"Am I hurting you Mishti? Does it hurt?"
He whispered against her lips and dug his nails deep into her waist by tightly clutching her close to him. She hissed in pain but her eyes never him thinking deeply about him and how a person change this much...
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Anjana hesitated at the threshold of their home, her hand resting lightly on the doorframe. The familiar warmth and scent of the house beckoned, but the memories of the harsh words spoken here made her hesitate. He stood beside her, his hand gently squeezing hers.
"This is your house, mishti," he whispered, his voice filled with encouragement. "We belong here together."
She looked up at him, his unwavering support giving her the strength she needed. Nodding slightly, she stepped inside, her heart pounding.
As they entered the living room, Jankee and Rishi looked up from their conversation. Meera's eyes narrowed, and Rishi's expression turned cold. She felt a wave of anxiety crash over her, but before either could say anything, Hriday's piercing glare silenced them.
"Not a word," he warned, his voice low and dangerous.
Jankee and meera exchanged glances but remained silent.
She moved through the house, trying to avoid their gazes. Every room seemed filled with tension, making her feel like a stranger in what was supposed to be her home. She found solace in the kitchen, busying herself with small tasks to keep her mind off the uneasy atmosphere.
Over the next few days, he noticed his wife's behavior changing. She started avoiding family gatherings, making excuses to leave the room, or spending time in their bedroom. At work, she began staying late, immersing herself in projects to avoid coming home to the strained environment.
One evening, he arrived home to find her already in her office, her desk covered with files and her eyes tired. He watched her for a moment, his heart aching at the sight of her overworked and avoiding their home.
"Mishti," he said gently, stepping into the room. "We need to talk."
She looked up, surprise flickering in her eyes. "Dae, I'm just finishing up some work."
He shook his head, moving closer. "No, this isn't about work. This is about us, and about our home."
She sighed, leaning back in her chair. "it's just... difficult. Being here, with them."
He knelt beside her, taking her hands in his. "I know it's hard. But running away from it isn't the solution. This is our home, and you have every right to be here. Don't let them make you feel otherwise."
Her eyes filled with tears. "I don't want to cause more trouble. They clearly don't want me here."
His expression softened, his thumb brushing away her tears. "They don't get to decide that. You are my wife, and this is where you belong. We'll face this together, but I need you to stop hiding."
