A Marriage of Vengeance

Chapter 5: She has a nice name

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The room's door burst open with a harsh push given by Sanvi. Collapsing on the bed, she hugged the pillow as tight as she could. She hid her face in its softness, and its softness mirrored her heart's. Warm and saline tears rolled down her smooth and milk white skin, dripping down on the pillow.

"I hate him," she whispered between her soft sobs. Each sob was careful of not reaching anyone's ear.

The world that was awfully beautiful for her turned into the one she never wanted to be a part of. She hates and hates it all.

"Only you, Sikha," her voice took an unexpected turn of hurt and anger,"if the matter didn't lead to you, I would never have thought of marrying. Not after this."

Her unnoticed tears continued to make their way out of her hazel brown eyes, perfectly shaped in almond pairs.

The night was darker, and the day wasn't any less. In the tranquility of night, no one was present who was all ears. In the day, all would roam around, but no one enough to trust.

After her heart turned a little lighter, her sobs faded away, and a deep slumber took her away in its peaceful embrace.

"Sanvi, open the door, please." Prashant called her out from the other side of the locked door.

Shivani offered her comfort to Prashant, her face distorted with sad grimace,"Talk to her tomorrow. Let her be alone for a while."

Prashant glanced at the door once more and sighed in defeat, his eyes holding lasitude from the world's cruelty. Without any further words, he walked away from there, followed by Shivani after him.

He stormed inside his room and threw himself upon the bed with a 'thud'. Shivani came after, and tears welled up in her eyes seeing Prashant in such a state. She moved forward and took a seat beside the exhausted figure on the bed.

"I promised Shreeja that I'll never let any of our kids even cry, and here, they all are scattered like dry leaves. Their lives are scattered. Their h-hearts are s-scattered," he cried, unable to hold back his pain and guilt. Shivani was listening to him attentively. His each word was tearing her heart apart.

"I failed my wife. I failed my kids. I failed you. I failed everyone, including me," his guilt growing with each second that passed. He looked up at Shivani, who was on the brink of tears by now.

"Because of m-my foolishness, your whole life got ruined. Because of me, you lost our s-son. My wife cried every night for months, and my kids cried, just because of me."

He kept blaming himself until all his energy drained away, and he couldn't keep walking up anymore. He slept, his face drenched with tears. Shivani tucked with the blanket, and herself fell asleep.

The thing she remembered before sleeping was the night that changed everything, the night that still has its effect on their lives.
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●Meanwhile●

Kartik entered inside his large mansion. As late as usual. The clock struck sharp 12 at the time. No one was awake till yet, but his mother was. She stood up and blocked his way.

"Where were you?" She questioned with concern.

"You don't need to worry about me, Maa. Go and sleep," Kartik smiled softly at her. It's a rare sight to see.

Kartik walked forward to the stairs until again her mother called him back,"Won't you eat dinner?"

"I don't have an appetite," he simply answered and walked up to his room, not wanting to be questioned any longer.