𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐑𝐄

Chapter - 21

Tears come from the heart and not from the brain

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AUTHOR’s POV

The rain was unrelenting, coming down in sheets, turning the pavement beneath her feet into a slick, treacherous surface. Siya doesn't care. 

She ran as fast as she could, the icy droplets soaking through her clothes, sticking her hair to her skin. Her chest heaved with every breath, but the pain in her lungs was nothing compared to the ache in her heart.

But the rain kept falling, cold and relentless. Just like the memories. Just like the guilt.

On other hand Siya's parents were searching for her everywhere but they couldn't find her.

They were worried about her because she was not in her right mind to know what is right and wrong.

Suddenly, the door burst opened and Digvijay came inside. He was fuming in anger, his aura was dark which can make anybody shiver.

“Where is My Wife?” He asked them, his voice was dark.

Nobody said anything because they did not know where she was? 

Looking at their head down he was about to stomp out from the house but stopped.

“Jiju please find her. She needs you. Please jiju” he didn't turn back just went away after listening to kashish words.

He was cursing himself for leaving her alone but he can't let her leave him. No matter what. Not now, not ever. She is his and he will find her.

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She didn’t notice the headlights behind her. She didn’t hear the car door slam or the sound of hurried footsteps splashing through puddles until a familiar voice cut through the storm.

"Siya! Stop!"

No. Not him. Not now.

She kept running, ignoring the panic rising in her chest. But then strong hands grabbed her arms, pulling her back before she could stumble any further. 

She struggled, trying to twist free, but he wouldn’t let go.

“Let me go, Digvijay!” she shouted, her voice breaking. "I can't do this right now!"

Digvijay’s grip tightened, his soaked hair clinging to his forehead, his eyes wild with concern. “I'm not leaving you out here like this. Talk to me.”

“There’s nothing to talk about!” Siya's voice cracked, and she fought harder, her fists weakly beating against his chest. The rain had numbed her fingers, but not the anger. Not hurt.

Digvijay stood firm, holding her in place, unflinching as her punches grew feebler, her sobs louder. 

He searched her face, seeing more than just the anger—seeing the fear, the pain she tried so hard to bury.

“Stop!” she cried again, but her body betrayed her. She was too tired. Too cold. She slumped against him, the fight draining from her limbs as her sobs overtook her. “Just... leave me.”

“Never.”

Without warning, Digvijay cupped her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the rain—or were those tears?—from her cheeks. Before she could say another word, before she could protest, he kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It was desperate, fierce, and raw, like two storms colliding. His lips pressed against hers, drowning out the rain, the world, everything but the two of them.