Ruthlessly Yours ( Put On Hold )

Chapter 9 : No one allowed to care

Hello readers thank you for waiting . Sorry for breaking my promise to update within 3days . I'm extremely sorry . Hope you like this chapter .

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As Meher and Vikram slumbered peacefully, a profound realization dawned on Meher. She understood that she wasn’t the only one carrying emotional scars. Vikram, too, had endured his share of trials and tribulations, weathering storms that would have broken a lesser person. Yet, he stood resilient, his strength and courage in the face of adversity earning Meher’s deepest respect and admiration.

Vikram’s eyes opened to a new truth . As he realized that there existed women like Meher- successful, yet humble and kind; women who looked beyond the surface, seeing the depth of a person’s soul. Meher’s unwavering acceptance of his disability had touched his heart, shattering his doubts about finding someone who truly understood him.
The next morning, Meher woke up feeling refreshed and renewed, ready to take on the day and continue her investigation. Vikram, too, woke up with a spring in his step, feeling grateful for last night .

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Meher sat down at the breakfast table, her morning freshness palpable. Prashant approached her, his voice cheerful. “Good morning, my dear.”
Meher’s expression turned icy, her irritation evident. She didn’t respond.

Undeterred, Prashant tried again. “Good morning, darling. It’s time we discussed some important matters.”
Meher’s curiosity got the better of her. “What matters?”

“Our future, together,” Prashant replied, his eyes sparkling with excitement. “Our marriage, and our move to Canada.”

Meher’s face contorted in outrage. She slammed her fist on the table, making the dishes rattle. “Are you out of your mind, Prashant? I’m not some IT professional or corporate drone. I serve my country. You’re asking me to abandon my duty, my passion, for a life in Canada with you?”

Her voice rose, trembling with indignation. “You must be joking. I’ll never marry you, Prashant. Never.”

Meher’s voice dripped with venom. “Maybe you’ve forgotten, but I haven’t. You’re my brother-in-law, and my sister is dead. You killed her, Prashant. Not directly, perhaps, but your actions led to her demise.”

Prashant’s eyes widened in protest. “That’s not true, Meher!”

Meher’s laughter was laced with bitterness. “Oh, really? I know exactly what transpired within these walls. Don’t try to provoke me, Prashant. I see right through you.”

Prashant’s smile twisted into a malevolent grin. “I know you’re angry now, Meher, but you’ll come to realize that this is the best decision your father made for you.”

Meher’s eyes blazed with determination. “I’ll prove him and you wrong. I’ll leave this cursed house soon.”

Prashant’s shock was palpable. “What? This is your father’s home!”

Meher’s voice rose in defiance. “Then what are you doing here? Still lurking around after my sister’s passing?”
Prashant’s tone turned condescending. “I’m here to take care of you, Meher.”

Meher’s scorn was evident. “Me? You think I need your care? I’ve taken care of this entire city, you jerk! Ugh, I hate mornings like this, where I have to face your smug face.”

With that, Meher stormed out of the room, leaving her breakfast untouched. She snatched her bike keys and exited the house, leaving Prashant’s stunned expression behind.

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Vikram walked into the restaurant, his cane sweeping the floor ahead of him. He stopped at Binod's table, his ears tuning in to the familiar sound of his friend's voice.