𝐅𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐀 : 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

Chapter - 41

The year had passed swiftly since Ekanksh had taken the helm of the underworld empire, a mantle of power that demanded more than just his presence; it demanded his soul. For the last week, the weight of his responsibilities had kept him entrenched in the shadows of his work, away from the warmth of his mansion and the solace of Vamika's company.

Vamika, left in the echoing silence of their vast home, felt the sting of his absence keenly. Each day she tried to reach him, her calls met with the cold, unyielding tone of unanswered rings. Her frustration and worry grew in equal measure, a tempest within her heart that no soothing words could quell.

One evening, as the heavy silence of the mansion threatened to suffocate her, Vamika's phone buzzed with a single message from Ekanksh: "Busy with work. Will call you tonight."

She stared at the message, her emotions a tumultuous mix of relief and anger. That night, when her phone finally rang, she answered immediately, her voice trembling with a week's worth of pent-up emotion.

"Ekanksh?" she breathed, barely able to contain the storm within her.

"Hey, Vamika," he replied, his voice laden with exhaustion. "I'm sorry I haven't been around. Things have been... intense."

"Intense?" she echoed, her frustration boiling over. "Do you know how many times I've called you this week? I've been worried sick, Ekanksh!"

"I know, and I'm really sorry," he said, attempting to calm her. "I didn't mean to worry you."

"Didn't mean to?" she retorted, her voice rising. "You didn't even bother to call me back! Do you have any idea what it feels like to be ignored like this?"

"Vamika, please understand," he pleaded. "This work... it's dangerous and demanding. I can't afford any distractions."

"Distractions?" she repeated, her voice breaking. "Is that what I am to you now? A distraction?"

Before Ekanksh could respond, a muffled voice in the background interrupted their conversation. "Boss, we need you right now. It's urgent."

"Not now," Ekanksh replied, his irritation evident.

"Boss, it's critical. We can't wait," the assistant insisted.

Ekanksh sighed, the sound heavy with the burden of his dual lives. "Vamika, can you hold on for a moment? I'll be right back."

Vamika clutched the phone tightly, her knuckles white with the effort. "Fine," she muttered, trying to keep her composure. "But don't take too long."

She listened to the muffled sounds on the other end of the line, her mind racing with thoughts of what could be so urgent. Minutes ticked by, each one a weight pressing down on her heart. After thirty minutes, the line went dead. She stared at the screen in disbelief, the call having cut out without warning. She dialed his number again, but there was no answer. Each attempt met with the same silent rejection, her anger and frustration mounting with each passing second.

Vamika threw her phone onto the bed in exasperation, the tears she had been holding back finally spilling over. She felt a crushing sense of abandonment, her faith in Ekanksh's promises wavering. The man she loved was slipping through her fingers, consumed by the darkness of his world.

The next day, she paced the length of the grand hall, her thoughts a whirlwind of anger and sorrow. She replayed their conversation over and over in her mind, each word a painful reminder of their growing distance. She tried calling him again, but her efforts were in vain. The silence on the other end of the line felt like a cold, unyielding barrier between them.

That night, she sat by the window, watching the moon cast its silvery light over the garden. She thought of the times they had spent together, the laughter and the love that had once filled their home. Now, those memories seemed like distant echoes, overshadowed by the reality of their current situation.