Enchanted melody of our hearts

🌌👤FACING THE CHAOS-CHAPTER-52

Third pov:

Meera's face was etched in shock, a deep, horrified realization dawning as she listened to Parthasarathy's twisted words. The more he spoke, the more his true, toxic nature seeped through. This wasn't just a broken man; this was a dangerously manipulative one, hiding behind a mask of simplicity.

"What... what are you planning to do now?" she asked slowly, barely keeping her voice steady. He gave a sinister smile, leaning closer.

"Oh, that's easy," he murmured. "I know Adrian will come for you—he always does. But this time, he won't leave alive. My men outnumber his, and when they're through, he'll be gone, along with anyone else he brings. I know he brought fewer guards here because he thought Burlington was safe for you." His gaze drifted down to her stomach, his expression darkening, and his tone dropped. "After that, I'll make sure you're not burdened by this...thing. You won't need that bastard's child."

Something snapped inside Meera. Her hand moved before she even realized, slapping Partha's cheek with all her strength. Her voice was sharp, "How dare you talk like that? Do you think I'd ever let you do this? I'll never love you, Parthasarathy. Never. This is my baby, and Adrian is the only man I love!"

Partha's smile faded, and a dark look crossed his face. Her words had hit him, every sentence tearing through his delusion like a knife. His hands fisted, his whole body shaking as he fought to control his anger. His voice, now dangerously low, trembled as he said, "Meera, don't speak to me like that."

She didn't stop. Her anger only grew, fueled by love for her unborn child and Adrian.

"Coward," she spat, her voice defiant. "You're a coward—a pathetic coward who hides behind lies and schemes because you're too weak to face the truth!"

His anger erupted. Parthasarathy lunged, his hand closing around her throat, squeezing just enough to make her gasp for breath. Meera gasped, clawing at Partha's hand as it tightened around her throat, the room blurring around her. She struggled against him, every fiber of her being fighting for the life of her unborn child and her own.

Partha's grip suddenly loosened, his eyes flickering with an unsettling mix of fury and affection. He released her as though shaken by what he'd done, reaching out to touch her cheek "Look what you made me do,"  his tone suddenly soft, almost pleading. "If you'd just accept me, Meera, we wouldn't have to go through all this. I can be the man you need, I promise."

Her breathing was ragged, the bruises forming on her throat throbbing with each pulse. She backed away, pressing herself against the wall, but Partha followed.

"You're in pain, aren't you?" he whispered, his fingers reaching to tuck a strand of hair behind her ear. "I'm sorry, Meera. I only want you safe. With me. Adrian doesn't deserve you. He never did."

Meera's heart pounded, anger and defiance flickering to life despite the pain. She clenched her fists, biting back words of disgust, knowing they would only provoke him further. Suddenly, a faint sound reached her ears—a distant commotion outside, muffled voices, hurried footsteps.

Partha's eyes flicked toward the door, and his expression changed. He turned back to Meera, his lips pulling into a possessive smile. "See, Meera, even if anyone comes, it's too late. You're mine. No one can take you from me."

But the sounds grew louder, unmistakable now, the voices of guards barking orders, and then a sharp crash echoed from the hallway. Partha's face hardened as the noise became impossible to ignore. His eyes darted back to Meera, narrowing with the realization that his plans might be slipping from his grasp.

"Don't think this changes anything," he hissed, grabbing her by the shoulders. "You're coming with me. Now."

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