Concealed with Obsession

23. Circumstances

Heer aakhdi ve jogiya
Jhooth bole

｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡

Patiala, Punjab, India

Trishnoor's pov

Another week has dragged on, and I'm still trapped in this lonely silence.

My husband's indifference pierces my heart like a sharp knife.

I'm desperate for answers, but he's as unresponsive as a stone wall.

Why did people whisper about his wealth and status?

Why did he wore those designer clothes, flaunting a lifestyle we never had?

And why, oh why, did he lie about his whereabouts, leaving me to discover his secret at the hotel with another woman?

The questions swirl in my mind, driving me to search for clues online "Akaalpreet Singh Virk" but even Google holds no secrets.

My heart cries out for him to break this suffocating silence, to explain the truth behind his actions.

Is it the because of the Junnu incident, or has he simply grown tired of our love, trading it for a newer, shinier obsession?

The uncertainty is eating away at my soul, and I'm left to wonder if our love story has become a fading memory.

That day in the kitchen, I poured my heart out, kissing him, hoping to break down the walls he'd built around himself.

But he remained resolute, refusing to utter a single word.

Little did I know, a text message had arrived, casting a shadow over our moment. I chose to ignore it then, but now the truth hits me like a ton of bricks, piercing my heart with a thousand spikes.

I'm done, I told myself, as I packed the last of my belongings and packing them in a suitcase,trying to stifle my tears.

'Stop crying, Trishnoor,'I scolded, 'he doesn't deserve your tears.'

But the pain was too raw, and my eyes betrayed me, streaming with tears I couldn't contain.

In desperation, I grabbed a dupatta and fled to the washroom, stuffing it into my mouth to muffle the sobs that racked my body.

The anguish was suffocating, and I couldn't escape the torment that had become my life.

Don't cry Trishnoor.

Awaaz bahar gayi, then Junnu will wake up.

Akaal's pov

As I sat at the center of the desk in this final meeting, my heart raced with anticipation.

The day I had longed for had finally arrived!

I would soon be reunited with my beloved wife, holding her close and cherishing every moment.

I yearned to feel her warm embrace, to taste the sweetness of her lips, and to gaze into her loving eyes.

The distance between us, despite being under the same roof, had been suffocating.

I was dying to be close to her, to feel her gentle touch, and to whisper sweet nothings in her ear.

My love, meri Noor, was the missing piece to my soul, and I couldn't wait to be whole again.

The frustration and irritation that had been building up would soon melt away, replaced by the warmth and love we shared.

I was ready to break free from the shackles that kept us apart and indulge in the love that made my heart sing.