Meera~The King's triumphant Queen

28~Meera asks for forgiveness

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Abhimaan's pov~

I still can not belive the things just happen. I want it all to be a nightmare, but I know it's not. Her loud bangings on door are making me believe it's all real.

My mind kept replaying the scene. Her accusation of cheating had struck me like a blow, leaving me stunned and wounded.

Her words were too sharp and filled with mistrust and hatred. She didn't trust me for once but believe what she heard from outside.

Hell, she didn't even listen to me for once and make her own opinion. I was feeling a mix of anger and hurt as I thought about what she had said......

After years she remind me the same truth of relations which I forgot after meeting her. But no, it was still inside me, buried inside me and when she accused me I could not control but let my tears fall. I fucking cried...why?

I was in my thoughts standing near the window when I noticed her shouts has stopped. Did she went back? I sighed and sucked on my lower lip feeling another tear rolling down my eyes. I hope she went away. Because I don't want to face her after she accused me of lusting over her.

How can she even think so low of me? She thinks of herself as my slut....what's wrong with her. Did I ever make her feel like that?

"Ranaji" A voice of atendee from outside gained my attention. I closed my eyes and sighed heavily. What they want now? I swear if it's something nonsense I am gonna kill him right now.

"WHAT?" I yelled loud enough for her to hear. I am in no mood to hear there gibberish at this time.

"R-ranaji, ranisa is asleep outside." She said stammering.

This girl. I really don't know what has gotten into her today. She herself said I am a fucker, a manwhore and herself came behind when I left from there.

I rubbed my palm over my face to calm my nerves and blink my eyes and turn towards door. As I open my sight caught her immediately.

She was still on the doorstep curled up on the cold floor. Her head was tilted side to door while duppata was hung low to her shoulder with messy braid and some loose strands out falling over her cheeks.

I felt pang in my heart looking at her tear stained cheeks and red nose fue to crying. Her face, even in sleep, bore the traces of regret and sorrow, and I could see the toll her outburst had taken on her.

I knew this, she is going to regret her words. She was so into the words of saudamini at that time that she didn't even want to listen to me.

I knelt beside her and gently brushed the strand of hair from her face.

"Kitni ziddi h aap. Paas aate hai toh use vaasna bolti h, aur dur bhi nhi Jane deti."

("How stubborn you are, when I come close, you call me lustful, and yet you don't let me go away either.")

I murmerd looking at her and lift her in my arms to carry her inside the same room.

It was already dark and the room was dimmed low by some firelamps allowing only moonlight to come inside.

I pass through the shredded glass on floor carefully and lay her on bed lightly not to make her awake and covered her with comforter. Once assuring she was comfortable I moved back.