Heartless Husband

-chapter eight-

-abhimanyu-
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Three years ago
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Blood didn't scared me.

It was like I had it craved into my soul and every fucking bones in my body that I would either give my life or take life for the Cartel whenever needed. Of course, I always did the latter. My faith was decided that I would be a killer since I was born. I had watched my father shooting dead his underboss between the eyes when I was five and even then, I hadn't flinched.

And yet, the sight of blood being drenched from a familiar black-haired and eyes the colour of honey had my blood thumping through my bones. Chest burning and eyes seeing nothing beyond red haze that had me scared for the very first time of my twenty-seven years of life.

"Do you Vedika Shrivastav, fully agree with this official separation?"

I wanted her to say she did. That she wanted to go away from the monster I was who had broken her heart but another selfish part of me wanted her to say she didn't so I could have her in my arms again like every night I took her. I wanted to hide her from everyone's preying eyes looking at her in the courtroom as if she was a sin I had committed. 

And wanted to take out my .45 that was tugged under my gun holster I had wore under my jacket and shoot between their eyes for even mistaking that she was a sin I had committed. I won't even care who that person was.

"I do."

Something sting in my chest like my heart had been ripped apart at the two simple and clear words. No hesitant. I stole a glance at the petite girl who looked on the verge of breakdown. Eyes glassy and hands trembling as she signed the paper while blinking back her eyes to stop her tears. My fists clenched under the desk so tight that I could feel a vein threatening to burst out the blood but it was nothing compared to the burn in my chest that seemed to rise every minute and then.

Rhea, my secretary said something which I didn't paid heed to before I side glanced at Vedika walking towards my way and slamming the ring harshly on the glass table that Rhea flinched however my focus was on the girl who I could call my wife just two minutes ago—still would.

"I don't need it. Keep that with you." The truth was, I felt fucked up to keep that with me again after I had been the one who had made the ring for her with my own bare fucking hands which could have been productive for other things such as strangling the man's neck till he chocked on his own filthy blood like I had did last night but no. The stone on top of the silver was the color of honey. Just like her. Rare to find. Hard to keep.

She said something that I couldn't hear beyond the thumping of my blood echoing in my ears and then I saw her running away, tears in her eyes that I give with a broken heart I had shattered. One second passed with only silence. Two. Three. Four. Five. Si—fuck it.

I clenched the ring in a fist before I kicked my chair and got up to leave. "Mr Rajvansh—" I was oblivious to the person's voice as I continued to strode out of courtroom and ran downstairs. "The girl in the green dress? Where is she?' I growled loud enough that I the receptionist had gazed at my way with startled eyes but I was too restless to care for her state.

"Sh—She just left." I didn't waited her to say anything before I again ran outside and saw her getting inside an Uber. Leaving with the fact that I betrayed her and with my child inside her and she was never coming back but what if I wasn't letting her go?