Silent Love

CHAPTER - 49

Rajveer's pov

"Please jaane do mujhe"

"Voh mera intezaar kar rahi hai"

"She needs me please"

"I'd rather die than let you harm her."

"Ahhhhhhhh"

I wake abruptly from sleep, soaked in sweat. I take deep breaths to calm myself. It's the same dream, or should I say nightmare, that's been haunting me for the past year and a half. I can't make sense of it.

With a sigh, I check the time—it's 7 am. I get up and take a long, warm bath to relax. Wrapping a towel around my waist and drying my hair, I stand in front of the mirror, examining my upper body.

I run my fingers over the tattoo on my chest, which has become blurred and unreadable. Tanvi told me it used to be her name before it got scratched in an accident. There are other scars on my body too, but I can't remember how I got them, and everyone says they're from accidents.

My phone beeps, and I pick it up to see a message from Tanvi.

"Good Morning Raj...
On my way to Jaipur with dad. Had to do some arrangements before Ganesh Pooja which is day after tomorrow. Our first marriage ritual and I'm so excited for it. Will come back by tomorrow evening. See you then. Miss me and Love you.."

"Good Morning Tanvi...
Yeah, we'll meet soon. Take care."

My marriage. Yes, I'm getting married to Tanvi. Tanvi really loves me a lot. Everyone wants us to get married, so for them, I said yes. It's not like I don't want to get married to her. I like her; she is really a nice girl, or you can say perfect for me. But I don't know; I always feel some void.

I get ready in casual wear as I don't have any official work today. I was checking some emails when I noticed a mail related to project Aasha. From Aasha, I remember Tejasswi.

There's this strange girl. I don't know what her deal is with me. She talks to everyone except me. It's like I'm invisible to her. She always has this serious expression and avoids me like I'm some kind of ghost. I've tried talking to her, but she just ignores me.

Despite her weirdness, she's kind of cute too. The way she pouts when she's focused on something, her adorable frown—she's cute. And let's not forget her puppy face she makes when she's on FaceTime during our ride back home.

Whoever nicknamed her Laddoo, nailed it. Her face is so round, and those chubby cheeks—I really want to pinch them. But I can see some hidden emotions in her eyes, like there's some deep pain there. I caught her eyes getting teary when I said something that seemed normal to me, but maybe it wasn't to her. It's like she sees someone else when she looks at me, longing for someone.

As I was heading downstairs, Suhani stopped me. She had her hands on her hips and gave me this glare. It made me chuckle because she looked like Jethalal to me.

"What?" I asked.

"Bhul gaye na aap?" she asked, narrowing her eyes.

"Kya bhul gaya?" I frowned in confusion.

"Bhaiii, apne prmise kiya tha," she whined.

"Mujhe kyun yaad nahi hai?" I said, pretending I didn't know.

"Bhai, aapne vaada kiya tha ki aaj aap humein carnival fest lekar jaoge," Ohh yeah, that's true. But I'm not in the mood.

"Yrr Suhani, nahi, aaj nahi. Aur hum bachhe thodi na hai," I said and walked past her.