Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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The opulent dining room of the Raizada mansion echoed with a cold silence, broken only by the clinking of silverware.

"In today's party, The daughter of Mr.Khan the owner of KH empire was asking me about you, should i make a date for you" said maya...

Abhimanyu sat rigidly at the table, his jaw clenched tight. Across from him, Maya, his so-called mother, sat with a strained smile plastered on her face.

The air crackled with unspoken tension. Abhimanyu had mastered the art of ignoring Maya's manipulative attempts at conversation, but tonight, her words had struck a raw nerve.

As Maya launched into yet another topic about marriage and finding a "suitable" wife, something snapped within Abhimanyu. He slammed his spoon down on the table, the sharp clatter making Maya flinch.

"Look, Mrs. Raizada," he began, his voice laced with icy contempt. "I've told you this multiple times – stay out of my personal life".

"Don't be ridiculous, Abhimanyu," Maya countered, her voice losing its earlier venom. "I only want what's best for you. A good marriage, a stable life…"

"A marriage of convenience, you mean," Abhimanyu spat back, his voice laced with disgust. "Like the one you orchestrated for yourself? A life built on lies and manipulation? , stop pretending to be some kind of motherly figure."

Maya's carefully constructed facade crumbled. Her eyes narrowed, a venomous glint replacing the feigned warmth.

"Don't you dare talk to me like that, Abhimanyu!" she hissed, her voice tight with suppressed rage. "I raised you all these years, gave you everything you have!"

Abhimanyu scoffed, bitterness dripping from his words. "Oh, you raised me alright," he said, his gaze hardening. "Raised me to serve your own twisted purposes. You filled my head with lies, manipulated me into hurting the one person I truly loved."

Maya bristled, but before she could retort, Abhimanyu cut her off. "Don't even try to play the victim card, Maya. Your act is as transparent as your love for me – nonexistent."

He stood up from the table, his towering frame casting a menacing shadow over her. "The only reason I haven't tossed you out on the street is because of a twisted sense of obligation. But don't mistake that for respect. You'll never be my mother."

As he turned to leave, Maya's desperate voice echoed in the room. ""So, the rumors are true then," she said, her voice laced with a hint of amusement. "You and Kunj… are rekindling your little romance? How… sweet." Her voice dripped with disdain.

"What a pathetic excuse for a man. How can he forgive you for breaking his heart, his trust? He must be a spineless fool!"

Abhimanyu's fists clenched involuntarily. He fought the urge to lash out, to let his anger consume him.

He couldn't hit a woman, no matter how much she deserved it.

Instead, he let out a guttural roar, a primal sound of frustration and rage. It echoed through the cavernous room, a stark contrast to the usual orchestrated symphony of the mansion.

Alarmed servants rushed in, their faces etched with concern. Ignoring their worried pleas, Abhimanyu stormed out of the dining room, his steps echoing on the marble floor. The weight of Maya's words hung heavy in the air, a poisonous sting that fueled his anger.

He retreated to the sanctuary of his room, slamming the door shut with a resounding thud. The opulent surroundings did little to soothe his agitated state.

His mind was a tempest of swirling emotions – anger at Maya's manipulation, fear of losing Kunj again, and a desperate longing for a life free from her clutches.

He needed an outlet, a way to channel the storm raging within. Walking over to a punching bag suspended in the corner of the room, he unleashed a flurry of punches and kicks, his every move fueled by pent-up rage. With each blow, a silent scream echoed in his head – a scream against Maya's control, a scream for a chance at true happiness with Kunj.

As his exhaustion finally matched his anger, he slumped against the worn leather of the punching bag, his chest heaving. The room remained silent, save for his ragged breaths. But in the quiet aftermath, a flicker of determination ignited in his eyes.

In the quiet room, the weight of Maya's words pressed down on him. He knew she was right – he didn't deserve Kunj's love, not after the devastation he'd caused. But a flicker of hope, a stubborn ember of defiance, refused to be extinguished. Maybe, just maybe, he could redeem himself. Maybe, just maybe, Kunj would give him a chance to prove his love was real, this time built on honesty and trust.