Not letting you Free

11

"He dozed off," Rahul said, cradling our son, Rudra, whose peaceful slumber seemed a cruel contrast to the storm raging inside me. He smiled softly, placing a tender kiss on Rudra's chubby hand, a gesture that once melted my heart but now only fueled my resentment.

"You must be tired too. Let's take him to the room," he suggested, as if oblivious to the turmoil between us. Did he really think I would stay here?

"Room?" I echoed, my eyebrows knitting together in disbelief.

"Yes, I've cleaned the room upstairs you used to like," he explained. He meant our room. Wow! I was astounded that he's not sharing it with Ria. That thought crippled me inside.

"You said it right. I used to," I replied, shaking my head in disapproval.

"Don't start again," he said calmly.

"I'm not starting anything. I just want to leave, so you can enjoy your night with your mistress without interruption." If my words could play knife, I wanted to squeeze it into his heart.

"Stop throwing venom every time. Can't we talk like normal people?" A brutal smile spread on my lips.

"Normal? Spending a night under the same roof where my husband fucks his mistress? No, Mr. Raichand, I don't do that normal." My tone turned harder, and the entire rage took over me.

"It could have been normal if you had agreed to a divorce. It's on you," Rahul retorted with the same passion.

"Yeah, all is on me. You're just a victim in this, aren't you?" His expression softened, and he gently put Rudra on the couch, covering him with a cushion. He turned towards me, his eyes compelling me to stare back into them. Time froze, and I inhaled a sharp breath. His closeness terrified me most horrifically. I lost my senses inhaling his cologne. His finger slowly caressed my cheek, and I struggled not to lean into his palm. My heartbeats created havoc in my chest, and I forgot to breathe until his lips moved.

"I am no victim or innocent either, but I am not an antagonist of your life. Let go of this hatred. It's not helping, and most importantly, it isn't good for our son. It's time to let go of things and move forward." I burst into giggles, the bewildered expression on his face amused me.

"You almost got me. I forgot how good a manipulator you are. Do you think your sweet talk will change my mind?" My eyes welled with pain, and jerking his hand from my face, I walked towards my son. Before I could hold my son, Rahul grabbed my arm, causing me to lose my footing and hit directly against his chest. Rahul held my waist tightly before I could lose my balance. My hand squeezed his shirt, and I shut my eyes in fear of falling, but his breath tickled my face.

"Are you okay?" His voice thickened with unknown emotion; he seemed affected just like me. Slowly opening my eyes, I dared to look at his face. He gulped his words while fixing his intense eyes on me.

"What the hell is going on?" We both startled by Ria's voice. I was frightened by the thought that he would pull his arms away, causing me to fall to the ground. Surprisingly, he didn't do that. He steadied me gently and then made a distance between us.

"Nothing," he responded to Ria with a serious look.

I was stunned to see Ria calm down at his words. She didn't make a big ruckus, unlike me.

"The room is ready. They can rest," Ria announced in a rigid voice.

"No, they are going," I answered, throwing an ugly glare at Rahul.

"It's not safe to drive back alone," Rahul yelled, losing his calm.

"We have been doing this for a long time. We don't need your concern," I said, not letting him intimidate me.