Broken By Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 17

Third Person's POV

Looking at Sikha sobbing, slumped on the floor, Dhruv walked to her and tried to put his hand over her shoulder to reassure her, but she swatted his hand away. Fueled by her anger, she pushed her hand over the floor and stood up, facing Dhruv.

"Why did you tell me this now, Dhruv? You thought your guilt would lessen if you admitted to your crime? You thought I would forgive you if you showed me your honesty? Is that it?"

"I will correct all my mistakes, Sikha. I have already called my lawyers and asked them to prepare bail papers first thing in the morning tomorrow. You will have to write a letter, taking back your complaint, and once my lawyers present it to the court, your parents will be free from jail.

"And about everything I did to you, I will atone for it my whole life, Sikha. I will keep you so happy that you will forget all your pain. Just one chance is all I ask with you, Sikha. Please." Dhruv looked at Sikha, his face marred with a mixture of hope and desperation.

"I am going to the police station right now and taking back the complaint. I won't let my parents spend another night in jail." Ignoring everything Dhruv said, Sikha only focused on getting her parents out of prison.

Dhruv shook his head, and Sikha saw him walking towards her, a quiet determination on his face.

Sikha knew he would not let her leave, but she will have to leave, will have to escape this place so she can free her parents, who are facing punishment for the crime they never committed.

She looked around, hoping to find anything that could help her escape. She felt desperation rise in her as she looked at Dhruv about to reach her.

As she continued to look around, her eyes fell on the vase on the table beside her. Not thinking anything else, she took the vase and broke it by banging it against the edge of the table. Then she held a broken piece of glass in one hand and brought it over the wrist of the other hand.

Dhruv was alarmed when he saw Sikha holding a glass piece against her wrist. "Sikha, what are you doing?"

"If you won't let me go to the police station right now, I will cut my wrist, Dhruv." Sikha hoped Dhruv would believe her lie. She would never hurt herself, but she needed to lie now because she felt it was the only way to escape Dhruv and reach her parents.

"You said you love me, right? So, you would not want me to die, right, Dhruv?"

"Sikha, listen to me, please, I can.... SIKHA, NO," Dhruv suddenly shouted when Sikha pressed that glass shard to her wrist, a drop of blood coming out.

"Let me go now, Dhruv. Just let me go, please. I would rather die than spend another second with you and breathe in the same space as you." Sikha hissed as she pressed the shard a little harder to her wrist, taking care just to let some blood out to scare Dhruv but not do any serious harm to herself.

Dhruv sighed, closing his eyes, feeling guilty regarding what he was about to do. He had hoped that things would not come to this point, but when it has, he has no other choice.

Opening his eyes, he looked at Sikha, silently apologizing to her for what he was about to do before starting to speak. "Ok, Sikha. You can go. If you have made a firm decision to leave me, I cannot stop you even if I want to."

Sikha frowned at the way Dhruv spoke, not believing in his words. "I am not stupid to believe what you said, Dhruv, especially when you were begging me not to leave you just a few minutes back. I know something is going on in your mind, and I am warning you not to do anything to stop me. Because if you do that, you will have my dead body in your arms."