All Chapters of shattered vows : Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The drive home was filled with an uncomfortable silence, the only sound being the soft hum of the Lamborghini's engine and the background voice of traffic and moving vehicles. Adyant's eyes darted between the road and Veda's profile, her face illuminated by the moonlight. He couldn't shake off the feeling that had stirred within him during the dance as his thoughts drifted away to their time together in the hotel again.Veda, lost in her thoughts, replayed the evening's events. Adyant's apology still lingered in her mind like a gentle breeze on a summer day. She couldn't help but wonder if it was a genuine gesture or just a momentary slip of tongue.As they approached their estate, Adyant's phone buzzed with an incoming message from Vidyut."Hey, buddy! Tonight was epic, yaar! You and Veda, quite the dancing duo! You look so perfect together. Lucky you. Langoor ke haath mein angoor Oops I mean Veda.” Vidyut had directly called him a primate too with a smirk emoji which felt like some

It was a beautiful morning, with the sun streaming through the windows and casting a warm golden hue on the room. The air was fresh and cool, with the faint scent of her shampoo still lingering on her skin. Veda had just stepped out of the bathroom after taking a bath, her locks still dripping wet as she stood in front of the huge mirror.Veda fumbled with the knot of her saree blouse, her fItingers struggling to tame the recalcitrant fabric.Her expressions turned into a little frown as she continued to wrestle with the uncooperative and stubborn fabric, making her sulk more.Lost in her own little trouble, Veda didn't notice Adyant's heated gaze which lingered on her back staring at her like a predator watching its prey. Just as she was about to give up, a warm presence enveloped her. Adyant stood behind her, his chest inches from her back."Let me," he whispered, his breath tickling her ear as he spoke in his husky voice.Before she could protest, his hands closed over hers, guid

The new dawn rose, the only sounds being her Veda's breathing and the chirps of the various birds outside. The weather was beautiful, with a few clouds in the sky and the warm sunlight coming through the trees beautifully.Veda stood in front of the mirror, gently drying her hair with the warmth of the dhuni, the soft flames dancing beneath the wooden frame. The ancient method, passed down through generations, was a ritual she cherished from a young age, passed down to her from her late grandmother. She closed her eyes, letting the warmth seep into her scalp as the feeling of calm filled her insides.It almost felt therapeutic.As she tended to her hair, Veda's thoughts drifted to her conversation with Vidyut. His words still echoed within her: "Love is a beautiful emotion, but the person you're giving your love to should be deserving of it." She replayed their conversation, finding solace and a sense of strength in Vidyut's words.Adyant entered the room, coming from his morning wal

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

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