Kashvi-
Danish dragged me outside, his grip tightening painfully around my wrist as I tried to pull away.
“Danish, what the hell!” I snapped the moment we reached the entrance.
He let go abruptly, but the anger in his eyes didn’t lessen.
He stepped towards me, and I instinctively stepped back.
That scared me more than I wanted to admit.
“Two minutes,” he said, his voice dangerously low. “Explain.”
I frowned. “Explain what?”
His jaw clenched.
“How does that Mehra know my wife dances?”
The way he said my wife made something twist inside me,but I ignored it.
“I was at the studio two days back,” I replied, trying to stay calm. “He was there. That’s it. I don’t even know him.”
Danish took another step closer.
“It didn’t look like that.”
Something inside me snapped.
“That’s not my problem,” I said, lifting my chin slightly. “I told you the truth. Believe it or don’t. I don’t care.”
I turned to leave.
But his hand shot out, gripping my wrist again, harder this time.
I winced as my bangle cracked against the pressure, breaking.
“If I ever find out you know him-” his voice dropped further, colder, “I won’t spare you.”
I yanked my hand back, staring at the reddening mark on my skin.
“You’re unbelievable,” I muttered, anger rising fast. “Such a jerk.”
“Watch your tone, Kashvi,” he warned.
But I was done holding back.
“Or what?” I shot back. “You’ll hurt me again?”
His expression darkened, but I didn’t stop.
“Why does this even matter to you?” My voice trembled despite me trying to steady it. “This marriage isn’t real for you. It’s just an illusion, a drama gor the families, right? So stop acting like you care!”
Silence.
For a second, his gaze dropped,to my wrist.
The bruise.
Then back to my face.
Something shifted. Barely. But it did.
I waited.
For anger. For another harsh word.
For anything.
But instead, he clenched his jaw, turned,
and walked away.
Just like that.
Leaving behind the silence.
And me.
I sighed, dragging a hand down my face, trying to steady myself—but it was useless.
The tears came anyway.
Hot, silent, uncontrollable.
My body trembled as my throat tightened, the anger inside me twisting into something far more fragile.
I was never good at handling anger.
I didn’t explode.
I didn’t suppress it either.
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