Semua Bab shattered vows : Bab 1 - Bab 10

Adyant Rathod stood at the edge of his lavish bed, gazing down at his wife's sleeping form.This was his wife, the woman he hates with the deepest parts of his heart. Contempt simmered in his chest, fueled by the memories of his past love, his lost love, Mehek, the girl who he could never forget. and this woman he was forced to marry, Veda, was a constant reminder of his sacrificed happiness.Adyant's gaze hardened, his jaw clenched against the familiar knot of resentment that formed whenever he looked at Veda's innocent face."Stupid, illiterate village girl," he muttered, his voice barely audible, as he thought about the life he truly desired with the woman he had truly loved.A few moments later Veda stirred, her eyes fluttering open as she looked at her husband.She winced in pain as she tried to get up. He had again taken her the whole night like a beast and she willingly surrendered to his lust. His rough touches made her hiss in pain and pleasure at the same time and no matter

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

Veda's eyes fluttered open, the morning sunlight streaming through the windows. She felt exhausted, her emotions raw from the previous night's revelations. The memory of Adyant's words still lingered, piercing her heart like a sharp knife, making heart bleed with unshed blood and tears."Hate, disgust, and contempt. I feel them every time I see your face."The words still echoed in her mind but she tried her best to shake them away.She looked over at the bed, his side was empty indicating that Adyant had left for the office earlier in the morning and for some reason she didn't feel upset.It was as if her love for him was eating her up slowly and now even his absence wasn't that painful anymore.Her heart was thawing slowly and she had a feeling that the love she had for Adyant would fade away soon into the hurt he had inflicted on her over all these years."What are you doing Adyant? Everything will be ruined."She whispered to herself. The fear of forgetting him forever was visible

Days passed, and Veda's heart remained heavy, weighed down by the mysterious woman's voice that lingered in her mind. The memory of that fateful phone call haunted her, and she couldn't shake off the feeling of being replaced, of being unwanted. But she didn't breathe a word to anyone, not even Aadita, who sensed something was amiss.How could she tell the family that she means nothing to her own husband?And so, she kept quiet. She suffered alone with the pain tearing her heart apart everyday and that woman's voice echoing inside her mind every single night.Veda's smile now felt like a facade, a carefully crafted mask concealing her pain as she went through the motions of her daily life. She attended family gatherings, participated in conversations, and laughed along with others, all while hiding the pain and sorrow inside her heart. Adyant's return loomed, and Veda's anxiety grew with each passing moment as she thought of the new hurt and agony he was going to inflict into her ag

Veda's brush danced across the canvas, vibrant colors blending in harmony. Her art, once a forgotten passion, now served as a soothing balm to her wounded soul.As she lost herself in creativity, the door slowly creaked open.Adyant stepped into the art studio, his eyes scanning the room as he looked over at her.Veda stood at her easel, lost in her painting and essence of calmness.Adyant's gaze locked onto her, taking in the serenity etched on her face.For a few seconds he stood frozen, unable to move as he took in her calm and serene facial expressions. Her focus on her art was captivating.For a moment, he forgot his resentment.He noticed the faint scent of turpentine and oil paints.The studio's warmth enveloped him.He approached quietly, not wanting to disturb her as he moved his footsteps forward, careful enough to not make any noise.As he drew closer, the soft curve of her neck and gentle smile mesmerized him for a second and his gaze continued to linger at face and the w