His dark obsession

30. Naira?

Samyuktika sat on the couch, absorbed in her novel, the soft aroma of coffee lingering in the air. Netra, her loyal maid and best friend, entered the room, balancing a steaming cup of her favorite brew.

“Here you go, Samyuktika,” Netra said, placing the mug on the table. “Just the way you like it.”

“Thanks, Netra,” Samyuktika replied, taking a sip and savoring the warmth. As she settled back into her book, she couldn’t shake the feeling that something was missing in her life. Curiosity piqued, she turned to Netra. “What do you think love is?”

Netra paused thoughtfully. “Love is that feeling that makes you feel alive, like you can conquer the world. It’s the connection you have with someone who truly understands you.”

Samyuktika considered her words. She had begun to feel something special for Ekansh, something deeper than mere obligation. But would he ever let her in?

Just then, the doorbell rang, pulling her from her thoughts. “I’ll get it,” Netra said, moving to answer.

As the door swung open, Naira stepped in, her presence commanding the room. Samyuktika felt a wave of uncertainty wash over her. She hadn’t been prepared for this.

“Hi! I’m Naira,” the woman said with a bright smile, extending her hand. “I’m Ekansh’s childhood best friend.”

Samyuktika hesitated before shaking Naira’s hand. “Nice to meet you. I’m Samyuktika, Ekansh’s wife.”

Naira’s smile widened, but Samyuktika couldn’t help but notice a flicker of surprise in her eyes. “Oh! It’s great to finally meet you. Ekansh has mentioned you.”

Samyuktika felt her stomach twist. Mentioned me? She recalled how long it had taken Ekansh to open up about himself. Naira, on the other hand, seemed to slip into his life effortlessly.

As they chatted, Samyuktika studied Naira. She exuded confidence, a quality that made Samyuktika feel suddenly small. Ekansh can talk to her so easily, she thought, frustration bubbling beneath the surface. Why is it so hard for him to do the same with me?

Naira laughed, sharing stories from their childhood, and Samyuktika felt a mix of admiration and jealousy. It was clear they had a bond that ran deep, one that she yearned for with Ekansh.

As the conversation flowed, Samyuktika realized that she had to find a way to express her feelings for Ekansh, to bridge the gap that made her feel so distant. But with Naira here, she couldn’t help but feel overshadowed.

I have to be brave, she told herself, her resolve hardening. I deserve to be part of his world, too.

Just then, Samyuktika noticed Naira glancing toward the door, waiting for Ekansh’s arrival. The anticipation was palpable, and Samyuktika's heart raced at the thought of finally having the chance to confess what had been building inside her.

As the conversation flowed, Samyuktika felt the need to break the ice and assert herself. With a polite smile, she turned to Naira. “Would you like something to drink? I can make you some coffee or tea.”

Naira’s eyes sparkled with interest. “Oh, coffee sounds lovely! I’ve heard you make a great cup.”

Samyuktika felt a flicker of pride. “It’s one of my favorites. I’ll be right back.” She stood up, eager to create a moment of normalcy despite the underlying tension in the room.

As she walked to the kitchen, she couldn’t help but think about the dynamic between herself and Naira. What is it about her? Samyuktika wondered. She seems so effortlessly connected to Ekansh.

In the kitchen, she busied herself with the coffee, trying to shake off her insecurities. Focus on the positive, she reminded herself. This is an opportunity to get to know Ekansh’s past, and maybe even Naira as a friend.

After a few minutes, she returned to the living room with two steaming cups. “Here you go,” she said, handing one to Naira.

“Thank you! This smells amazing,” Naira said, taking a sip. “You really do make a great cup of coffee.”

Samyuktika smiled, feeling a bit more at ease. “I’m glad you like it. So, how do you and Ekansh know each other?” she asked, hoping to steer the conversation toward familiar territory.

“Oh, we grew up together,” Naira replied, her voice brightening. “We were inseparable as kids. I used to spend so much time at their house, especially after… well, after things changed for him.” Her tone shifted slightly, the mention of Ekansh's past casting a shadow over her words.

Samyuktika felt a pang of curiosity mixed with apprehension. “Things changed?” she asked, gently prodding for more information.

Naira hesitated, her eyes flickering with a mix of nostalgia and sorrow. “After his mother passed away. It really affected him, and I wanted to be there for him. He was so hurt.”

Samyuktika's heart tightened at the thought of Ekansh’s pain. She felt an overwhelming urge to understand him better. “It must have been tough for both of you,” she said softly.

“It was. But I always believed he would find happiness again,” Naira replied, a hint of longing in her voice. Samyuktika sensed that there was more beneath the surface, and the tension between them grew thicker.

As they continued to chat, Samyuktika made a silent promise to herself: she would find a way to connect with Ekansh, to show him that she could be the one he turned to, just like Naira had been.

As the conversation flowed, Naira felt a growing heaviness in her chest. While she maintained her cheerful facade, the reality of the situation loomed over her like a dark cloud. After a few minutes, she excused herself. “I need to freshen up,” she said, forcing a smile before heading toward the guest room.

Once inside, the door clicked shut behind her, and the momentary relief of solitude hit her hard. Naira leaned against the wall, closing her eyes as tears welled up. How did it come to this? she thought, her heart aching at the sight of Ekansh’s life with someone else.

She had always harbored feelings for him, feelings that had blossomed during their childhood. Even now, she could remember the way he laughed, how he had been her anchor during the tumultuous times after his mother’s passing. But seeing him with Samyuktika, the woman who had taken a place she had once imagined for herself, was almost unbearable.

He’s married now, she reminded herself, frustration mingling with sorrow. He’s moved on, and I should too. But the thought felt like a betrayal to her heart. Naira wiped her tears, taking a deep breath to compose herself. She had come here to support Ekansh, to remind him of their shared past, but all it did was reopen old wounds.

Sinking onto the edge of the bed, she couldn’t shake the feeling of loss. She had hoped that their bond would always mean something, but now it felt like a distant memory, overshadowed by the reality of Samyuktika’s presence. The jealousy coursing through her was raw and unyielding. She wanted to be happy for him, but the ache in her chest made it difficult.

After a moment, she steeled herself. I can’t let this show, she thought, wiping her tears one last time. She had to be strong—not just for herself, but for Ekansh. She needed to keep the past in the past, even if it meant suppressing her feelings.

Taking a deep breath, Naira rose from the bed, determined to put on a brave face. She would not let Samyuktika see her pain, nor would she let her own heartache interfere with what Ekansh needed.

Stepping out of the guest room, she prepared herself to join them again, hoping to mask the turmoil inside with a smile. But deep down, she knew the battle between her heart and reality had only just begun

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