As Veda prepared for the evening's family dinner. Their family always had this rule to eat earlier and each member was expected to be present at the time of dinner. As always Veda wanted everything to be perfect. She double-checked the dining table settings, ensuring the silverware and fine china were aligned precisely.
As she fluffed the cushions in the living room, Aadita, Adyant's sister, entered the room, wearing a crisp, tailored navy blue pantsuit, complemented by a crisp white blouse with subtle sheen. Her dark hair was pulled back into a sleek bun, and minimalist silver jewelry adorned her ears and wrists. Her professional outfit reflects her sharp business acumen. Aadita had joined the family business as a fashion designer after completing her graduation from one of the most prestigious fashion schools of Paris and from then on, she has been one of the huge supporters of the Rathore empire. She had created her own name and identity into the fashion world making her family proud. Aadita always had a genuine bond with Veda especially considering the fact that Veda was younger than Aadita which made her treat Veda as a little sister despite Veda being her elder sister in law. Aadita smiled softly as she hugged Veda. “Stunning as always. Having a wife like you is truly a blessing. My poker-faced brother really got lucky, huh.” Veda's eyes met Adyant's father, Advith, who smiled kindly. "I can't wait to taste the delicious dinner made by my favorite daughter-in-law.” Aryan, Adyant's younger brother, broke up in a fit of laughter. “Favorite daughter-in-law in law? You only have one daughter-in-law, dad–” Aryan soon zipped his mouth up after getting a good glare from his father. As they sat down to dinner, Adyant's younger brother, Aryan, teased Veda good-naturedly. "Sister in law, why are you feeding me so much? I'm getting fat!" Her father in law spoke again, his tone firm. “No Aryan, Nobody will tease my daughter.” Adyant’s uncle, Aarav and grandfather, Virendra Singh Rathore nodded as well, signaling the youngest Rathore to shut up before they took away his new car keys meanwhile Aarav's wife Divya and Adyant’s grandmother, Aaradhna just laughed. Aryan pouted as his cousins Avyukt and Avyan laughed, teasing and mocking Aryan playfully but the naughty pair of identical twins got a glare from Divya, their mother and that's where they knew that they're also in the red radar of the elders now. Veda smiled, feeling a sense of belonging among Adyant's family. Only if she felt the same with Adyant as well. Her mind screamed and she felt the same pain shot through her body again. The pain of a breaking heart… Adyant entered the room, his expression unreadable. "Sorry, I'm late," he said, kissing his mother's forehead. Nalini beamed. "Adyant, son, go and get fresh and up, then we will all have dinner together." As dinner progressed, Veda's sorrow grew. Adyant's distance was palpable, and his monosyllabic responses were enough to make her feel like she was the reason for his sour mood again. Her heart clenched in pain as she blamed herself for his detached behavior again. She knew he had lost his apletite after looking at her face. He had told her this many a times before and she knew their daily cycle was repeating as it always did. The family didn't notice much since Adyant had always been a serious and introverted person since childhood. As usual they took his silence as his normal self. Aadita attempted to engage Adyant in conversation, but he remained aloof. Nalini, Adyant's mother, noticed the tension. "Adyant, what's wrong? You seem distracted." Adyant forced a smile. "Nothing, Mom. Just tired." Veda's heart ached. She knew the truth. She was the reason for this, yet again. As the evening drew to a close, everyone went to their respective rooms but Veda's thoughts remained unmoved, hurting her with their constant reminder of a ruined life and shattered vows of a sacred bond like marriage. Adyant sat on the luxurious couch, working on his laptop while Veda helped the kids with their puzzles. Eira pouted as she looked up at her mother, "Mama, Papa's not playing with us." Veda forced a smile. "Papa's busy, baby. Let's finish our puzzles. Let your Papa work, okay?” Vedansh chimed in. "Papa, play with us!" Adyant's face, who was stoic and emotionless a few seconds ago, suddenly lit up with a warm smile. "Okay, okay! What game do you want to play?" Eira's eyes sparkled. "Hide and seek!" Adyant laughed, scooping up Eira and Vedansh in a hug as he kissed both of their little foreheads. "Alright, let's play!" As Adyant played with the kids, Veda watched, her heart heavy with sorrow and despair. She knew Adyant's love for their children was genuine, but his affection for her was nothing but a facade. But still, these were the only moments where she could live with the illusion of having a beautiful family which she had always dreamt of. After the game, Adyant tucked the kids in, showering them with kisses. "Goodnight, my little ones," he whispered to the kids, his voice laced with affection which people outside their family had never seen before Veda's eyes met