ANOKHA PYAAR

✨️Nothing But Sympathy✨️

Atharv's Point Of View-

Honestly I felt pity for that girl. It isn't because i care for her or something sort of that. I just didn't liked the fact she didn't stood up for herself. She is the girl who i married on papers. With no agreement nothing. Just nothing.

Maybe i can never love her but atleast try to support in her low times. This heart still beats but for what cost? I already closed the chapter and now its all dusty full of cob webs.

That women....she represented someone who I saw 5 years ago walking down the streets crying her eye out under the heavy rain. My eyes met her red, puffy yet beautiful pairs. I didn't knew who she was or where she was from...but she was something i could never forget. Those brown hazel pairs with the wet layers sticking to her face...

Then this women Arohi...she came to my life. When i first saw her...i saw my first yet last love's representation on her. But after our encounters I managed to guess that she can never be her. Never in the whole world.

At Night-
After the whole hassle, I asked one of the maids to send our dinner to our shared bedroom.

I enetered the room to see Arohi sitting on the nearby coffee table staring at a spot on bed. She didn't even touched her food. 'What is this girl thinking?'. I intentionally closed the door with a thud to gain her attention.

She just looked at me with nothing but questionable eyes. I notices her still sore cheeks. I felt bad genuinely. She had to face a lot of things for me. I wasn't less though.

"Suniye.." her sudden voice interrupted my clouded mind.
(English translation- Listen..)

"Yes? Do you need something?" I asked her to only get a 'hmm' in answer. Pretty fair cause that's also how I answer.

I walked over to the window, leaning against it and took out a cigarette. After lighting it, i started to take slow puff. Her eyes diverted to the smoke and immediately looked away.

"Can you...stop smoking? I don't like this actually" She said in low tone.

I turned my gaze towards her, taking a long drag on my cigarette. Then, I blew out a plume of smoke before responding to her.

“Why should I?” I smirked as I spoke, a hint of cockiness in my voice. I chuckled as I heard your response. He took another long drag on his cigarette before looking back at you with an amused expression.

“Ah, so I should stop because you don't like it.” I said in a sarcastic tone. “And why should I care about what you do or don't like, darling?”.

"Do whatever you want but listen to me. Its important Mr Rajvanshi".

I raised an eyebrow at her words, slightly intrigued by her sudden serious tone. I took one last drag on the cigarette before flicking it away.

“And what is it that’s so important?” I asked, folding my arms across my chest as I looked at her.

"You know I am a surgeon right? And this marriage thing...i need to come back from New York..but what about now? I can't tamper my profession for this. I want to continue my job" She said in a low yet nervous tone.

My expression remained stoic as I listened to her, my eyes studying her intently. I knew that she was a gifted surgeon, and I also knew she was  passionate about her job.

”Of course I know that you’re a surgeon.”  I said, my voice slightly tense, “You think I didn’t think about that?”