𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄

𝐒𝐜𝐚𝐫𝐲 𝐡𝐞𝐫

"Shifting in study room decision is so foolish, the sofa made my back hurt so bad . I wanted her to suffer and now I am the one who is suffering . I don't wanna face her but all my essentials things are in the room" Atharva was frustated

He opened his room's door . The lights were off, casting an eerie darkness throughout the room. Confusion and a hint of fear crept into his mind. Wondering where Dhruvi had disappeared to, he cautiously stepped into the room.

To his surprise, a soft glow flickered in the corner, drawing his attention. As his eyes adjusted to the dim light, he saw a series of candles, their warm flames dancing in the air. The sight both intrigued and unsettled him. But what caught his eye even more was Dhruvi, sitting at the desk, her hands stained with red liquid .Making him startled and scared ..Atharva gulped his saliva and called out Dhruvi's name. Startled, she quickly concealed the paper she had been working on. Atharva's heart raced, unsure of what he had stumbled upon. He switch on the lights and approached her cautiously, his voice filled with concern and fear .

"What were... you doing ? " And your hand that ..that red?? "He stammered ."
Is she into black magic ? Contacting with ghost ?. He thought.

" Can't you just knock the door before coming to my room ?? " She scolded him while wiping her hand .

" Excuse me , it's my room not your . I am favouring to you live here and now you are scolding me ? " He replied.

"So what you leave the room when I came here , so now it's mine so you have to knock whenever you came here . I hate the people who disturbs me when I am doing something important. " She said .

" But what you were doing with all this set up ? " He asked curiously.

" Nothing .. just do what you came for " She felt uncomfortable and embrassed.

Atharva found himself in a perplexing situation, wondering about what had happened in the room and Dhruvi's strange actions. Is she really started practicing black magic? Concerned for her well-being, Atharva wanted to help her and bring her out of this dark path.
As Atharva was lost in his thoughts, he accidentally bumped into his mother. She noticed his distant expression and asked him with worry in her eyes why he seemed so preoccupied. Atharva, not wanting to burden his mother with his concerns, simply replied "I was planning a pooja (prayer ceremony) at home for the good will of our family "

To his surprise, his mother smiled and expressed her happiness at his decision. She commended him for thinking sensibly and believed that the pooja would bring blessings to their lives. She saw it as a beautiful gesture, a way to honor their marriage and strengthen their bond.

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He was in his study room when Dhruvi knocked the door .

" Come in " He said while focusing on his laptop .

" What are you planning now ?? Why all of suddenly you want blessing for our marriage when you don't consider it?Why you planned us to go to temple tomorrow " she furiously said .

" What do you mean? " He asked closing his laptop .

" I should be the one asking you, Why you want to get on my nerves ? I clearly don't like you but this things are making me hate you. Earlier you disturbed me when I was seriously painting something with my all focuw and now this things . Are you seriously taking revenge or making my life hell? But let me clear you these are the worst ways . If you really want then I will suggest you some psychopathic and revenge stories novel that will much better help you . And the best thing is to kill me, take a knife cut my throat . Simple . Come on I imagined my life will take a interesting turn after this but it's still tangled in household problems ." She rebuked him

"I- " Atharva was speechless. How can she easily say things like that? Is she really interested in this things? Am I the one is trouble or she?And what painting, was that colour and all ?

" I think you just purposely do this things . You think I am playdoll right? When you want you pamper me then left me then when you want you marry me then left me This is the best thing you always do playing. You are the most diplomatic person I ever met and I regret it from the day I first met you..But listen mister Atharva stay away from me and my life. I am not the old Dhruvi who do everything you say. And from now on remember this I am the one who hate you more than you hate me " She angrily said and left the room ..

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