Rajas : Passion Unveiled

Chapter 69

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Ayansh's POV

"She passed out due to adrenaline let down. Give her the medicines and call me if you need anything", I nod affirmatively and Kaushik escorts Dr.Nanda out. I sit on the bed with a sigh as I listen to the sound of running water. Leaning my head in my hands I heave a deep sigh as my worry for Ishani outweighs my exhaustion. I cannot wipe the image of her from my mind. Her bruised neck. Red eyes. Her choked sobs. The fear in her eyes. But what rattled me was her vulnerability. The woman I saw today was not the woman I first met. I head to the wardrobe to grab a change of clothes. Ishani has not spoken a single word. Her only answers to the questions asked by the doctor was either a nod or shaking of her head. It was as if someone sucked the life right out of her.

Not someone. My fists clench. 

Lokesh khurana

The water is still running when I reach back into the bedroom. She has been in there too long. Changing clothes doesnt require this much time. "Ishani", I called out carefully. No response. My fingers close around the door knob. "Isha", I try again. This time the tap gets shut off. I take a deep breath. "Ishani are you alright?", I ask again but she does not respond and for the first time in my life, the silence in the room grates on my nerves. "Ishani I am going to come in ok?". Slowly, I twist the knob. 

The pounding of my heart ceases entirely as the imaginary hand grips it in a vice. I swallow the lump in my throat at the sight of her bruised neck. The hand twists, making my chest ache when I spot the dead look in her hollow eyes. I see some products lying scattered on the basin counter. Her face is cleared of the make up revealing the haunted look on her ashen face.

"Isha?", my whisper echoes in the bathroom. Her body trembles slightly as I stand behind her. My hands freeze above her shoulder and I look at her in the mirror, unsure whether to touch her or not. "Look at me", she does not budge even at my gentle tone, one that I rarely use. She keeps staring at her hands. "Look at me Ishani", I demand. My relief is short-lived as I get a response. She shakes her head negatively. I relax my fingers and exhale.

Her body tenses as I place my hands on her shoulders. Her breaths fall in quick succession and I rub her arms soothingly. "It's ok. It's just me", my attempts at consolation are poor at best when her knuckles turn white as her grip on the counter tightens. Her head hangs low and her hair covers her features. But the shaking of her shoulders and the soft sob that cracks my chest are a dead giveaway.

I lean forward and rest my forehead on the back of her head. "Shh. You're fine", I try and fail miserably as more sobs tumble out of her and her body shakes vigorously. My eyes fall close as I rub her arms. In this moment I feel so helpless because I don't know how to help her.

I don't know how to help the woman I've never seen break. I don't know how to help the woman who was not even deterred by the constant threats.

I don't know how to help the woman who did not back down even when her father was choking her. I don't know how to help the woman who remained stoic after receiving injuries from her father and yet couldn't stop blaming herself when she was sent Laksh's photos.