𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐫𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐏𝐚𝐬𝐭*

Contains Violence and Sad Past read-only if you are comfortable

Chapter Forty-Four: The Disrupted Past

Geetanjali took a deep breath, trying to compose herself as she handed the phone to Shubman. "Look at this," she said, her voice tight with emotion.

Shubman took the phone, his brows furrowing as he examined the screen. His mind raced as he looked at the phone, trying to make sense of the situation. Finally, he looked up at Geetanjali, his expression grave. "If this isn't Vikram Shroff, then who is he?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

Geetanjali's hands trembled with a mix of anger and disbelief as she pointed at the screen, her voice shaking with emotion. "It's Harman Vasisth," she said, her words punctuated with bitterness. "The man behind my disrupted past."

Shubman stuttered on his words, his brows furrowing with concern as he attempted to ask, "Is he your fath-" But before he could complete the sentence, Geetanjali's voice cut through the air, sharp and filled with rage.

"Don't you dare give that title to him," she shouted, her words laced with venom, making Shubman shiver involuntarily. "The man is not even worthy to call himself a man."

Shubman recoiled at the intensity of her anger, his own shock mirrored in his expression. He swallowed hard, realizing the depth of Geetanjali's pain and anger towards Harman Vasisth. "I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. "I didn't mean to"

Geetanjali let out a heavy sigh, her anger dissipating as she realized the impact of her outburst on Shubman. Guilt washed over her, and she gently placed a hand over her eyes, muttering to herself in a stream of continuous worries. "I didn't mean it. I'm sorry, love," she repeated softly, her voice filled with remorse.

Shubman wrapped his arms around Geetanjali, drawing her close to him as she leaned into his embrace. He held her gently, cradling her in his lap like a baby, his touch soothing as he stroked her hair. Geetanjali buried her face against his chest, seeking solace in his warmth as her breathing gradually slowed.

As Geetanjali sat in the comforting embrace of Shubman, she felt the floodgates of her emotions open. With her face still nestled against his chest, she poured her heart out, her voice choked with tears.

"Harman Vasisth drove everybody away," she confessed, her words heavy with sorrow and bitterness. "He is a demon, Shubman. I feel ashamed sharing my name with him."

Shubman tenderly kissed the top of Geetanjali's head, encouraging her to continue sharing her pain.

Geetanjali took a shaky breath, her tears falling freely as she recounted the painful memories. "First with his drunken nights and abuse," she continued, her voice trembling with the weight of her words. "He drove away Mum, who could care less about us when she left him for another man. Lucky her, she got a loving man. But as a woman, she left her own kids to face the wrath of the man she had endured."

"I never understood why she left us," Geetanjali whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "But it's clear now that she couldn't bear to face the monster she had married. And we were left to suffer in his wake."

Geetanjali's voice quivered with pain as she continued to unravel the haunting memories of her past. "The first 8 years, we lived like a normal family," she recounted, her words heavy with sorrow. "We did everything a family does. But when Naina was born, he was furious and livid that Mum had given him another girl child. He let it go when I was born, but his fury resurfaced when the second child was not a boy."

Shubman listened intently, his heart breaking with each revelation of the cruelty Geetanjali and her siblings endured. He tightened his embrace around her, offering silent solidarity as she navigated through the painful memories.