"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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Hriday parked his car in the driveway and passed the keys to the guard. He ignored everyone in the living room and hurriedly walked towards his room.
Members sitting in the living room thought it maybe he forgot some important file.
As he entered his room and locked it behind him. He looked around his room, everything was in its place, neat and clean already knowing done by whom. He checked the washroom, closet, bedroom even the balcony but she was not there.
At last, he slowly entered his room's library and as expected that brown door was opened slightly. He closed his eyes in utter frustration and walked to the opened door.
He stood at the doorway of the now-clean store room, his eyes taking in the transformed space, he couldn't help but feel a pang of concern for his 'mishti'.
The sight of her standing alone in the dimness, surrounded by dust and debris, had haunted him since he had first seen her there.
And now, as he surveyed the room, he couldn't shake the feeling that he had been remiss in his duty to protect her.
"Mrs. Rajvansh,"
As she stood before him, her hands trembling with exhaustion and her saree stained with dust and sweat, a wave of insecurity washed over her.
She couldn't help but feel self-conscious under his scrutinizing gaze, her mind racing with doubts about how he would judge her appearance in her disheveled state.
But as she braced herself for his judgment, she was met with something unexpected.
Instead of words of concern or reassurance, his voice rang out with mocking sarcasm, his words like daggers cutting through her already fragile confidence.
"Look at you,"
He scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain.
"You're a mess. I can't believe you thought cleaning up that old room would impress anyone."
Anjana felt her heart sink at his words, the sting of his mockery twisting the knife of insecurity buried deep within her.
She tried to muster a defiant response, to push back against his cruel taunts, but the words caught in her throat, choked off by the weight of her insecurities.
But as she stood there, grappling with her feelings of inadequacy, a small voice in the back of her mind reminded her of the truth.
His words may have wounded her pride, but they couldn't erase the strength and determination she had shown in the face of adversity.
And though his words may have shaken her confidence, they couldn't extinguish the flicker of resilience burning within her.
As he continued his sarcastic tirade, each barb cutting deeper than the last, she felt the weight of his words like a physical blow.
