Kashvi Rao never planned to get married, and it was never her choice. However, when she finally agreed to marry, it was to the man chosen by her parents.
There's nothing inherently wrong with a parent-arranged marriage, but when the man her parents...
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The past few weeks have been a blur of intensity, a whirlwind of challenges that have tested my limits in ways I never thought possible. But of all the difficult things I've had to face, leaving Kashvi behind on that private jet was the hardest. I had to leave her alone, without a word, without a goodbye. The weight of that decision still haunts me.
I had finally avenged my sister's death, taking down the mafia group responsible for her tragic fate. But the victory was bittersweet, tainted by the regret of not being able to share it with Kashvi. I couldn't bring myself to tell her where I was going, or what I was about to do.
The thought of her worrying, wondering, and waiting for a word from me that never came, is a burden I still carry.
But I had no choice. Salvatore's call on the private jet changed everything. He warned me that Spain was a trap, a clever ploy to lure us into a false sense of security. And then he dropped the bombshell - the mafia organization was in Italy, waiting for us. I knew I had to act fast, to protect Kashvi and myself from the danger that lurked ahead.
With a heavy heart and a sense of trepidation, I left Kashvi behind, flying solo into the unknown. The silence between us was deafening, a chasm that seemed impossible to bridge. But I knew I had to keep moving forward, no matter how hard it was. For Kashvi's sake, and for mine.
As I make my way back home, my heart overflows with joy and anticipation. I've had enough of the danger, the secrets, and the goodbyes. I've made up my mind to make it all up to Kashvi, to compensate for the pain and the longing I've put her through. I've woven a tapestry of plans for our future, a future filled with laughter, adventure, and love.
I envision us strolling hand in hand through sun-drenched streets, our hearts beating as one. I see us building a life together, free from the shadows of the past. I imagine the warmth of our embraces, the sweetness of our kisses, and the joy that will radiate from our very presence.
My soul sings with excitement as I think of the moments we'll share, the memories we'll create, and the dreams we'll chase together. I'm eager to whisper sweet nothings in her ear, to hold her close and never let her go. I'm ready to be her safe haven, her partner in every sense of the word.
As I draw closer to home, my heart races with anticipation. I know that our future is bright, our love is strong, and our bond is unbreakable. I'm finally coming home to the person I love most in this world, and I know that we'll forever be each other's haven, each other's home.
As I step inside my home, a shiver runs down my spine. The familiar walls, once a sanctuary, now feel like a trap. The air is heavy with an eerie energy, like a storm brewing beneath the surface. I try to shake off the feeling, telling myself I'm just being paranoid, but the sense of unease lingers.
My heart races as I scan the room, my eyes searching for something, anything, out of place. The silence is deafening, a palpable presence that suffocates me. I feel like I'm walking into a nightmare, the darkness closing in around me.
My mind races with worst-case scenarios, my imagination running wild with fears and doubts. I try to calm myself down, telling myself I'm just being silly, but the feeling persists. It's as if my intuition is screaming at me, warning me of an impending doom.
With a sense of trepidation, I made my way to our room, my feet feeling like lead weights. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, the silence echoing through the empty spaces. My heart raced with anticipation, my mind pleading with the universe to let Kashvi be there, safe and sound.
As I approached the door, my hand trembled slightly as I reached for the handle. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for what lay ahead. I pushed open the door, my eyes scanning the room frantically. And then, I saw her.
Kashvi lay on the bed, her beauty illuminated by the soft glow of the evening light. Her eyes were closed, her chest rising and falling in a gentle rhythm. I felt a wave of relief wash over me, followed by a rush of love and adoration. I had never been so grateful to see her, to know that she was safe.
I approached her quietly, not wanting to disturb her peaceful slumber. I sat down beside her, my eyes drinking in the sight of her. I reached out a trembling hand, gently brushing a strand of hair out of her face. Her skin was soft and warm, her presence a balm to my frazzled nerves.
In that moment, everything else faded away, and all that mattered was Kashvi. I felt my heart overflow with love, my soul singing with joy. I knew that I would never take our time together for granted again, that every moment with her was precious.
Slowly, Kashvi's eyes opened, like two doors creaking apart to reveal a hollow interior. The spark that once lit up her gaze was gone, leaving behind a vacant stare that pierced my soul. The warmth, the laughter, the love – all were extinguished, replaced by a chilling emptiness.
My heart shattered into a million pieces as I beheld the desolate landscape of her eyes. I felt like I was gazing into the abyss, with no hope of rescue. The weight of my guilt was crushing me, suffocating me. I knew, in that moment, that I was the architect of this devastation.
Kashvi's gaze was a mirror reflecting my own failures, my own shortcomings. I saw the fragments of our shattered dreams, our broken promises, our lost love. I saw the ruins of our relationship, the rubble of my mistakes. And I knew, in that moment, that I had lost her, perhaps forever.
Kashvi's words hung in the air like a guillotine, poised to drop and sever our relationship forever. 'We need to talk.' The phrase was a death knell, a harbinger of doom. My heart raced like a wild animal, sensing the impending storm.
She rose from the bed, her movements slow and deliberate, like a funeral procession. The closet door creaked open, a dark mouth swallowing her whole. I braced myself for the worst, my mind racing with terrible scenarios.
Then, she emerged, an envelope clutched in her hand like a deadly secret. The white paper seemed to glow with an eerie light, a harbinger of bad news. My heart skipped a beat as she sat beside me, her eyes fixed on mine with a steely gaze.
The envelope seemed to pulse with a malevolent energy, as if it contained a poisonous secret that would destroy us forever. I felt like I was staring into the abyss, with no safety net to catch my fall. Kashvi's eyes were cold, her expression unyielding, as she prepared to deliver the final blow.
Kashvi's hand extended, the envelope trembling slightly, like a leaf in an autumn breeze. My heart shattered into a million pieces, as if it had been struck by a thunderbolt. The creamy white paper seemed to glow with an eerie light, a harbinger of doom. I felt like I was staring into the abyss, with no safety net to catch my fall.
As I took the envelope from her hand, my fingers closed around it like a vice, as if trying to crush the reality within. The weight of it was crushing, the weight of our failed love, our shattered dreams, our broken promises. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.
The words on the page blurred together, a jumbled mess of legalese and heartache. Divorce papers. The final nail in the coffin of our relationship. I felt like I had been punched in the gut, my breath knocked out of me. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of pain and regret.
I looked up at Kashvi, her eyes cold, her expression unyielding. The woman I loved, the woman I had promised to cherish and honor, was now a stranger, a stranger who wanted out. I felt like I was dying inside, my heart ripped from my chest, my soul crushed beneath her heel.
"Why?" I whispered.
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