Burning Hearts

117. 𝐆𝐨 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫

Chapter-117

Parul's POV

Shiva was standing between me and his mother. I refused to look at him even though he grabbed my hands. I hissed as hot tears trailed down my bruised cheek. Shiva forced his hands under my chin and made me look at him—into his blazing eyes.

Will he hurt me as well?

He looked at my bruised cheek, the pulse in his jaw ticked dangerously.

" Paa—"

" She is lying...I don't believe you. My son isn't what you said. You are lying..." She held her son's hands, sounding like I was the one who hurt her.

" She is LYING..." She cried grabbing his wrists, shaking him violently.

My lips wobbled as bitter cries threatened to leave. I dragged my bottom lip under my teeth and bit it sharp enough to cause bleeding.

" She said vile things about you Shivu, tell me it's all a lie..." She seemed pathetic to me.

My chest heaved up and down as I tried to control myself from screaming this mansion down.

" Maa..." he sounded like he was controlling his anger.

I need fresh air. I'm out of this drama.

" Paaru... please—"

" Why are you behaving like this? Shivu"

" You know what..." I looked at his hands clasped around mine. Tears after tears rolled down my eyes. " Listen to your mom and leave me for good" I removed his hands from mine harshly and wiped the traitorous tears escaping my eyes.

I tried to clasp the chain that was in his neck but Shiva held my hands in the middle, forcing me to stop doing it. " Stop it... Remove that goddamn chain and be your mama's good boy!" I didn't wait for another second, I rushed out from there and I think my luck is eating shit. I dashed into someone. That's when I saw Aryan and Manvi along with Ved standing there, watching the drama unfolding.

" Paaru... I'm sorry...wait... PAARU!" I heard him screaming behind me but I didn't stop. I didn't look at any of them. I continued running like I was in a marathon.

I didn't stop until I was in the garden, his men watching me like I was a culprit. Fuck them all.

I couldn't run anymore. My chest hurt with every breath that escaped my lungs.

My legs felt weak. It was hurting. I didn't want this.

I couldn't stand anymore. My legs felt wobbly. I dropped my knees but they didn't hit the ground.

I didn't fall either.

Instead, a pair of strong hands stopped me from falling.

I looked at the person holding me. I wasn't expecting anyone right now.

Seems like this is god's way of saying that I'm not alone in this.

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Shiva's POV

Anger doesn't even come close to describe what I am feeling right now. If the person standing before me wasn't my mother, I'd have buried them alive, not before making their soul cry in agony.

It happened so fast. I was about to get in when she slapped my wife.

I don't care what Parul said, my mom shouldn't have slapped my wife. That's it.