Viyansh sat beside Vaidehi again, feeling the warmth of her presence as she gently took his hand in hers. As he settled next to her, he could feel the intensity of her gaze, her eyes still filled with various questions.
Viyansh: "Kya puchna hai Biwi?"
(What do you want to ask)Vaidehi: "Aapko pata tha sab pehle se??"
(Did you know everything beforehand?)Viyansh POV,
She asked me the question I didn’t want to answer, at least not right now, given her current state of health. I could see the worry lines etched on her face, and I knew that my answer, whatever it was, would only add to her anxiety. But I also knew her well enough to realize that if I didn't answer her, she'd become restless and even more agitated, her mind conjuring up worst-case scenarios. It's not that I didn't want to tell her the truth—that I knew a few things beforehand—but I feared how she might interpret that information. What if she thought I had been hiding something from her intentionally? What if she believed that I had betrayed her trust by keeping those things to myself? She reached out and gently shook my hand, pulling me back from my spiraling thoughts. Her eyes were fixed on mine, a mixture of concern and determination evident in their depths. I could see that she needed to hear what I had to say, even if it was difficult. Taking a deep breath, I braced myself to find the right words, ones that would ease her mind without causing her undue stress.
Vaidehi: "Bataiye na"
(Tell me)I took a deep breath, gathering my resolve, and decided that it was time to tell her everything.
Viyansh: "Yes, jaana, there are a few things that I've known for the last few months."
Vaidehi: "Kab se pata tha aapko and kya pata tha?? Popsy ne mujhe Kavya Mumma aur Vidya momzee ke bare me bataya aur kaha hai kuch cheezein aap mujhe batayenge."
(Since when did you know, and what did you know? Popsy told me about Kavya Mumma and Vidya Momzee and said that there are some things you would tell me.)
Oh, so Papa told her about her mumma and my mumma. I realized then what he wanted me to convey to her. I understand now what he wants me to explain to her. I just hope she doesn't think I lied to her. I could see the questions swirling in her eyes, the unspoken fears that needed addressing. Her grip on my hand tightened slightly, a silent plea for honesty. I took a deep breath, steeling myself to explain everything in a way that would be gentle but truthful.
Viyansh: "Jaana, jab aapko panic attack aaya tha aur aapne sab mujhe bataya tab kuch cheeze thi Jo aapko nahi pata thi and I didn't want to force you. So the next day, I went to meet Dadu about your medical reports, and he told me about your childhood, about our mothers and their friendship, about your equation with your parents. And lastly, he even told me about your and Ahaan's kidnapping, followed by your accident and memory loss."
(Jaana, when you had a panic attack and told me everything, there were some things you didn't know)Vaidehi: "You also knew about Shruti's father being Mrs. Oberoi's brother?"
Viyansh: "No. Remember when you were coming to me when Shruti tried that... You met with some goons on your way, right?"
Vaidehi: "Yeah, Shruti had sent them to harm me."
Viyansh: "No, jaan, it was Mr. Ritesh's henchmen. He sent them to harm you because you are married to me, and Shruti wanted me to marry her."
Vaidehi: "What??? How did you know this?"
Viyansh: "Maine Eklavya se kaha tha tumhara accident case investigate karne ke liye. Usme hi hume ye sab pata chala ki exactly us din tumhare aur Ahaan ke sath kya hua tha. Isiliye tumhe Bina bataye tumhare liye bodygards appoint kiye the. But it was all my fault maine hi tumhe kuch bataya nahi aur ye sab ho gaya."
(I had asked Eklavya to investigate your accident case. That's when we found out what exactly happened to you and Ahaan that day. That's why I appointed bodyguards for you without telling you. But it was all my fault; I didn't tell you anything, and all this happened.)
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Whispers of Romance
RomanceA romantically inclined spirit, pouring all my fantasies into this narrative of mine. *************** In an arranged marriage, one hungers for love while the other flees for personal reasons. Will they ever find completeness in each other? Grumpy x...