Ajeeb Dastan Hai Yeh (Completed)

Chapter 109 Angry

Manvi stepped into the bedroom, her gaze searching for Aarav. Noticing his absence, she was about to call for him when the faint sound of water drew her attention outside. Walking toward the source, she paused by the pool and saw him emerging from the water, droplets glistening on his toned upper body as he moved with a calm, quiet confidence. She couldn't help but stare, her heart skipping a beat. "Manvi, control," she thought, forcing herself to look away, embarrassed at her own reaction.

Aarav, however, seemed unaffected as he wrapped a towel around his waist, barely sparing her a glance as he walked past her. His indifferent demeanor took her by surprise. She'd expected at least a nod, but instead, he'd avoided her completely. Frowning, she followed him back inside.

He rummaged through his wardrobe, pulling out a pair of trousers and a plain t-shirt. Manvi cleared her throat, hoping to draw his attention, but he simply walked over to the medicine box, took out a bottle of cough syrup, and handed it to her without a word. "Peelo isey," he said tersely before turning away, making his way to the bed where he laid down, his back facing her.

Feeling a mix of irritation and hurt, Manvi placed the untouched syrup bottle down and approached the bed, her patience thinning. "Aap mujhe ignore kyun kar rahe hain?" she asked, her voice laced with a quiet frustration. "Maine kiya kya hai?"

There was a pause. Aarav lay still, his face turned away, his silence thick with a tension she couldn't decipher. Her heart ached as she waited, hoping for an answer, a glance, something that would tell her what had driven this wall between them.

Manvi felt a knot tighten in her chest as she gently turned Aarav to face her, her fingers lightly resting on his arm. Her voice softened, yet held a firmness that carried her sincerity. "Aap batayenge, Aaravji?" she urged, her gaze unwavering as she searched his face for a glimmer of understanding, for a way through the wall he'd built between them.

Aarav's eyes shifted away, his jaw clenched in silent resistance. His voice came out low, a hint of hurt woven into his words. "Kya farak padta hai, Manvi? Tum toh wahi karogi jo tumhari marzi hogi." His response was laced with a quiet disappointment that seemed to echo in the room, the weight of unspoken worries and protective anger that had festered over the past days.

Manvi's heart ached at the bitterness in his tone, and she felt the gravity of her own choices, the consequences that had unfolded in ways she hadn't anticipated.

"Aap aisa kyun keh rahe hain?" she pressed, feeling a pang at his accusation.

Manvi could feel her chest tighten as she watched Aarav, his jaw clenched, eyes hard with an anger she hadn't seen before. She reached out, a hand trembling slightly as she rested it on his shoulder, but he shrugged it off, his gaze distant, lost in the painful memory of her absence.

The weight of his words hung in the air, thick with unspoken fears and heartache. As he spoke, the anger that had initially fueled him began to crack, revealing a deeper, more vulnerable worry that he had kept tightly locked away. The thought of her suffering alone, without his protection, pierced through him like a knife, and the pain was evident on his face.

"Aaravji, mujhe phone aaya tha ki aapka aur Khushi ka accident ho gaya, isliye main bhaagi," she replied, her voice trembling with concern and regret.

"How stupid is that!" he snapped, his voice slicing through the air like a blade, frustration boiling over as if it had been simmering just beneath the surface. "Ek baar phone kar sakti thi mujhe ya Khushi ko, par nahi, apni manmani ki tumne. Na tum jaati, na Maya tumhe torture karti, na main tumhe bachane aata aur na Khushi ko goli lagti!" The intensity of his words hung heavy between them, charged with a volatile mix of anger and helplessness that seemed to echo off the walls, filling the space with a suffocating tension.