Vikram sat at the edge of the bed, glancing over at Mehek, who lay on the opposite side, staring blankly at the ceiling. The room was filled with a heavy silence. After everything they’d been through, he couldn’t bring himself to say anything. He didn’t know what words would make a difference.
Breaking the silence, Mehek finally spoke, her voice barely above a whisper. "It’s over now, Vikram. I’ve lost everything. I don’t have any reason to keep going."
Vikram felt a pang in his heart. "Don’t say that, Mehek. You…you have a life, a future. We’ll make it better. Together."
Mehek turned away from him, clutching the bedsheet. "Don’t pretend, Vikram. You know I’m ruined. I’m not…pure." Her voice trembled, filled with frustration and pain. "I don’t deserve happiness."
Vikram reached for her hand, but she pulled away sharply, a flicker of anger in her eyes. "Don’t," she muttered. "Why do you care anyway? I’m nothing to you. Just…an obligation."
"Is that what you think?" Vikram’s voice was soft, almost pleading. "You’re not an obligation to me, Mehek. I… I chose you because I care. You mean more to me than you realize."
She scoffed, shaking her head. "How can you say that? I’m just a burden to you now."
"No, Mehek." Vikram’s voice held a firmness she hadn’t heard before. "You’re not a burden. You’re my wife. And I love you."
The word "love" made her flinch. She closed her eyes, a tear slipping down her cheek. "Love… Don’t you see, Vikram? I don’t deserve love. I’m broken. Tainted. And you…you’re wasting your time with me."
Vikram’s jaw tightened, but he kept his voice gentle. "You’re not broken, Mehek. You’re hurt, and I understand that. But you don’t have to carry this alone. Let me help you."
She didn’t reply, didn’t even look at him. The weight of her silence filled the room, pressing down on him. "Please, Mehek," he said softly. "Let me in. Let me be there for you."
Finally, she looked at him, her eyes filled with sorrow. "It’s too late, Vikram. I don’t want to live like this anymore. I just… I want it to end."
Vikram’s heart broke at her words, but he swallowed his pain, knowing he needed to be strong for her. "You don’t have to face this alone, Mehek. You have me. And I won’t give up on you."
He reached out, gently placing his hand over hers. She didn’t pull away this time, but her gaze remained distant. "It’s just words, Vikram," she murmured. "Words won’t change what I am."
"Then let my actions speak," he whispered. "I’ll show you, Mehek. You don’t have to face the darkness alone."
For the first time, Mehek’s expression softened, if only for a moment.
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The Mafia heart ( book 1 )
RomanceVikram Singh Rathore - was a man of power and influence in the criminal underworld. He was known for his ruthlessness and cunning tactics that had helped him rise to the top of the mafia hierarchy. With his sharp mind and fearless demeanor, he had e...
