ruhi stays silent for a long moment. Finally, she lies down, turning her face away. Her voice is barely a whisper.
“Please sleep, Di. I’m tired too… I don’t have the strength to stay awake anymore.”
But in those words, her heart is revealed. She still carries Rohit within her soul only fear and pain hold her back.
Neeti understands. She smiles faintly. “Strength will come… if you choose to hold on.”
Ruhi glances at her sister for a brief second, then closes her eyes. Neeti watches her quietly, tucks the blanket around her, turns off the light, and lies beside her.
Elsewhere, a strange ache settles in Samar’s heart. After the day’s fights, guilt weighs heavily on him. Worry consumes him now only one thought repeating endlessly.
What if Ishani drifts away from me?
TO BE COUNTINUE...!!!