ISHQ-E-MOHABBAT

54. I'm not your doll !

Abhimaan 's pov:

I watched as Deep hastily excused himself, his eyes lingering on Mayura for a fraction of a second before he turned and disappeared into the crowd. My gaze shifted to my wife, my Jaana, and my heart tightened as I saw her gazing after him, a mix of emotions playing on her face.

I felt a surge of possessiveness, my mind racing with thoughts of whether she still had feelings for him. The way she looked at him, the way she smiled, it all seemed so familiar, so intimate. I couldn't help but wonder if I was just a replacement, a substitute for the love she truly desired.

"Jaana," I said, my voice low and husky, trying to keep my emotions in check.

She turned to me, her eyes sparkling with a hint of defensiveness. "Stop staring, Abhi," she said, her voice firm but gentle. "I just can't believe my old best friend is here. I missed him a lot."

I raised an eyebrow, my eyes never leaving hers. "You missed him?" I repeated, my tone neutral.

Mayura sighed, her shoulders relaxing. "Yes, Abhi, I missed him. We were inseparable once. But that doesn't mean I have feelings for him beyond friendship."

I searched her eyes, seeking the truth, seeking reassurance. And in that moment, I knew she was telling the truth. Her eyes were clear, her gaze unwavering.

"No need to get over possessive, husband," she said, her voice teasing, her hand reaching out to brush against mine.

I smiled, my tension easing, my heart still racing but no longer fueled by jealousy. I knew I had nothing to fear. Mayura was mine, and I was hers. Our bond was unbreakable.

Deep Rathore's pov:

I, Deep Rathore, sat alone in my dark apartment, surrounded by the shadows of my past. My mind wandered back to the days when Mayura was more than just a friend to me. I remembered the way she would confide in me, sharing her fears and dreams, and how I would listen intently, offering words of encouragement.

I recalled the day I bought her a silver necklace, trying to ease her pain and sorrow. She had smiled, her eyes sparkling with gratitude, and in that moment, I knew I was in love with her. But I never had the courage to tell her, fearing it would ruin our friendship.

As time passed, Mayura's family arranged her marriage to the King of Rajasthan, Abhimaan Deep Shekhawat. I was devastated, feeling like I had lost her forever. But I couldn't help but feel a sense of pride, knowing she was destined for greatness.

Now, as I sit here, surrounded by the remnants of our past, I can't help but feel a sense of longing. I know I'm no match for the king, but I can't help the way I feel. I want to make Mayura mine, to show her that I'm more than just a friend.

I remember the days we spent learning self-defense and hacking together. She was a quick learner, and I was proud to be her teacher. I taught her how to be strong, how to defend herself, and how to navigate the dark corners of the internet.

But most of all, I remember the way she made me feel. She saw me as a best friend, but I knew I was more than that. I was her confidant, her partner in crime, and her protector.

As I sit here, lost in thought, I know I have to make a move. I can't just sit back and watch her live her life with someone else. I have to try, no matter how impossible it seems. I have to show her that I'm the one who truly understands her, who truly loves her for who she is.

With a newfound determination, I rise from my chair, ready to face whatever challenges come my way. I know it won't be easy, but I'm willing to fight for her, to show her that I'm the one who deserves her love.