unexpected love

REALIZATION

AFTER FEW DAYS:-

"Darsh had started spending most of his time with Misti, and she, in turn, had begun visiting the Bisht mansion frequently. One afternoon, Misti arrived at the mansion and greeted Meenu. Meenu, offering a warm but brief smile, nodded at her before retreating to her room. Abhi, as usual, left with his friends soon after Misti entered, and Rajiv was away on a business trip. Darsh was in his study, buried in work. As Misti made her way upstairs, searching for Darsh, she entered his room but found it empty. Just as she was about to turn around and leave, her eyes fell upon the wall adorned with framed photographs. She walked closer, curiosity piqued, until one photograph caught her attention—a picture of Darsh and Satakshi at their wedding. A sense of anger bubbled up inside her as she stood there, staring at the image."

"Her fingers reached out to touch the photo, but before she could, the frame slipped from its hook and crashed onto the floor, the glass shattering with a sharp, jarring sound. The sudden noise startled Darsh, and he rushed into the room, his expression darkening as soon as he saw Misti standing there. His eyes locked onto the broken photo frame lying on the floor. Fury ignited within him, and he strode over, his hands shaking as he bent down to pick up the shattered pieces. His voice trembled with anger as he muttered through clenched teeth."

Darsh, gritting his teeth, his jaw clenched in fury: Tumse kisne kaha yaha aane ko?

"His voice was sharp, barely holding back his rage. Each word felt like it was torn from his throat. Misti, caught off guard by his outburst, flinched, her gaze dropping to the broken photo scattered across the floor. A wave of guilt mixed with anxiety surged through her, but she quickly tried to mask it. She lifted her eyes to Darsh, struggling to steady her breathing, though her heart pounded in her chest."

Misti nervously ran a hand through her hair, her movements defensive as she tried to calm her racing thoughts: Darsh, main toh bas tumhe dhoondh rahi thi... aur dhoondte hue, room mein aa gayi.

Darsh, his anger barely contained, snapped: Misti, main puch raha hoon ki kis se puch kar tum mere kamre mein aayi?

Misti, feeling the tension rise, crossed her arms defensively. Her eyes narrowed, and a cold edge crept into her voice as she responded: Puch kar? Tumhare room mein aane ke liye mujhe kisi se permission leni padegi ab? Tum bhool rahe ho toh main yaad dila du. Hum dono ki shaadi ki baat chal rahi hai. Mujhe poora haq hai aane ka.

Darsh's eyes flashed with fury, his voice hard as steel: Sirf baat chal rahi hai, abhi hui nahi hai. Aur tum agar andar aayi toh tumne photo kyun chheda?

Misti's frustration boiled over, her chest tightening as she spoke: Tum ek photo ke liye mujhpe gussa kar rahe ho? Aur waise bhi, Satakshi se judi koi bhi cheez is kamre mein vaise bhi nahi honi chahiye. Kyunki jab main yaha aa jaaungi, toh main usse judi har cheez bhar phek dungi.

Darsh, his hands trembling with barely controlled rage, took a step closer, his voice a low warning: Misti, meri patience test mat karo. Tumhe pehli aur aakhri baar bol raha hoon—mere kamre aur meri cheezon se tum jitna door raho, tumhare liye utna accha hai.

"Darsh wiped the photo with a quick, almost harsh motion, his hand brushing over the surface before he carefully placed it inside the drawer near his bed. As he did, Misti's eyes flashed with fury, her chest heaving with frustration. Her voice broke through the tension, sharp and unrestrained."

Misti, her voice trembling with anger: Woh photo rakhne ki kya zaroorat hai? Tum shayad bhool rahe ho ki tumhara aur Satakshi ka ab koi rishta nahi hai. Darsh, tum mujhse pyaar karte ho, aur tumne us Satakshi ki photo ke liye mujhpe chillaya?