For Me Love Is Confusing

chapter seventeen : "Shattered Trust"

Ishan entered Mili's room with a charming smile, trying to lighten the mood. "Hey there, beautiful," he said, moving closer to her. "How are you feeling today?"

Mili looked at him with a mix of confusion and suspicion. "Ishan, can you tell me something?" she asked cautiously.

"Anything," he replied, still smiling.

"Last night, at the party, everyone was talking about how I disappeared two years ago. How did I come back? What happened?" Her eyes searched his face for answers.

Ishan's demeanor shifted instantly. The energy in the room grew tense as he frowned. "Why are you bringing that up now, Mili? It doesn't matter."

"It does matter," Mili insisted, her voice rising. "I need to know."

Ishan's expression hardened. "You don't need to know anything. Stop asking questions."

Mili stood her ground. "I have the right to know, Ishan. Tell me what happened."

His patience snapped, and his voice grew cold and arrogant. "You want to know what happened? Fine. You disappeared, and I brought you back. That's all you need to know."

Mili's eyes filled with frustration. "That's not enough, Ishan. I deserve the truth."

Trying to control his anger, Ishan stepped closer and grabbed her shoulders. "You’re my wife now, Mili. The past is the past. What matters is that you're here with me. Stop digging into things that don't concern you."

"But it does concern me! It's my life!" Mili shouted back, her voice trembling with emotion.

Ishan's eyes narrowed, his tone turning icy. "You think your life was better without me? You have no idea what I've done to bring you back. The sacrifices I've made. And now you stand here questioning me?"

Mili's frustration grew. "Ishan, you can't just control everything and expect me to be okay with it."

He leaned in closer, his voice a cold whisper. "I saved you from a life you don't even remember. You owe me everything. Don't forget that."

Mili's eyes filled with tears, but she didn't back down. "You can't force me to stay, Ishan. This isn't right."

In a sudden, impulsive move, he kissed her hard, trying to dominate her with his affection. Mili, shocked and hurt, pushed him away forcefully. "Don't touch me!"

Ishan staggered back, the pain of her rejection clear in his eyes. "You don't understand anything, do you? Everything I do is for you. But you just keep pushing me away."

"Because you're suffocating me!" Mili shouted. "I need to know the truth, Ishan. I can't live like this."

He looked at her with a mixture of anger and despair. "The truth won't change anything, Mili. You'll still be here, with me. Whether you like it or not."

Mili's voice softened, filled with sorrow. "Why can't you see that what you're doing is only making things worse?"

His expression hardened once more. "Enough. This conversation is over. You'll stay here and be my wife, and that's final."

He turned and stormed out of the room, leaving Mili standing there, her heart heavy with confusion and fear.

At the office, Ishan threw himself into work, trying to drown out the turmoil inside him. His thoughts kept drifting back to Mili, her accusations, and the coldness in her eyes. He felt as if he was losing her all over again, and the pain was almost unbearable.

In the office, Ishan sat at the head of a large conference table, surrounded by his team. The atmosphere was tense, the air thick with urgency. One of the team members spoke up, breaking the silence.