𝑺𝒊𝒍𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑯𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕

𝐌𝐲 𝐃𝐢 𝐢𝐧 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞?

Chapter Forty-Seven: My Di in Love?

Naina clutched onto Geetanjali's nightshirt, laying her heart bare. "When you left," she began softly, "I had to take Dad to the hospital. He had lost so much blood that he didn't remember anything when he woke up. If he did, he wouldn't have hesitated to put you behind bars. It took months for him to remember me, and for you, he had forgotten everything because I removed every trace of you from the house."

Geetanjali's brow furrowed in confusion as she processed Naina's words. "But the house was sold in just two days?" she questioned, her voice tinged with disbelief. "I came back to check on you, and I overheard neighbours talking about how the house was sold. How did that happen?"

Naina sighed heavily, her grip on Geetanjali's shirt tightening. "I had to do it, G," she confessed, her voice laced with regret. "After what happened, I couldn't bear to stay there. I needed to start fresh, to protect us both. Selling the house was the only way I could think of to erase all the painful memories and keep us safe."

Tears welled up in Geetanjali's eyes as she realized the extent of her sister's sacrifice. "I'm so sorry, Naina," she whispered, pulling her sister into a tight embrace. "I had no idea. But I promise you, we'll make new memories together, ones filled with love and happiness. And I'll never let anything like this happen again, I swear."

Geetanjali, still grappling with the news, asked with a furrowed brow, "How did Harman agree to sell the house? I mean, there was nothing particularly special about it. He bought it when Mom was pregnant with me, and considering how much he hated it, it's surprising. But even then, it was a prime location and must have cost a fortune by now."

Naina nodded solemnly, her eyes reflecting the weight of their situation. "I had to convince him, G," she explained, her voice tinged with sadness. "I told him it was for the best, that we needed a fresh start. And somehow, he agreed. Maybe he saw it as a way to move on too, I don't know."

Geetanjali's furrowed brow deepened as she processed Naina's explanation. "But didn't he ask questions about how he end up in the hospital?" she pressed, her voice filled with curiosity and concern. "What excuse did you give?"

Naina took a deep breath, her gaze dropping for a moment before meeting her sister's eyes. "He didn't ask many questions, G," she admitted quietly. "I just told him that he had an accident at home and that we needed to get him to the hospital quickly. He was disoriented and weak, so he didn't protest much."

Geetanjali gently cupped Naina's face, searching her sister's eyes with a mixture of compassion and confusion. "If you saved his life, why is he still a demon, Naina?" she asked softly. "He loved you before, and now, after all you've done for him, shouldn't he love you even more?"

Naina chuckled sadly, a hint of bitterness in her smile. "It's like they say, G," she replied softly. "Once a demon, always a demon. The incident didn't change that. Sure, he was normal to me like before, but his dominance in everything persisted. Just like his lack of regard for my feelings, even in love."

Geetanjali rested her head on Naina's head, tears streaming down her face as she poured out her heart. "His business flourished, and because of his connections, he forced me to marry the worst man imaginable," she whispered, her voice trembling with pain. "I thought, maybe, even though it was against my will, the man I married would love me. But it was all a facade, just for the sake of my money. I only found out after Anushman was born when his abuse started."

Naina's sobs intensified as she continued, her voice choked with anguish. "For two years, I endured it all, G," she confessed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "I endured it for Anushman, hoping to shield him from the darkness. But when the devil tried to harm Anushman, that was the breaking point."

Geetanjali tightened her embrace around her sister, feeling her pain as if it were her own. "I'm so sorry, Naina," she whispered, her tears mingling with her sister's. "You shouldn't have had to endure any of that. But I promise you, from now on, we'll protect Anushman together. No one will ever hurt him again."

Geetanjali's voice trembled with a newfound resolve as she spoke, her tone firm and determined. "That man has done enough damage," she declared, her jaw set with determination. "But if he dares to lay a finger on my daughter, my nephew, my man, or my sister again, he's finished. This time, it's for real," she asserted, her teeth clenched in righteous anger. "I won't hesitate to take matters into my own hands to ensure their safety. He won't get away with it again."

Naina looked up, her expression confused. "Daughter and 'my man'? You don't look married, Di," she pointed out, puzzled by Geetanjali's words.

Geetanjali's anger faded, replaced by a blush as she spoke. "He's a divorcee, but he was my high school crush," she admitted shyly, her cheeks flushing pink. "We got together through work, and... things just happened," she explained, a soft smile playing on her lips as she thought of him.

Naina's eyes widened with excitement, and she quickly wiped away her tears. "What, my Di in love? Eeeee!" she exclaimed, her face lighting up with joy despite the tears still lingering in her eyes. "Tell me everything, Di!" she urged, her enthusiasm contagious as she leaned in eagerly, eager to hear every detail of her sister's newfound love.

Geetanjali smiled at her sister's enthusiasm but gently shook her head. "Not now, Naina. Maybe tomorrow," she replied softly, her voice filled with warmth. "It's time to sleep now," she added, tucking a loose strand of hair behind Naina's ear. "We can talk about it in the morning, okay?"

Naina pouted, crossing her arms in defiance. "We're not five-year-olds that we have to go to bed on time," she protested. "Come on, Di, spill the beans now!"

Geetanjali sighed, looking at her sister's dramatic expression. "You're not going to let this go, are you?" she chuckled, shaking her head in amusement. Naina grinned mischievously, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "Of course not, Di!" she exclaimed, unable to contain her curiosity. Geetanjali laughed softly, realizing there was no use in arguing. "Alright, fine," she relented, giving in to Naina's persistence. "But just a quick summary, okay? Tomorrow we can talk about it properly." Naina nodded eagerly, leaning in closer as Geetanjali began to share the story of her unexpected romance.

As Geetanjali began narrating, her younger sister listened intently, just as she used to when she was five and Geetanjali would tell her Cinderella stories. Finally, Naina felt a sense of nostalgia wash over her, transporting her back to her carefree childhood days. Geetanjali had always been like a motherly figure to her, and in that moment, it felt like nothing had changed.