Aditya Singhania,
a well known name in the tech company. This 25 year old guy had ruled the tech industry by developing his self-built company at an young age Aditya is the owner of india richest tech company, A.Stechs. His personality maintains a...
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Arya's POV: I engulfed my husband in a tight hug. He went on live television himself just to clear the accusations. I had never seen this side of Aditya, I had never seen him so furious. "Thank you." I whispered again in a low voice. I felt a surge of gratitude directed towards him even though thousands of unspoken negative thoughts flooded through my mind causing unnecessary chaos. "Can I ask you something?" I spoke as he ran his hand through my hair gently. "Go ahead." "Just for a moment, did you-like...uhm suspect me? Just a little bit that I might be with you for your money or a deal?" Hesitation surged within me. "Never. I trust you with all my heart Arya, my love for you is beyond limits and I would gladly cross each and every boundary to protect you even if it makes me the villain of someone's life. You mean everything to me Arya, your darkness lit the sunlight within me and I wish if I ever loose you that might be my death but if I ever hurt you I want you to shoot me here," he points to his heart. "If you don't then I would myself because I can't bear the pain of losing you by making you suffer." Tears welled up in my eyes. "I fucking chose to love you, Arya singhania and by all I mean I will cross all the limits it takes to make you stay by my side forever." "Aditya, T..thank you." a choke escapes my throat as those few words escape my mouth. Thank you so much Aditya, how can you be so perfect? It feels like it's all a dream, an illusion. I am not lovable Aditya but you proved me wrong, if I could I would hand the entire world to you just to have you by my side forever and even if you hurt me I would forgive you because for a fact I know you can't hurt me. I love you so much. I wish to share all my grief with you, but I just need a little more time, a little more trust. "I should thank you, you should thank me." He says. "It's almost midnight, should we sleep?" I ask him. "Ofcourse chèrie." ིྀ ིྀ ིྀ My eyes flutter open I turn to my side to find it empty. Did Aditya leave already? He won't leave without telling me. I sit up on the bed and turn on the little lamp on the side table. Only to see a guy sitting on the corner of Aditya's side with his head bowed down. What the hell? That isn't Aditya for sure. "Who the hell are you?" I try to scream but my voice comes whisper as the guy looks up. Those hazel eyes which haunt me forever. My face turns pale, and I feel numb and paralyzed. T-this can't be true. My body starts trembling from fear, tears welled up in my eyes. "V-varun?" My voice barely whisper. P-please, t-this can't be true. He moves towards me. "Did you miss your master, little bird?" His voice comes out husky. "Y-you're not r-real..." it feels as if someone has snatched my soul from my body. I feel lifeless and helpless. I-I....i need Aditya. "I may not be, but I'll be soon." Tears stream down my face as I try to move backwards falling on the ground. "P-p...please l-leave." Sobs escape my mouth as he comes closer trapping me between his arms. "I'll leave today bird but I'll return for you, you're my possession and not even Aditya singhania can save you." His hand captures my throat choking me on air. He lifts me by his hand on my throat choking the life out of me. My body trembles with fear, the ache in my chest. It feels like someone is hammering my heart. "V...varun-p-please I will....d-...die..." words barely make it out of me as I beg him. A-aditya? Where are you...? Aditya I need you. Aditya please come to me. Save me. I need you. "Tsk do you I'll let you die so easily?" He chuckles like a psychopath. "M-mas....master p-please" I cry out loudly as he grabs my throat tighter. I can't die. Not now. Not when I have everything. This is fake. He's playing games with your mind Arya. I-I need-everything goes black.
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Aditya's POV: I stepped out of the bathroom to find Arya on the ground? Her hand on her throat? What the fuck? I rushed over to her, she screams. What the hell is going on? "V...varun-p-please I will....d-...die..." she begs. Who the hell is this varun? I shake her shoulders trying to get her out of her hallucination? Nightmare? Illusion? "Arya!" I scream shaking her shoulders more violently. Is...she h-having a panic attack? No a panic attack isn't this bad. My heart pounded rapidly, and a wave of panic surged through me, overwhelming my senses and leaving me breathless. The sudden rush of adrenaline made everything feel intensely urgent and disorienting. I cupped her cheek as tears streamed down her face while she just begged some varun. "Arya? Sweetheart please breathe! Arya!" "M-mas....master p-please" she cries out loudly grabbing her throat tight. Master? What the fuck? Guilt overwhelmed me as I witnessed the pain etched on my wife's face. It was unbearable to see her in such distress, her tears a stark reminder of the gravity of our situation. I felt an intense urge to comfort her, to alleviate her pain. I harshly remove her hand from her throat before she hurts herself. More tears stream down her face as she collapses in my hands. Whats up with her? What are you hiding from me my love? "Arya, please wake up!" I pat her tear stained cheeks. I carry her to the bed in bridal style and grab my phone to call a doctor. Does she not trust me enough after everything? Maybe she just needs some time. Varun.master. Who is this fucker varun? Confusion surges through me, a wave that crashes against the shores of my thoughts. What is Arya hiding from me? I felt a pang of hurt in my chest—sharp and unexpected. Does she still not trust me after last night? My heart aches at her condition, the way she looks vulnerable and hurt. The weight of her emotions was palpable, as if the world around her had dimmed in response to her inner turmoil. Am I not providing her the solace she's yearning for?. Is it something I did, a word I spoke that lingered too long? The uncertainty gnaws at me, each moment stretching like an eternity as I wrestle with my thoughts. I yearn for clarity, for her to share whatever weighs on her soul. But I also know that trust is a fragile thing, easily broken and painstakingly rebuilt. I want to be the safe harbor she can turn to, not the storm that drives her further into herself. As I watch her, a flicker of determination ignites within me. I must find a way to reach her, to show her that my heart is open and ready to embrace whatever she's carrying. My daze of thoughts was interrupted by a knock on our door. It must be the doctor, I quickly opened the door and let the lady doctor in. "Mr.singhania, what seems to be the problem?" "My wife..she-she was having some sort of panic attack or something." I tried to explain. "Can you try to tell me a bit briefly?" The doctor asks glancing at Arya. "She was having trouble breathing, her face was numb and pale, her expression terrified, it was like she wasn't asleep by her body but asleep by her brain like she was having some kind of last episodes or nightmares." The doctor nods. "Hallucinations." "There might've been a recent event which could've triggered her mind causing hallucinations from the past." The doctor confirms as she walks over to Arya. She checks her pulse and her forehead, she takes out a notepad and pen scribbling something on the sheet,tears it apart and hands it to me. "It seems like she's fine right now she'll wake up soon, but the panic has caused a fever so these are the medicines." She says. "Thank you," I nod at her as she leaves. I glance over to Arya, a pang of guilt surging through me. Did I not try hard enough for her to open up? For her to notice that I'll be by her side? Her eyes slightly fluttered open making me rush towards her, "Are you okay?" I asked as she stared at me with a confused expression. "What happened?" She asked, her voice groggy. Does she not remember anything? "Do you remember what happened?" Confusion masked her face as I asked. "I-uhm-woke up and didn't find you by my side then I think I slept again?" She says. She doesn't remember anything. "Yea probably but you were having a fever so I called the doctor." I lied. "Oh, probably that's why my throat hurts." She says. Your throat hurts because you were choking yourself. Break your walls Arya, open up to me. Trust me like I am trusting you. "Yes, are you feeling better?" She simply nods but suddenly her eyes widened as she remembers sometimes before I could even react she masks her expression with a smile. Stop hiding your fears and anguish, I hope you don't betray me Arya.
