"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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With a heavy heart and a whirlwind of anxiety swirling inside me, I dressed for the day ahead. Today, I had made the difficult decision to visit Papa's office, despite the lingering doubts and uncertainties clouding my mind. While I was determined to join him at work for the sake of his health, I also remained committed to completing my degree, no matter what.
Lost in contemplation, a sudden sound broke through my reverie - the buzz of Avivansh's phone. Today, unusually, he was home but buried in paperwork in his study. Intrigued, I approached his side of the bed and reached for his phone, my curiosity piqued. The screen illuminated with Samarth Bhaiya's name, flashing as if beckoning me to answer the call.
As I walked into Avivansh's study,, I found him engrossed in a flurry of papers, searching for something with a furrowed brow. "Avivansh," I said softly, holding out his phone, "there's an important call for you."
He looked up, gratitude flashing in his eyes as he reached for the phone. "Thanks," he said, his voice warm with appreciation. "Could you please help me find that file? It's somewhere here on the desk." A blue one " he added.
Nodding, I began to sift through the papers, my fingers skimming over documents and folders in search of the elusive file. But as minutes turned into moments, and the file remained stubbornly hidden, I decided to check the bookshelf.
As I reached for an old book, a photograph fluttered to the ground, landing at my feet. Picking it up, I felt a jolt of recognition surge through me.
"Avivansh," I called out, my voice barely above a whisper, "look at this."
He approached, his eyes widening in surprise as he took in the photograph.
There was picture of a woman, It was a woman, from 90s, but that's not the only thing caught my attention, the eyes of her , the same one as his , he has the same shade of green eyes and her smile achingly familiar, her features bearing a striking resemblance to Avivansh's.
"That's my mother," Avivansh said quietly as he sank into the nearest chair, catching me off-guard. It was the first time I had heard him refer to anyone other than Rudrani ma as his mother.
I watched as his fingers trembled slightly as he held the photographs, his emotions threatening to spill over.
"Avivansh... are you okay?" I knelt asking him gently, reaching out to take the photographs from him.
He looked up at me, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Aana, she is my real mother, the one who gave birth to me," he explained, his voice thick with emotion.
I handed him the photograph, my heart pounding with a mixture of curiosity and trepidation. "I found this in one of the books," I explained, pointing to the shelf. "And there are more photographs inside... ones that look like they're from your childhood."
Avivansh's gaze flickered with a myriad of emotions as he leafed through the pages, memories flooding back with each turn. "I haven't seen these in years," he murmured, his voice tinged with sadness. "
Why..? I asked.
It has covered the darkest part of my life," he replied with the heaviness in his voice.
I felt tension in his voice but he didn't said anything further, and i decided to Break the silence.
"You have her eyes," I murmured softly, a small smile playing on my lips as I studied one of her portraits. "You have pretty eyes, just like your mother."
He smiled softly, a sense of connection blossoming between us and as we stood there, surrounded by the echoes of the past,.
As I delicately crashed the other photographs , a sense of déjà vu washed over me. It wasn't just the beauty of the jewelry that captivated me; it was the familiarity, the connection, that seemed to radiate from them. I noticed it-the anklets, identical to the ones I wore., my heart skipped a beat. There, in the faded image, was a woman adorned with the same anklets,
Kirtee's words lingered in my head when she remind me of something, about the anklets.
"You are precious to him."
"Avivansh," I called out softly, my voice trembling with anticipation as I approached him, the photograph clutched tightly in my hand. "Is this. The.. is this...
His eyes softened as he took in the image, his fingers gently caressing the photograph with a tenderness that spoke volumes. "Yes, Aana," he murmured, his voice tinged with sadness. "She was... she was everything to me."
Tears welled in my eyes as I realized the depth of his words and this was not just a jwellery but something,He should not give to just anyone the significance of those anklets becoming clearer with each passing moment. "You loved her so much," I whispered, my heart aching with empathy. "And yet, you gave them to me... What does that mean?"
"It means that you are my everything now, Aana," he confessed, his eyes locking with mine in a moment of raw vulnerability. "You've filled the void in my heart that I thought could never be filled. You are precious to me and I felt these only belongs to you when Dadisa asked me to gift you something I didn't think of anything better than this."
My heart ached at his confession do I really deserve all this will I ever be able to reciprocate the affection he has for me, With tears of joy streaming down my cheeks, I stepped into Avivansh's embrace, the weight of his words sinking in with each beat of my heart. But amidst the warmth of our shared embrace, I sensed a shadow lurking behind his eyes, a pain that he had yet to fully confront.
"Avivansh," I stood up and I began, my voice trembling with uncertainty. "What happened? Why do you carry such sadness within you?" You can share with me everything.
I felt the heaviness in his breath as he struggled with his memories and finally exhaling he uttered lifting his teary gaze at me "I was ten , when...when...I lost them" my heart sank deeper in my chest when he added "In front of my eyes" Tears filled in my eyes as the images of him at ten handling the grief imprinted in my mind.
My heart ached as Avivansh shared the traumatic memory of his childhood. His pain resonated with me, and I could feel the depth of his grief. He had witnessed his parents' deaths when he was just ten years old, leaving behind indelible scars that haunted him to this day.
I am sorry", Only thing I could manage to utter seeing My man at his vulnerable stage all wanted to do is to pull him closer and hide him in my embrace.
Drawing closer to him, I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, while he wrapped his arms to my waist as he was sitting on the chair, offering him solace and support. I hugged him gently, feeling the weight of his sorrow as he leaned into the embrace, finding comfort in my presence.
And as he began to share the darkest chapter of his past, I vowed to stand by his side, to help him confront the demons that haunted him and find solace in the comfort we shared.
In that moment of shared vulnerability, I knew that Avivansh Pratap Singh we know as strong pillar has hid a wounded child inside him who has painful memory to overcome, to heal the wounds of his past and all I want is to stay by his side, to hold him everytime he breaks .
We stayed like that sharing the warmth of each other and I comforting him .
To be continued..... Sorry for the short chapter but It was the needed one💖