Adyant's, a mix of longing and pain visible in them. "Adyant, can we talk?" Veda asked, her voice barely above a whisper. Adyant's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting with malice. "What's there to talk about, Veda? You know your place. Don't you? Then what's the use of starting the same topic again?” Veda's eyes stung with tears. "Our marriage... Don't do this, Adyant. You're hurting me each passing day.” Adyant sneered. "This marriage means nothing to me. You're just a village girl, Veda. You'll never understand my world. The only thing you're good at is doing those household chores which uneducated people like you do. Your world is small and it'll always be like this. Veda's voice trembled. "My world is not smaller than your small thinking.” Adyant's smile twisted and his eyes widened in surprise. She has never spoken to him like this. Usually she would just hang her head low and cry some tears and soon she would go back to her obedient wife self or so he thought. Adyant's gaze darkened as he looked at Veda with pure fury. “You've got some tongue, haven't you, darling?” Veda's heart thudded inside as fear gripped her and the pain was heavy enough to tear her apart. “I'm speaking the truth. You never wanted me, did you?" She blurted out in aa the pain her in her intensified. Adyant's eyes flashed with contempt. "No, I didn't. You were a convenient arrangement. An unwanted presence in my life. A burden.” The silence between them grew, a chasm widening with each passing second. Veda's voice cracked. "A convenient arrangement? That's all I was to you? Nothing more than an unwanted wife?” Adyant shrugged, his shoulders barely rising off the couch. "You were a means to an end. And that's what you'll always be. You're a curse from which I can't get rid off. Veda's eyes welled up in tears as her voice seemed to shake. "Am I a commodity for you, Adyant?” Adyant sneered, his lip curling. "That's exactly what you are, Veda. A village girl with no education, no connections, no etiquettes. You're only good for one thing and that is warming my bed and stay inside this mansion like a caretaker Veda's face stung from the venom in his words, her heart racing. "I try my best to be the wife you want me to be. I've always tried–”. Her voice shook as only a whisper came out. “I gave you everything.” Adyant's expression turned cold, his eyes glinting like ice. "Everything? Yes, you sure gave me your all.” He mocked, his voice cold as ice. “You're a constant reminder of what I lost. Mehek was the one I loved, the one I wanted to spend my life with. You ruined my life and here you've the audacity to speak as if you're the victim?” Adyant's words were sharp as a knife which tore Veda's innocent heart again. Veda's heart shattered into a million pieces, her voice trembling. "You're still in love with her, aren't you? Even after all these years." Adyant's eyes flashed with anger, his jaw clenched. "Yes, I am. And I'll always love her, no matter how hard you try to replace her. You can never be her.” Veda's voice cracked. "I never tried to replace her, Adyant. I just wanted to be your wife, to be loved by you. Adyant laughed, a harsh, mocking sound that cut Veda to the core. "You? Loved by me? Don't be ridiculous, Veda. You're just a liability. Nothing more, nothing less. And you'll always remain one, get that?” Veda's tears spilled over, her voice shaking. You never saw me, did you? Never saw the person I am? Did you never see my feelings for you?” Adyant's expression remained cold, unaffected. Veda's anger surged, her words pouring out in a torrent. "You used me, Adyant. You used me to please your family, you used me as you didn't want to disappoint them. Did you ever see me as something more than a bed warmer? Adyant's eyes flashed with annoyance. "Enough, You're just being dramatic." Veda's laughter was laced with bitterness. "Dramatic? You have no idea what it's like to be me, to be trapped in a relationship where I feel as if I don't even exist." Adyant stood, his movements fluid and his face stoic. "I don't have time for this conversation." Veda's voice stopped him. "Wait. Tell me one thing. Did you ever feel anything for me, even for a moment?" The words came out of her mouth even before she could put a stop to them. Adyant's gaze met hers, his eyes empty. "Yes, I did ." Hearing him, a glimmer of hope lit up in her heart only to be extinguished by his next words. “Hate, disgust and Contempt. I feel them everytime I see that face of yours.” Something broke inside Veda again. The silence was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words, unsaid hurt and her shattered dreams. But unknowingly her words had struck a chord in Adyant's chest. It was the first time in their four years of marriage that she has spoken to him like this. He felt suffocated by different emotions, each making him feel uneasy. But he shook his head and went on, trying his best to forget her words which continued to echo inside his mind like a broken record. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the chapter yall?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,