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"What are you doing here?" he asks me, his eyes raking over my drenched body and widening. Instantly, he opens the door further, allowing me to slip inside and grab a towel from somewhere, handing it to me.
My sobs may have taken a backseat f...
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It’s been two weeks since Veer and I visited Anaya and to say that that man has been disturbed would be an understatement.
I saw the look of determination and finality on Anaya’s face. Analysed it as she held her head high and promptly kicked us out of her sasural. I didn’t raise any questions because I didn’t want to interfere with whatever she was planning because she definitely was.
But Veer doesn’t know that. He doesn’t know how to read her emotions from her face like I do. Nobody does. And that’s the only reason I’ve been letting him pace my office nonstop for the past two weeks.
“I should’ve forcefully dragged her out with us that day. Did you fucking see her? She looked so dull. Have those assholes been starving my sister?” he mutters, walking back and forth in front of me.
I roll my eyes. “I don’t know, Veer.”
“How did you know she was being abused?”
“Really? You’re asking that question now after all these days?”
“I’ve been stressed,” he huffs. “I’m only realising it now that you could be joking.”
“I saw her at the charity we hosted six months ago. I don’t know where the fuck you had been all this time. It took me three months to locate you and then another three to get hold of you. Do you think I’d go through so much bullshit if I’d been joking?” I raise a silent brow in his direction.
“So, you’ve known about her abuse for months and yet waited for so long to do something about it?” He grinds his jaw as if he has any fucking right to be angry about this.
Does he know how much it fucking stung to watch Anaya walk away with some douchebag who I’m going to bring down soon? Does he understand the kind of rage that simmers beneath my fingertips every passing day that she’s in that house, alone?
“And what would I have said had I gone there the moment I found out?” It’s my turn to grind my jaw. “I’m no one to her. But you’re her brother and the fact that she didn’t listen to you too means she’s okay in that house.” She’s not okay. I know that but it’s not what Veer wants to hear right now.
“Then why do you care?” he asks. At my expressionless face, he continues, “If you know you’re no one to her, then why should you care about my sister?”
Because I may be a random person to her just passing by but to me she’s— she’s—
It doesn’t feel right to admit something so monumental in my head despite knowing my woman isn’t safe. Anaya is a smart, calculative woman and what’s even more interesting is she knows how to hide that face very well.
I’ve seen her be reckless and drink and smoke all types of shit with Janki. She’s uncontrollable and feisty but that part of her has been subdued into a submissive woman for her husband. I hate that.
