Chapter-35 [An Argument?]

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SIDDHARTH'S POV

"The fire at my clinic wasn't an accident."

My heart stilled for a moment, everything fell silent. The crack in Myra's voice creeped to me till it slit my chest. How did she find out? Whatever that way was, it didn't go well with her, as expected.

The room felt small like a box filled with a pulsating tension pulling my insides away.

Shit! This isn't how it was supposed to be..

Myra stood at a three step distance from me yet I could still feel her heavy breaths crawling under my skin. A turbulence hid under her glossy eyes, looking at me with disdain. Something inside my twisted painfully.

We stood in a random empty room. The door was locked, blocking the loud shrieking of our family's celebration. A celebration that was meant for us, but here we were standing at the very edge with the dead weight of unspoken words taking a toll on us.

My silence only seemed to be pricking her even more. A sniff left her mouth despite all those tries of her to keep it in. My eyes dipped down, I would never be strong enough to look at her whilst she shed tears.

"It was an attack, Siddharth!" The current in the air ran higher. Myra's voice rose the highest I had ever heard. "You didn't tell me, I deserved to know."

Her voice cracked at the end. A faint cry snapped out of her. At the same moment, something clawed my heart, squeezing the life out of it.

My fist and eyes both clenched
simultaneously as she marched towards me until her trembling breath fanned over my neck.

The back of my throat burned, the saliva I gulped down felt like acid. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't gather enough courage to match her disapproving gaze.

I wasn't supposed to disappoint anyone, at least not her but here we were. Myra stood merely inches away from me yet I had never felt the lack of her warmth to this extent that my blood felt like it was freezing.

"Look at me." Myra's fist curled around my collar as she tugged on it, pushing me forward. I finally lifted my eyes up to look at her. Wrong move, my brain screamed.

I loathed the world the moment tears gathered at the brim of her eyes, threatening to fall and if they did, my soul would crumble down with them.

"It was my clinic, my dream, everything-" A look of betrayal glistened in her eyes, those orbs which weren't supposed to feel even a trace of pain.

How would I feel if someone attacked my company and I had no idea? Definitely not good.

"Someone attacked that place and I had no idea. Why? Why didn't you tell me?" Her fist banged my chest, the bangles adorning her wrist clinked together.

It was supposed to be a melodious sound but in that hell of a moment, that sound mirrored the scattering of everything around me. Each word stabbed me, like a sharp dagger straight to my chest.

The entrenched pain and betrayal underlying her angry tone acted like salt to the wounds her tears left on me.

"I didn't want to make you worry." It must have sounded like the most stupid answer to her at that time but that was the simplest way I could word those unsettling emotions storming inside my chest.

A bitter chuckle, full of contempt, echoed in the room. The walls turned gloomy. I had no idea a simple laugh could also have the power to twist my gut in such an insufferable way.

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