The Rathore's Family

her questions,his silence

Drishti shook her head and placed her hands over Anjali’s, sliding them gently from her face. With a soft, reassuring smile, she replied, "Nothing happened. I’m leaving today." And without another word, she walked away, leaving Anjali watching her with deep concern.

Like this, she’ll never be able to move forward, nor will she ever be able to make us feel like she’s one of us," Anjali murmured to

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Drishti opened the door to her room, quickly wiping away her tears as she stepped inside. She noticed the room was empty, though she knew Advait was in the bathroom. Walking over to her bag, she opened it, carefully packing her books inside before zipping it shut. But as her resolve faltered, she unzipped it again, her fingers lingering over her belongings.

Just then, Advait emerged from the bathroom, drying his face with a towel. He glanced at her, but she moved past him as if he weren’t even there, busying herself once more with her bag. She zipped it firmly this time, ready to leave. Observing her in silence, Advait finally spoke, unaware of the storm brewing inside her.

"You’re packing like you’re going away for months," he said, a hint of humor in his voice.

Drishti didn’t respond. She took a steadying breath and said, "I’m going." Her words struck him unexpectedly.

"Right now?" he asked, standing up.

She nodded. "Yes." She dragged her bag, but as she came face to face with him, he held onto it, his brow raised in question.

"Where are you going?"

"To my friend’s place."

"At this hour? Is it really that urgent? You can wait until tomorrow."

"No," she replied quietly, "I need to go now."

Advait’s expression shifted. "I already said you don’t need to leave now. Tomorrow, I’ll personally drop you off at your friend’s place. What’s wrong with that?" He gently pryed her hand from the bag and took it, placing it aside. When he returned, she was still standing in the same spot, unmoving.

"Why did you marry me?" Her sudden question stopped him in his tracks. He turned to her, noticing her reddened eyes, which betrayed the countless tears she had brushed away.

"Oh, that’s right," she said, her voice thick with hurt. "You’ve made it clear through your actions that you were forced into this marriage." Her words were like shards of glass, making him realize that something had happened to shake her. Ever since their marriage, she had never questioned it, but now...

He walked closer, tilting her chin up gently with his finger, his gaze holding hers. "No one can force Advait Singh Rathore," he said in a firm, quiet voice. "If I do something, it’s because I choose to. Understand?"

Their eyes locked, and for a moment, the tension melted away as she saw the truth in his gaze, a truth she had wanted to believe. His eyes held steady, seeing the pain, the confusion, and the hope in hers.

She blinked, breaking the moment, taking a step back while he slipped his hands into his pockets.

"But everyone thinks I’m forced upon you," she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

"What others think doesn’t affect my life," he replied, turning to leave.

"But it affects mine," she called out softly, making him stop once more.

Drishti’s voice trembled as she tried to keep her composure, but the frustration she had buried for so long finally broke through. Her eyes welled up with tears, a mix of pain, anger, and helplessness filling her gaze as she looked at Advait.

“What happened? Why are you speaking now? Tell me, what am I supposed to do?” She drew in a shaky breath, her voice barely above a whisper. “When you didn’t have the courage to say in front of everyone that I am your wife, that you married me with respect—if you couldn’t even say that—then why did you marry me at all? You shouldn’t have…”

Her words trailed off as tears started streaming down her face. Her heart felt as if it were breaking all over again, each memory flashing in her mind like a wound reopening. She couldn’t hold back anymore, and her voice softened, filled with a sorrow she couldn’t hide. “I never had a great life before, so I didn’t expect much. But the way you’ve ruined my life… No one has ever destroyed me like this.”

As her words cut into him, he held his silence, swallowing every response that burned at his throat. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened—but he managed to keep his mouth shut, not wanting to inflict any more pain on her. He knew that if he spoke now, his words might come out as weapons, sharper than he ever intended.

When he turned to her, his heart sank. Her face—the one he longed to see lit with happiness—was streaked with tears. She was crying, and it was because of him. But he chose, stubbornly, to ignore everything: her anger, her questions, even her pain.

Then she broke the silence. "So that’s it?"

His expression barely softened, though her words stirred something deep within him.

A bitter chuckle escaped her lips. "Oh, so just keep ignoring, right? Like you’ve ignored me all this time, like I’m invisible to you, like you’re not even married, like my life isn’t being shattered right before your eyes."

With each word, her voice grew sharper, and her gaze locked onto his, defiant and hurt. "Ignore! Go on, ignore everything! Pretend like I’m not here, like you don’t care. But remember this, Mr. Rathore," she added coldly, "jabardasti ke rishte nahi chalte hai—forced relationships don’t last."

Her last words made something snap inside him. "Shut up!" he said, his voice louder than he had ever dared to use with her. His eyes blazed as he took a step closer, his face dark with intensity. "Say whatever you want about me, but don’t bring our marriage into this. Aur yeh baat gaanth bandh lo," he hissed through gritted teeth. "I’d die before ending this relationship."

He released her with a tense breath, stepping back toward the door. But before leaving, he glanced back, his voice softer now, almost pleading. "Aur please… stop crying. We’ll talk about this, but for now, just… please stop."

She watched him walk away, her heart tangled in a storm of anger and confusion. Once the door closed, she whispered to herself, wiping away the lingering tears. "Samajh nahi aayenge kabhi ye mujhe… I’ll never understand him."

With a heavy sigh, she turned and slipped into the bathroom, hoping the cold water might calm the storm raging inside her.

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