#𝟐 𝐢𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐥 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜𝐥𝐞𝐬
✮⋆˙ 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐫 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 ✮ ⋆˙
"And since you mentioned I'm Agnihotri, you should know the powers I possess." My throat went dry as he spoke, and my heart filled with frustration towards...
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KASHI'S POV
Anticipation filled me as I waited for my parents to arrive at Nandini's funeral, like a child awaiting their parents. My eyes stayed fixed on the door.
Massi and Mausa were here, sobbing and mourning for their daughter. My in-laws were shocked and in pain because Nandini had died. I feel sorry for my in-laws.
But my main concern was my parents. Where were they? Would they come here? Of course, they would.
I just want to meet them once.
The day turned into night, yet there was no sign of them. Nandini's last rites were done. Massi and Mausa were hurt, and their pain was evident on their faces.
Everyone was sad, mourning the loss of loved ones. No one knew Nandini would commit suicide. Her suicide note had a simple line - 'I am tired of life.' It was written in her own handwriting, which surprised everyone.
No one could overcome the pain of past events, and the present wasn't helping either.
Not many people were there, as only a few were aware of our marriage.
What's done is done. No need to dwell on it.
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I glanced around the lavish house. Now, thirteen days had passed since her death. My parents never came - not even to join in her last rites.
Every day, I woke up with a longing to see them, but there was no trace of them. I wanted to ask someone about them, but everyone was preoccupied with the trauma of death.
I remained silent; everything suddenly felt so empty and lost.
Though the death didn't affect me, the atmosphere in our home made me feel suffocated. It was certainly not good for my baby.
Everyone would soon return to their normal lives starting tomorrow. The Agnihotri family arranged a feast for the priests, a ritual after someone's demise.
Two deaths in three months.
I sighed loudly, standing up.
"I'm going to my room," I said politely, but before I could take two steps, Pihu grabbed me, her eyes wide with accusation.
"You always hated my sister! You might have done something to her!" she yelled, pushing me back onto the couch.
Everyone in the room gasped.
My jaw clenched. This woman.
Straightening up, I looked at her with disgust. "It's just a death, don't overreact so much," I said with a small smile.
Her eyes widened, and she gritted her teeth, her hand raised as if to slap me. Seriously?
Grabbing her arm mid-way, I pushed her with enough force to make her fall.
