ᴍɪʜɪᴛʜᴀ-𝓗𝓲𝓼 𝓲𝓷𝓼𝓪𝓷𝓮𝓵𝔂 𝓸𝓫𝓼𝓮𝓼𝓼𝓲𝓸𝓷

chapter 29

AUTHOR's POV

It's been a week after the brothel's incident. He is more disturbed than ever. The passage of time only seemed to intensify Rudransh's inner turmoil. Each day marked a new chapter in the saga of his loneliness, a continuous battle with the yearning for connection. The yearning for Mihitha remained an unrelenting presence, gnawing at his heart despite the distance and the choices he had made. The memories of her lingered in his thoughts, haunting him with reminders of the depth of connection they once shared.The burden of loneliness grew with every passing day, Rudransh's emotions spiralling into an abyss of despair. Every fleeting connection he attempted to establish seemed to crumble like fragile embers against the cold void of his isolated existence. It was as if the universe conspired to leave him stranded in a perpetual state of yearning, tormented by the echoes of a connection that had inexplicably slipped through his grasp. In the dark recesses of his mind, the realisation dawned that the choices he had made led to a path of solitude and emptiness. It became a soul-crushing reality he desperately needed to escape.The yearning for Mihitha lingered like a haunting spectre, leaving Rudransh with an emptiness that no superficial encounter could truly ease. The choices he had made now seemed to tether him to a path of solitude, a labyrinth from which he couldn't find a way out. In the darkness of his thoughts, the realisation took root that he had woven a web of isolation, trapped within the confines of his own desires and fears. The desperation to escape the suffocating grip of loneliness weighed heavily upon him, driving him to seek solace in fleeting moments of distraction, momentarily dulling the sharp edges of his longing.Rudransh wrestled with the conflicting emotions churning within, torn between the allure of momentary pleasure and the deeper longing for genuine connection he once shared with wife.Though he desperately yearned for her. the void within his soul still cried out for her presence. The knowledge that her were just out of reach gnawed at him, a cruel reminder of the choices that had led him down a path of isolation. He felt trapped, caught between the desperate longing for something real and the hollow attempts to quench his desires with ephemeral encounters.The realisation that she was still there with his baby on her wombs,just within reach, struck Rudransh like a sharp knife to his chest. The pain was overwhelming, a haunting reminder of the connection he had lost. The longing intensified, mingling with a profound sense of regret and mourning for the bond he had broken. It was a bitter pill to swallow, the irony of her proximity, yet the chasm of distance that now separated them both.Unable to bear the pain of physical separation, Rudransh immersed himself in the only way he knew how watching her through the cold gaze of his CCTV cameras. The distance gnawed at his soul, but at least in the confines of his surveillance, he could glimpse of her presence in his home. Each moment captured on camera felt like a bittersweet symphony, the distance bridged by the invisible tether of his technological gaze.every time he saw her sitting alone in his home with her now grown up belly made her look complete but he noticed the void of happiness in her face through the sterile pixels of the CCTV cameras. The stark contrast between her once vibrant smile and the hollow expressions captured on screen gnawed at him. The lifeless eyes, the forced laughter, the empty interactions-all stood testament to the undeniable absence of joy that plagued her now.His eyes scanned her face, searching for the remnants of her laughter in these stark monochrome images. The vibrant warmth that once illuminated her smile now lay buried beneath the weight of sadness, leaving behind a mere hollow reflection on the screen. The stark contrast served as a painful reminder of the life that had been stolen from her, a cruel irony that haunted him in his solitude.he sat in front of the monitors, his heart heavy with longing. The vivid memories of her laughter haunted him, a stark contrast to the monochromatic shades of her visage, captured on the CCTV's lens. The vibrant hues of her joy seemed to have faded, replaced by the muted echoes of her current sorrow. The stark contrast between the living, breathing moments of the shared past and the cold, detached surveillance that now separated her echoed with a profound sense of loss, a cruel dance of memories and longing.
Rudransh found himself drowning in a sea of guilt. The more he observed Mihitha, the more he blamed himself for her misery. Each flicker of sadness that flashed across her face cut through him like a knife, intensifying the weight of his own responsibility. It was as if her loneliness had become an invisible chain, shackling both of them to a shared pain that resonated with every click of the monitor.With each silent tear that traced down Mihitha's cheek, Rudransh felt his own heart break a little more. The guilt gripped him, a relentless vice that tightened with each passing day. The weight of his perceived failures seemed insurmountable, suffocating him in a cycle of self-blame. He yearned for a moment of connection, but the reality of the situation remained cruelly fixed. The CCTV feed became a grim reminder of the lost connection, an unyielding mirror reflecting the consequences of his actions.
The stark contrast between her tears and her former laughter weighed heavily on him. His attempts to rationalise his actions seemed futile in the face of her grief. The cold surveillance only served as a cruel reminder of the connection shattered, leaving him trapped in a cycle of guilt and longing. The weight of responsibility grew heavier with each passing day, and he found himself drowning in a sea of regret, haunted by the memory of the laughter that once illuminated her face, now forever tainted with the stark reality of his own actions, leaving him ensnared in a relentless cycle of self-blame and yearning for a chance to make amends and return to the vibrant. The starting of third semester of her pregnancy period made her glow a little more but the void of happiness is still visible in her brown eyes.

As the darkness of night enveloped him, the cold light of the CCTV screen illuminated his face. The stark contrast only deepened his sense of isolation. Each tear that spilled down her face felt like a dagger twisting in his heart. In the depths of his despair, Rudransh grappled with the stark reality of his actions.he had inadvertently crafted a prison of despair for both of them.The stark absence of connection gnawed at his soul, feeding the relentless cycle of self-blame and longing to repair the fractured bond.He found solace only in the haunting embrace of solitude. As the darkness enveloped the lonely hours, he watched her tear-streaked face on the CCTV screen, a stark reminder of the shattered connection that haunted him. The stark absence of laughter, the chilling silence, amplified the profound sense of loss that consumed him. In the depths of despair, his actions seemed to have created an unforgiving labyrinth, leaving him ensnared in a relentless cycle of self-blame and a yearning to reconnect, to find a way back to the warmth that once enveloped their relationship.As she neared the seventh month of her pregnancy, Mihitha's once flat stomach was now rounded and swollen with the life she was carrying inside her. Her skin glowed radiantly, as if the life within her was shining through her, creating an ethereal beauty that was undeniable.