Adyant stormed out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him. Veda's tears still echoed in his mind, but he couldn't muster any empathy inside him.
How can he feel empathy for a woman he considers hates with his guts? His insides screamed and with that ue stepped out of the mansion. Their marriage was a hollow shell, a mere facade of happiness. Adyant's resentment toward Veda grew with each passing day and he felt suffocated to be in the same house with her. He entered his office, seeking some solace in work. A few minutes later, Rohan, his efficient assistant, looked up from his desk. "Sir, the merger meeting is scheduled for 10 am. Shall I brief you?" Rohan asked, handing Adyant a thick file. Adyant nodded curtly, his thoughts still consumed by his tumultuous marriage as Mehek's memories surrounded him yet again. As he scanned the documents, his mind wandered to the countless arguments, the unfulfilled dreams, resentment towards him and own wife and the stifling silence that filled their home. Veda's innocent face flashed in his mind, but Adyant's anger quickly suppressed the image. He couldn't forgive her for being a constant reminder of his sacrificed happiness. He couldn't forgive how that stupid girl from a mere village turned his whole life upside down. Veda, for him have always been a gold digger who accepted to marry him for the wealth and status of Rathore family and he will make sure to make her regret this decision every single day of her life. He wished to divorce the wench called Veda after a year of their marriage but unfortunately for him, she fell pregnant, that too with twins. He was careful enough to always use protection every time they had sex but sometimes we don't always get what we want from life and soon his plans failed and he had to act like the perfect, loving husband of the woman he hates the most. His first instinct was to get rid of the problems growing inside that woman's womb but soon he found himself getting attached to those tiny lives. Adyant would lie if he ever says that he dislikes his children. For him, Eira and Vedansh are the most beautiful part of his life. He had never thought that he would come to love the children born out of that distasteful woman this much. He loved his children more than anything. Especially his baby daughter, Eira. She has him clearly wrapped around her tiny little finger that he's sure of. Coming out of his thoughts he looked at Rohan, his assistant with a firm look in his eyes. Rohan, get me the Johnson report," Adyant barked, diverting his attention to the task at hand. Rohan hesitated, sensing his boss's agitation. "Sir, is everything-" "Just get the report, Rohan," Adyant interrupted, his tone sharp which made Rohan tremble slightly. The poor guy knew what kind of man his boss was. As Rohan scurried to obey, Adyant's gaze fell upon their wedding photo on his desk. Veda's bright smile and his own forced grin mocked him. He suddenly felt the bitterness building up inside his chest. Adyant hated how his mother had put this wedding picture on his desk. Everyday he felt a sudden urge to break the picture of that cursed day into pieces and burn it to ashes. He turned away, the image burning into his memory. Rohan hastily exited the office, leaving Adyant alone with his thoughts. The silence was oppressive, weighing heavily on his shoulders as his mind and thoughts wavered back to Veda. Adyant's gaze drifted to the city skyline outside his window. The hustle and bustle of Mumbai's streets was a stark contrast to the stagnation of his marriage and the bitter emotions inside of him. Oh how much he wished for Veda to disappear.... He thought back to the arguments, the hurt, hate, the unspoken resentments and Veda's attempts to please him only fueled his frustration. He hated how that woman wished for him to behave with her like a real husband. She was a witch who ate all his happiness and now she wants him to be her perfect husband? His lips curled up in a bitter chuckle as he thought about her and how he Will have to behave like a good husband in front of all his family Adyant took his phone out of the pocket and scrolled through the dating app swiping left and right. It gives him a sick satisfaction when he talks to all those women in calls or chats with them in front of Veda. He loves it when he shows their picture to his wife and compares her to them. He feels content to see the hurt in Veda's face when he gives attention to those educated and high class women who want him desperately and most of all he loves the way it shatters Veda's self esteem into tiny pieces. He revels in her pain and agony. "Sir, the Johnson report," Rohan announced, returning with the file. Adyant took the report, his eyes scanning the pages without registering the content. His mind was elsewhere, trapped in the cycle of anger, hate and conflicted emotions. Just as he began to focus on the report, his phone buzzed. His jaw clenched and his face hardened as Veda's name flashed on the screen. "Adyant, please-" "I'm busy," he cut her off, his tone firm. Veda's voice trembled. "I just want to talk-" "Later, Veda. Not now." Adyant ended the call, his jaw clenched and annoyance visible in his face. "But Adyant-" "I've meetings to handle here, Veda. I don't stay at the mansion all day and enjoy free luxuries." He spoke, the venom was visible in his voice and with that Veda was broken, yet again and the phone went off. Rohan cleared his throat, sensing the tension surrounding the room. "Sir, perhaps-" "No, Rohan. Just leave it." Adyant's warning glance silenced his assistant. The office fell silent once more, the only sound was the hum of the air conditioner and