𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 22♡

Shreyansh sat in the darkness, his mind a battlefield of emotions. The dinner conversation replayed in his head like a haunting melody, each word a piercing arrow to his heart. Arya's silent agreement to the divorce echoed loudest, a painful reminder that she may have never truly loved him. The thought sent a stinging sensation through his heart, as if it was being pierced by a thousand needles.

Lost in his thoughts, he didn't notice the door creak open, but the soft rustle of footsteps broke the silence. He turned to see Arya standing in the doorway, her face illuminated by the faint light from the hallway. Her eyes locked onto his, filled with a mix of sadness and hesitation.

Shreyansh's gaze narrowed, his mind racing with questions. What did she want now? Had she come to rub salt in his wounds or to pretend that everything was fine? He couldn't bear the thought of another conversation, another lie, another pretence.

Arya took a step forward, her voice barely audible. "Shreyansh, can we talk?" The softness in her tone was a stark contrast to the harsh words they had exchanged earlier.

Shreyansh's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity as he took deliberate steps closer to Arya, his voice low and menacing.

"You think you can just walk away from me, from our marriage, after everything you 've done with me ? You think I'll let you go that easily?" He sneered, his words dripping with anger and hurt.

"I'm the one who's always made the decisions, He took another step closer, his eyes burning with a fierce passion.

"You're not going anywhere, Arya. Not until I've had my revenge. Not until I've made you understand what you've done to me." Arya backed away from him, her eyes wide with fear, as Shreyansh's words hung in the air like a dark promise.

Shreyansh's arms wrapped around Arya like a vice, his grasp tight and unyielding. His eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, a mix of pain and anger that seemed to burn hotter with every passing moment. He pulled her close, his face inches from hers, his breath hot against her skin.

"You think you can just leave me?" he whispered, his voice low and menacing. "You think you can just walk away from me, from us, from everything we've been through?" His eyes searched hers, as if seeking answers to questions he couldn't quite formulate. Despite his anger, despite his pain, his heart still yearned for her, still loved her with a fierce and all-consuming passion. And that, perhaps, was the most galling truth of all.

Arya's heart raced as Shreyansh's warm breath caressed her skin, their bodies inches apart. She couldn't deny the flutter in her chest, the thrill that ran through her veins whenever he was near. In just five days, she had grown accustomed to his presence, her body responding to his proximity as if it had a mind of its own. The thought of divorce, of leaving him, brought a pang of pain to her heart. Yet, she wanted Shreyansh to be happy, even if it meant sacrificing her own desires. She didn't want to be the reason for his suffocation, for the constraints that came with their marriage.

but her fear of trapping him in a loveless marriage was greater. As she looked into his eyes, she knew she had to find a way to make him understand, to make him see that her leaving was not a rejection of him, but a liberation for both their souls.

Shreyansh's gaze bore into hers, as if searching for answers to the turmoil that ravaged his heart. Arya's eyes locked onto his, her own emotions raw and exposed. She could feel the tension between them, a palpable force that seemed to vibrate with every beat of their hearts.

"You want to leave me, Arya?" Shreyansh's voice was low, husky, and laced with a quiet desperation. "You want to walk away from us, from everything we've shared?" His words dripped with pain, with a sense of loss that seemed to echo through the silence. Arya's heart ached, her soul torn between the love she felt for him and the fear that had driven her to seek escape. She knew she had to be strong, to find the courage to let him go, no matter how much it hurt.