𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍 ✔

92 . Adoption

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The chamber was bathed in dim golden light, casting long shadows that stretched across the cold marble floor. But the warmth of the glow did nothing to melt the quiet distance between them. The silence wasn't new. It had lingered between them since the previous night, thick and unyielding, wrapping around them like an invisible wall neither seemed ready to break.

Rumaisa lay curled on the couch, her back to the door, pretending to be engrossed in a book she wasn't actually reading. The cushion beneath her fingers was slightly crumpled from how tightly she held it, as if it could ground her against the storm still brewing in her heart.

She heard the door creak open, felt the shift in the air as he entered. She didn't have to look to know it was him. She knew his presence-the weight of it, the quiet intensity with which he existed in a room.

Ranvijay exhaled softly, stepping forward, the tension in his shoulders evident. He had been waiting to see her all day, and now that he finally could, the distance between them felt even more suffocating.

He took a step closer. "Baby."

His voice was soft, hesitant-testing the waters.

She didn't respond.

He sighed. "Nisaa."

This time, she sat up, moving to stand as if to walk past him. "Freshen up, I am going to reheat the dinner." Her voice was neutral, devoid of its usual warmth.

Before she could take another step, his fingers wrapped gently around her wrist, not pulling her back but holding on, as if afraid she'd slip away completely. His touch was warm, familiar, almost pleading.

"Gussa ho abhi bhi?"

His voice was low, carrying the weight of unspoken apologies.

Rumaisa paused, but only for a second. Then, with quiet finality, she pulled her hand away. Not roughly. Not in anger. But in a way that made him feel the ache of the space between them.

"Leave me, Ranvijay." Her voice wasn't harsh, but it wasn't gentle either. It was tired. "I am not in a mood to talk about that now. Go and freshen up."

He stayed still, watching her walk away, the silk of her saree whispering against the floor as she did. Something inside him clenched.

Still, before she disappeared completely, he asked, "Tumne khaya?"

She stopped at the door for the briefest moment. "Hmm."

This time, it wasn't a lie.

She had eaten.

And somehow, that made him somewhat relived .

Ranvijay exhaled, running a hand over his face before heading to the washroom. But even as he stood under the warm water, letting it run over his skin, he knew-the fight from last night was far from over.

Ranvijay walked downstairs, his body clad in the comfiest tee and trousers, the scent of lavender and warmth clinging to his skin from the shower. The house was quiet, save for the soft clinking of utensils coming from the kitchen.

His eyes landed on the plate already served for him on the dining table. His heart twisted. She had set it out, just like always. But she wasn't waiting for him. She wasn't sitting across from him, asking about his day, sharing bits of hers in return.