Aditya and Rohini are forced to marry each other due to a promise made for the business. They are enemies... Let's See how love blooms between them and they start to fall in love with each other, Overcoming their past.
Aditya: Rude and cold person...
Today I am meeting Kritika, a good school friend of mine at a cafe. I took a half day and drove there. I am wearing a pink shirt and white pants. Things have been going pretty well for me and Aditya, we have become good friends. And I have started to like him.
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My grip tightened on the coffee cup as I waited for Kritika in the quiet corner of the café.
But just as I was about to have a sip, a shadow fell across my table. Looking up, and my stomach sank. Flashbacks started coming.
Ansh stood there, hands in his pockets, that all-too-familiar smirk on his face.
"Long time, no see, Rohini."I felt my pulse quicken, a mix of anger and unease brewing inside me.
"What do you want, Ansh?" Her voice was steady, but my fingers trembled slightly as I placed the cup back on the table.
He slid into the seat across from her uninvited, eyes scanning her with the same predatory gaze that had once made her feel seen—but now just made her skin crawl.
"I was just thinking about some old memories," he said, his tone casual, though his eyes held a glint that she knew meant trouble.
"You know, the ones you might not want anyone else seeing."My stomach dropped.
I knew exactly what he meant—those pictures and videos he'd taken without my consent, the ones he'd promised afterward were "just for him."
I took a steadying breath, refusing to let him see my fear.
"What are you getting at, Ansh?"
He leaned forward, lowering his voice.
"Just reminding you, Rohini. Those photos? Still got them. It'd be a shame if they slipped out, you know? I'd hate for anyone else to see you like that. Especially your fiance? What if I show him or rather send him these pictures?"
I felt anger rise within her, but what if Aditya just like her parents believed Ansh more than her?
"Is that supposed to scare me? You've already done enough damage, Ansh. But I'm not going to let you control me anymore." I said mustering all the courage I could at that moment.
He raised an eyebrow, clearly amused. "Oh, I'm not here to scare you, babe," he drawled. "Just letting you know. Thought you'd want to keep our little secrets... just that. Secrets."
My heart pounded, but I kept my expression calm.
"Do what you want, Ansh. But I'm not that girl anymore, and I'm not afraid of you." I stood up, grabbing my things and leveling him with a steady gaze. "You can't hurt me now."
Without waiting for a response, I walked away, heart pounding, head held high. I could feel the anxiety, the fear, and the stress that I felt eight years ago coming back.
Aditya's POV:
I rushed into our apartment, loosening my tie, feeling the weight of a long day finally starting to lift. All I wanted was to unwind with Rohini, just like every day. It has become a habit to come from work and talk to her.
But as I stepped into her bedroom to ask her what would she be eating for dinner, a wave of dread froze me in place.
There she was, huddled in the corner by the bed, her knees drawn up to her chest, hands gripping her temples. She didn't seem to notice me. Her breath was fast, and shallow, her face pale and glistening with sweat.
"Rohini?" I whispered, barely able to get the word out. I took a tentative step toward her, my heart racing. I'd seen her anxious before, but never like this.
I knelt beside her, careful not to touch her too quickly, terrified of making it worse.
"Rohini, it's me. I'm here. Can you hear me?" My voice was barely steady, trying to reassure her even though panic clawed at my chest. She didn't respond.
Her gaze was fixed somewhere far off, locked in a terror I couldn't reach. I didn't know what else to do. I kept whispering her name, my hand hovering inches from hers, just desperate for her to look at me.
And then, in a sharp, terrifying second, her breath hitched and her eyes fluttered shut. She slumped forward, her body limp.
"Rohini!" I shouted, my hands trembling as I reached for her, pressing my fingers gently to her neck, relieved to feel her pulse steady beneath my touch. She'd fainted, but it felt like the ground had slipped out from under me.
Grabbing my phone, I called the doctor, stumbling over the words, unable to calm the panic in my voice. All I knew was that she needed help—and fast.
I sat there with her in the minutes that felt like hours, brushing my fingers over her hand, brushing back her hair, murmuring soft reassurances she couldn't hear. My mind raced, churning with worry. She was always the strong one, the one who kept it together.What could have pushed her to this? What had I missed?
Finally, the doctor arrived, his calm presence grounding me just enough. I stepped back as he examined her, waiting on every word, barely breathing. His diagnosis echoed in my mind: a severe panic attack.
The doctor advised me to keep an eye on her through the night, to let her rest, and not overwhelm her if she woke.
After he left, I gently helped her into bed, as if she might shatter at any sudden movement. I pulled a chair up right beside her and refused to leave her side, not even for a moment. I watched her sleep, my eyes tracking every gentle rise and fall of her chest, her features soft in the dim light of dawn.
As I sat there, I replayed everything, searching my memory, desperate to understand what could've led her to this. The sheer terror I'd seen in her eyes... I'll never forget it. Whatever haunted her, whatever had dragged her into this dark place—I needed to know, and I needed to help. I wasn't going to let her go through this alone.
When she finally stirred, her eyes opening slowly, I took a deep breath, willing myself to stay calm, to be whatever she needed me to be right now. I reached for her hand, my fingers gently brushing over hers as she looked up at me, confusion and fear clouding her gaze.
"Rohini," I murmured, brushing a strand of hair from her face, my heart aching at the vulnerability in her eyes. "I'm here. Whenever you're ready to talk, I'll be right here."
"Aa-aadit--ya" She spoke trying to sit up.
"Just lie down," I said
"I wanna tell you something, remember I told you the day our marriage was fixed." She said her voice weak.
"Not now, You are already weak. We will definitely talk about this tomorrow." I said and made her sleep.
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