Broken By Love [COMPLETED]

Chapter 27

Sensitive content ahead. Reader's discretion is advised.

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Sikha paced in her room, thinking about her next step.

As hard as it had been for her, she had gone to Anjali earlier to size her up. To see if she would join hands with her.

She knew it was a long shot, but she had to give it a try. After all, she cannot leave any stone unturned to achieve what she wants.

'Anjali is too smart to fall into obvious plans. I need to think of something good. A plan which she won't be able to decode,' Sikha thought.

Sitting on the bed, she kept her head on her hands, trying to figure out a way, but she immediately sat up straight when she heard her door open.

She frowned when she saw Priya storming inside her room.

"Haven't you heard of a courtesy of knocking on a person's door and taking their permission before entering their room?" Sikha stood up from the bed and faced Priya.

"Cut the crap, Sikha. And why are you here? Hadn't I made it clear the last time that I do not want you in my home and absolutely do not want you trying to be a part of my family?" Priya fumed at Sikha.

Unaffected by Priya's anger, Sikha folded her hands over her chest. "This is my family too, Priya. After all, I am the elder daughter-in-law of this house. And since this house is in my husband's name, this is more my home than yours. Therefore, I suggest you watch your tone when you talk with me. Who knows what you say will anger me and make me throw you out of the house?"

As Sikha's words fueled her anger, Priya walked closer to her and raised her hand to slap her, but Sikha held her hand tightly.

"Don't you dare make that mistake, Priya. I had given you the right to slap me last time because I considered you my sister then. But you are no one to me now. And I am your husband's elder brother's wife. So, it would be best if you showed me some respect. Don't you think?" Sikha flung Priya's hand away.

"Oh, please, Sikha. Why should I show you respect when your own husband doesn't respect you? Everyone in this house had heard your screams when he—" Priya paused, smirking as she saw Sikha's facial expression being changed to that of mortification. "—well, you know what I am referring to."

"Why are you bringing that up now, Priya? I am trying so hard to forget what happened in the past and move on in my life with my husband, who is remorseful of what he did to me in the past. That is why I came here because I wanted to give Dhruv one last chance to mend our marriage," Sikha said to Priya softly, immediately changing her demeanor to a timid one as she saw Dhruv standing at the door.

"Oh, really, Sikha? Then I will make sure to fill Dhruv's ears with so many negative things about you that he will throw you out of the house himself. Then you will know how much worth you have in your so-called husband's life," Priya said, clutching Sikha's arms tightly, trying to inflict pain.

Sikha hissed as Priya clutched her arms harder, her eyes watering from the pain.

If Dhruv had not been standing at the door, she would have shown Priya her place for saying what she said and hurting her. But she needed to keep up the act in front of Dhruv. So, she closed her eyes to let the water from her eyes fall.

"Priya, please, leave my arms. You are hurting me," Sikha tried to keep her voice teary.

"Sikha, I wi—" Priya was saying when she felt a hand on her shoulder, and suddenly she was being yanked away from Sikha.

"How dare you hurt my wife, Priya?" Dhruv stood between Sikha and Priya as he faced Priya.

Smirking, Sikha wiped the fake tears from her cheeks as she saw Priya's face pale in front of Dhruv.