In a distant marriage with her brooding husband, Ayan, Adira Khanna has resigned herself to a mundane life. However, fate has different plans when Ayan's childhood friends plan a week-long trip to Goa. Little did Adira know that this vacation would...
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Chapter 15
CASTLES CRUMBLING
ADIRA
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(Yesterday)
As I entered the villa, a wave of regret and shame washed over me. My heart felt heavy with the weight of my actions taken in a moment of bliss and desire, as the memory of the kiss with Arjun lingered in my mind. Thoughts of Ayan, flooded my consciousness, and I was helplessly feeling the guilt for betraying his trust. Ayan and Esha were fooling around with playfulness but what I did was more shameful.
With each step I took, my resolve grew stronger. I knew I needed to confront my feelings and address the situation with Ayan. I needed to find a way to apologize and make amends. That kiss was nothing but a mistake. The attraction with Arjun was undeniable but I couldn’t act with no sense of responsibility and rationality. The thoughts of my family, Ayan’s family flooded my mind.
As I walked through the corridors of the villa, I couldn't bear the thought of hurting Ayan, the man I had been married to me since a year. I wanted to explain, to forgive him, and seek his forgiveness in return.
Then I stumbled upon a sight that shattered my world. There, in a secluded corner, I found Esha and Ayan together, Esha was on her knees in front of him, my husband groaning her name in pleasure as he did on our bed that night. They were lost in their own bliss and ecstasy to realise my presence in the villa. There was no one other than them and me.
A wave of anguish, hurt and anger washed over me, causing my knees to buckle beneath. The pain in my chest was unbearable as tears streamed down my face, in that moment, the world around me seemed to blur as my mind grappled with the reality of the scene before me. My trust in Ayan was shattered. The faith I had in my marriage, was broken just like my pity heart.
I retreated to my room. The sobs racked as I allowed myself to grieve, the pain consuming my entire being. It felt as though the foundation of my world had crumbled. I rubbed a nervous thumb over my ring. It was cold and hard to the touch.
Throughout the night, my tears stained the pillow as I grappled with the overwhelming emotions coursing through me- betrayal from Ayan, uncertain future of our marriage, feelings for Arjun. The ache in my heart seemed to be never ending.
My mind swirled with a mix of emotions as I reflected on the countless things, I had done for being a good wife to Ayan. From cooking his favourite meals to eagerly waiting for his return from the office, I had shouldered the responsibilities of managing the household. I had been his confidante, lending a listening ear whenever he needed to talk. The chores and obligations I fulfilled, ensuring his family was content and cared for. Images of cold days, lonely nights, and fake smiles filled my head. The realization struck hard that even my dedication couldn't bring true happiness to Ayan. All it took was the presence of some hot-headed girl, flaunting her attitude and dressing boldly, to grab his attention. It felt like my efforts were in vain.
