"The heart wants what it wants"
Just a journey of a stubborn Malhotra and calm Murty amidst all the daily life problems.
A Marriage.
A blessing for one, nightmare for another.
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"The heart wants?"
He asked.
"The heart wants."
She confirmed.
(Can b...
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"V-Vihaan-" Nandini moved back, fear crawling up her senses and blocking everything else. Vihaan was going to hurt her and nobody was going to save her.
"Nandini." He chuckled, bending down on the floor near her. His lips curled up in a smile that seemed to mock her, dimples showing on his both cheeks, and it reminded her of the moment she had fallen in love with this man. So in love, and so foolish,"Baby, I told you to do something, did you do it?"
"I-V-Vihaan- aah!" A shriek left her lips before the no could escape. Vihaan seemed to know her answer already. His hand tugged in her hair so painfully. He yanked her head back and glared down at her.
"No?" He asked, and she shook her head fearfully, a sob leaving her lips, so pathetic.
Vihaan drew back his arm, and swung it in the air before smacking her on her face hard. But on the first day of their marriage, he had told her, her cheeks were the softest. Then how did the love in his gaze change into venom all of the sudden?
Black dots took her vision in seconds and her head hit the hard floor. Vihaan laughed as she cried out of helplessness, stuck in her agony, too scared to move.
After all, at the end of the day, She indeed was so pathetic and weak.
"Nandini! Oh My God!"
Nandini gasped, her eyes sprung open and mouth parted. Sweat trickled down the side of her forehead and down her neck where her hair sticked like leeches. She looked at her father who sat near her with worry written all over his face.
"Are you okay?" Mr.Murty asked, moving to the side table. He filled the glass with water and brought it near her lips. Her hands shivered as she held the glass, too scared to even hold it. Mr.Murty held it for her and kept it on the side table.
"A-Appa." She mumbled, her tone a mere whisper. Her heart pounded loudly in her chest. She looked around to make sure she was not there.
She was safe. At her own home, within her father's security. Vihaan was not here. He couldn't come here. She was free of him.
"What happened?" Mr.Murty sat beside her, rubbing her back. Although he was aware of what might have happened he didn't want to believe it. Nandini gulped at his question and shook her head.
"V-V-Vi-" She could not complete it. Her body trembled and she let out a loud sob. Her father's arms wrapped around her immediately and Nandini clutched to them like her life depended on it. She could not even take his name.