silent echoes of Adyant's hate for an innocent heart. *** In the Rathore mansion Veda stood in the bedroom, her eyes fixed on the door Adyant had slammed shut. Tears streamed down her face as she wondered what she had done wrong this time. With each passing day, his cold demeanor was leaving her feeling isolated and alone. What did she do wrong? She married a man she was betrothed to since childhood. Is loving him her only fault? The pain shot through her heart as tears continued to pour like niagara falls from her beautiful brown eyes. She has always remained loyal to him. She had loved him ever since she learnt to know the meaning of love. From her teenage years, Veda learnt all the things which Adyant liked. She wanted to be perfect for him. What did she do to deserve this treatment from the only man she has loved with all her heart? The questions swirled in her mind and her tears poured like a heartbreaking rainfall. Veda's gaze fell upon their children, Eira and Vedansh, playing quietly in the adjacent room. Her heart swelled with love and affection as she looked at their innocent faces. She wiped away her tears and took a deep breath. For her children's sake, she had to keep trying to make this marriage work. "Mommy's fine, babies," Veda forced a smile, joining Eira and Vedansh. Eira, her 3 year-old daughter, looked up with concern. "Mama, why are you crying?" Veda hugged her tightly. "Mommy's fine, babies," Veda forced a smile, joining Eira and Vedansh. Just a little tired, sweetie. Let's have breakfast." Vedansh, Eira's twin brother chimed in, "Mama, I want Papa!" Veda's heart ached as she looked at her innocent children. "I want him too, baby." She mumbled softly with her heart breaking from inside. "Papa will come home soon, beta," Veda replied, trying to sound convincing. As they sat down to eat, Veda's mind wandered to her own family. Her parents, who had passed away, would have been devastated by her marriage. They had always wished nothing but happiness for her. They were sure that she would be happy with Adyant. Only if they knew.... Her in law's loved her like her real parents but happiness was a far away word for her now. She knew how to act happy in front of her in law's but only she knew how hollow she was from inside. She was a hollow shell of a person who was losing herself everyday. She was a broken doll just like her fractured marriage and destroyed destiny. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the first chapter you all?Adyant woke up, feeling an unusual sense of lightness. He turned to his side, expecting to see Veda's beautiful smiling face, but she was already up and getting ready in the bathroom."Veda?" he called out, trying to sound casual.The bathroom door opened slowly, and Veda stepped out, her expression neutral."Good morning," she said, her voice lacking the warmth from the previous night as if she had forgotten everything which had happened last night Adyant felt a pang of disappointment, but couldn't quite put his finger on why."Good morning," he replied back, trying to gauge her mood.Veda began to get ready, her movements swift and efficient with no expression on her face.Adyant watched, sensing a distance he couldn't explain but all he felt was a sense of emptiness inside him again."Veda, can we talk?" he asked, sitting up in bed.She paused, her eyes meeting him for a brief moment as he looked at him for a minute, her expression unreadable."Not now, Adyant. I have to get the k
Adyant stepped out of his office building, greeted by the warm evening sun. The day had been long and grueling, but his mind wasn't on work. All he could think of was Veda.He had already made sure to block all of Vidyut's phone numbers and he had no interest in hearing that man's nonsense any longer.Adyant's thoughts drifted back towards Veda again. Her word's still lingered in his thoughts: "There's a lot you don't know about me, Adyant. You never tried to know, and maybe... maybe you'll never know."Her words haunted him as the guint gnawed inside his chest continuously.As he walked towards his Mercedes, he noticed a street vendor selling roses and flowers nearby. The vendor's enthusiastic call caught his attention and he looked around to find the man behind him."Sir, take one for your lovely wife! Make her day special!" The man said, showing Adyant all those red roses.Adyant hesitated, but the vendor's words struck a chord inside his heart. He thought of Veda, her gentle smile
Adyant's onyx eyes slowly opened, greeted by the warm sunlight streaming through the window. He winced slightly, rubbing his temples. His head pounded, a lingering reminder of last night's whiskey.He sat up, scanning the room. His eyes darted towards the other side. Veda's side of the bed was empty, her pillow untouched."Veda?" he called out, his voice hoarse.Silence.She was nowhere to be seen.Adyant swung his legs over the side of the bed, planting his feet firmly on the ground. His mind replayed the events of the previous night – the Antakshari game, Vidyut's presence, Veda and Vidyut laughing and playing together and his own outburst.“Fuck! What the hell had come over me last night?” He muttered to himself, cursing as he remembered everything which had happened the previous night.Regret crept inside him, mingling with his morning-after haze.He made his way to the large balcony, squinting in the bright glimmering light. The garden below was peaceful and serene but the tuls
