Shattered Hearts: A Journey Through Darkness and Redemption

[5] His Possessiveness

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Aadarsh POV

After coming back from the basement, I called Vikram to come over to my study. 

As he entered, I could see the tension in his eyes-he knew the gravity of the situation.

"Any news about her father?" I asked, my voice steady but laced with urgency.

Vikram shook his head, his expression grim. "Not yet Aadarsh"

I clenched my fists, frustration simmering just beneath the surface. 

"Three weeks and nothing?"

Vikram sighed. 

"We've followed every lead, but it seems like someone has gone to great lengths to remove his existence."

His words only deepened my frustration. 

The more I thought about this marriage, the more certain I became that it wasn't a simple coincidence. 

It felt orchestrated as if someone had deliberately planned for me to marry Ishitha. 

But why? 

Why her? 

What was the purpose behind this?

Ishitha POV

The morning light filtered through the curtains, gently waking me from a deep, exhausted sleep. 

For a moment, I felt disoriented, my mind struggling to piece together the events of the previous day. 

But then it all came flooding back: 

Aadarsh, 

The penthouse, 

His words.

I sat up slowly, wincing as the movement reminded me of my bruised wrists and the aching body. 

I realized, there was no escape from this place. 

Aadarsh had made that abundantly clear. 

But if he thought he could break me, he was sorely mistaken.

If he wanted to play this ugly, then I would too. 

I wouldn't let him win so easily.

With a deep breath, I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up, wincing at the soreness in my muscles. 

I forced myself to push through it, determined not to show any weakness. 

I got out of bed and made my way to the bathroom. 

The hot water from the shower was a small comfort, washing away some of the exhaustion and pain. 

I took my time, letting the water soothe my sore muscles and clear my mind.

As I finished up, I noticed something unexpected - a set of new clothes neatly laid out on the bed. 

My eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 

What was he trying to prove with this gesture?

Whatever his intentions, were, 

If he thought he could manipulate me with these small acts of kindness, he was mistaken.

I slipped into the clothes, the fabric soft against my skin. 

They fit perfectly, and I couldn't help but feel a twinge of irritation at how well he knew my size.