𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

Chapter - 16

If I had to choose between breathing and loving you, I would use my last breath to say, 'I love you.

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SIYA

The room was dimly lit, the faint glow from a single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The air was thick with tension, suffocating in its silence.

I stood near the door, my breath uneven as I watched him. He was seated in the center of the room, his hands resting on the armrests of the leather chair, fingers curling and uncurling as if trying to control something threatening to erupt from within him. 

His jaw was clenched, every muscle in his body coiled tight with restraint.

I knew I had made a mistake—a grave one. My heart pounded against my ribs, loud in the quiet, and the weight of the situation pressed down on my shoulders. 

But it was the look in his eyes that terrified me the most. Cold, calculating, and yet... furious. The kind of anger that could destroy everything if unleashed.

He hadn't spoken yet. He didn't need to. His silence was a weapon sharper than any words could ever be.

"I didn't mean for it to happen like this," I said, my voice barely more than a whisper, my eyes fixed on the floor.

His gaze didn't waver, cutting through me like a blade. He inhaled deeply, as if drawing in enough air to cool the fire raging inside him. The pause before he spoke felt like an eternity.

"When did you decide," he began, his voice low and dangerously calm, "that acting on your own was a good idea?"

I flinched at the steel in his tone. He wasn't yelling. No, it was much worse than that. He was too composed, too in control. And that control terrified me.

"I thought I could fix it..." I stammered, my words faltering under the weight of his scrutiny. "I didn't want to bother you with it. I—"

"Bother me?" he interrupted, his voice still eerily calm. He stood up slowly, every movement deliberate, as if measured to contain the fury beneath the surface. "You thought you were doing me a favor by hiding it? By making decisions that weren't yours to make?"

I took a step back instinctively, the distance between us suddenly feeling too small. I could feel the energy radiating from him, like standing too close to a storm just before it unleashed its fury. 

His eyes bore into mine, and for a moment,  I wished he would just shout, just let it out. Just like my father shouted at me. Anything would be better than this suffocating restraint.

"I didn't want you to be angry," I said, tears welling up in my eyes. But I knew the moment I said it that it was the wrong thing. His expression darkened further.

"Angry?" he echoed, his voice dropping to a dangerous whisper as he took another step toward me. "You didn't want me to be angry, so you thought lying, keeping secrets, Making someone else your husband, risking your life would somehow make this better?"

The tears spilled over now, and I shook my head. "No, I... I just wanted to fix it before you found out. I didn't want to disappoint you and I acted..."

He stopped right in front of me, towering over my smaller frame, his presence overwhelming. He stared down at me, the tension in his body barely contained. 

His hand reached out, and for a second, I thought he might lash out. But instead, he gently took My chin, forcing me to look up at him.

"Disappoint me?" His voice was cold, his grip firm but not painful. "You did far more than that."

I winced, my breath hitching as his words cut deep. He released me and stepped back, running a hand through his hair as if trying to calm himself down.

"Siya, nothing is more important than you" he said quietly, though the anger still simmered beneath the surface. "I need you to trust me. To trust that I can handle it. That I'll take care of you."

I nodded, guilt washing over me in waves. "I'm sorry. I didn't mean for it to get so out of control."

He looked at me for a long moment, then finally turned away, exhaling sharply as if releasing some of the tension that had been holding him captive. "You stood for yourself bacha. If you kill him I will never ask any questions but you risk your safety. How can you trust some Stranger? Vo to Mera dost th aagr koi or hota to."

[ He would have been my friend, if it had been someone else. ]

I thought he was angry at me. Because we create a big mess but he trusts me? He is hurt because I didn't call him when I needed him.

Without thinking twice I hugged him. His back was facing me. I was hugging his back. 

He let out shaky breath. "Sorry Jay, I thought you would blame me. But trust me he was the one who"

"Shhhh, no need to explain bachha. I know and I trust you. I want you to trust me and tell me when you need help" he stops me  with his finger on my lips.

I hugged him and cried my heart out. My parents always blame me for being an elder child. I am always neglected by my parents.

But today Digvijay trust warmed my heart. I know I should not believe any Stanger. But I did whatever I thought would be right that time.

"What did you say?" Suddenly he asked me, being shocked.

"What?" I asked him confused. "Abhi aapne hume kya pukara?" He desperately asked me. "Sorry?" I replied to him confused.

[  What did you call us just now? ]

Before he could say anything his call rang. He picked up. "I am coming" he spoke and cut the call.

Bus itni se baat kon karta hai. Me or Meera to Kai gante gappe marte hai

"Shrimati Ji, abhi to hum ja rhi hai lekin jaldi hai aap mujhe fir se apna keh kar jarur bulayengi".

[ Mrs., I am leaving now but it is early, you will definitely call me your own again. ]

He told me and left not before kissing on my forehead. I always felt uncomfortable around men but this man has something special.

I feel safe with him. My cheeks are burning. What is happening with me? Ahhhhhhhhhh what is happening with me yarrrr.

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