Adyant stumbled through the front door, his vision blurry from the whiskey and the alcohol running inside him. The evening's events replayed in his mind, fueling his jealousy to a huge extent.Vidyut's smile, Veda's laughter, their victorious hug. Every moment taunted him.It haunted him.He staggered upstairs, his footsteps heavy. The bedroom door creaked open, and he entered, slamming it shut behind him.Veda lay asleep, her peaceful face illuminated by the moonlight.She looked serene.Adyant's gaze lingered, his emotions in turmoil as he wished to take her in his arms and punish her with a brutal and rough kiss which she could never forget in all her life.He approached the bed, his movements unsteady. Veda's gentle breathing contrasted with his own ragged gasps."Veda," he slurred, his voice low and husky.Veda stirred, opening her eyes slowly "Adyant? What time is it?"Adyant's eyes narrowed, his jealousy boiling over. "Time…..Yes you had such a good time today. You were enjoyin
The opulent Rathore mansion, nestled in the heart of the city, hummed with warmth and laughter. The sprawling living room, adorned with intricate wooden carvings and vibrant artwork, was lighting up with the laughter of family members as they all spent time together talking and playing games.The Rathore family, a loving and lively family, filled the space with their presence. Adyant's grandparents sat on a plush couch, engrossed in a game of cards. His parents chatted while Aadita and the boys were busy scrolling through their phones. Adyant's uncle and aunt joined in, sharing stories of their latest travel to Los Angel's.Veda moved effortlessly with the tray of tea in her hands.Her elegant saree rustled as she poured tea for the family while the kids played quietly in the corner, lost in their own little world with their toys and teddies.As the evening sun cast a golden glow through the large windows, the doorbell rang, breaking the cozy atmosphere and surrounding. Veda wiped her
Days blended together, each one a reminder of Veda's silence which continued to haunt Adyant. His routine became a mechanical exercise, devoid of purpose or direction. His mind wandered, conjuring images of Veda's smile, her laughter, and her gentle touch.One afternoon, as he entered inside her studio, Adyant noticed Veda's perfume lingering in the air.Fragrance of Jasmine.The scent triggered a cascade of memories, and he felt an overwhelming urge to be close to her, to be near her, to touch her cheek and brush his hands fingers against her smooth neck."Veda?" he whispered, hoping she'd respond to him.She looked up at him, her expression neutral."Yes?"Adyant's heart sank, but he refused to give up."I want to talk, Veda." He spoke with a softer voice than before.Veda nodded, her eyes returning back to paintings as she sat down on the couch.Adyant sat beside her, his proximity stirring a mix of emotions inside him. He longed to reach out, to touch her hand or brush a strand of
Days passed, and the tension between Adyant and Veda remained palpable.Veda's defiance had left Adyant shocked, unsure of how to respond or talk to her Adyant wandered the empty halls of their mansion, feeling lost and isolated. He didn't know why but Veda's silence was eating him alive. He felt as if something inside of him was ripping apart.He felt empty.He felt alone without her.He missed her voice, her smile, her gentle touch and her brown eyes looking at him with a sense of longing.But whenever he tried to approach her, Veda would politely dismiss him, her eyes cold and distant.She would try to stay away from him. She would go out without telling him anything and would come back after hours with a genuine smile on her face.As for the other times, then she will remain the same loving Veda with the family and kids but with Adyant she behaved like a stranger with whom she was just sharing a roof with and nothing else.It felt as if his existence didn't matter to her anymor
The evening casted a shadow of darkness over the Rathore estate but another storm was brewing inside Adyant and the darkness inside him was ready to consume everything which Veda held precious.Adyant stormed into their mansion, slamming the door hard behind him. The silence that followed was oppressive, heavy with unspoken tension. Hours ticked by, each passing moment amplifying Adyant's rage. His anger had been simmering since Veda's abrupt dismissal and ignorant tone on the phone and an unknown feeling which felt like jealousy was burning inside him ready to consume Veda along with him in the fire of his fury.As he ascended to their bedroom, his resolve to confront Veda grew more. The door creaked open, and Adyant entered, his eyes blazing with fury and rage. Veda lay on the bed, lost in thought, her expression serene. The toddlers were already sleeping peacefully in their crib. The calmness that surrounded her only fueled Adyant's ire."Who was he?" Adyant demanded, his voice lo
Veda stepped back from her canvas, eyes shining with tears. The vibrant colors and bold brushstrokes seemed to pulse with life, reflecting her own transformation as a Phoenix."Breaking Free" was more than just a painting. It was her declaration of independence, an evidence to the strength she'd discovered within herself.It was the witness of her power which she had uncovered within herself.Her phone buzzed, breaking the spell of the mesmerizing creation. Vidyut's name flashed on the screen, and a warm smile spread across her beautiful face."Hey, beautiful," his voice wrapped around her like a gentle embrace. "How's my favorite artist?"Veda's heart swelled. No one had ever made her feel seen and appreciated like Vidyut did."The painting's finally done," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. The words felt like a revelation, a confirmation of her growth and new found strength."Can't wait to see it," Vidyut replied, his enthusiasm felt infectious. "Tonight?"Veda hesitated,