Chapter 38: Infatuation?

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Samar's POV:

The moment I revealed to our parents that Radhika and I were living together, the tension in the room shifted dramatically.

I had hoped my words would bring understanding, but instead, it unleashed a torrent of disbelief and anger. I felt a knot tighten in my stomach as I watched the expressions on their faces twist from shock to fury.

Radhika, is this true?” her mother voice was sharp, cutting through the air like a knife.

Before Radhika could answer, her mother’s face twisted with anger, and the next thing I knew, I was witnessing the most heartbreaking scene.

She slapped Radhika hard across the face, the sound echoing in my ears. Time seemed to freeze as Radhika’s expression shifted from shock to pain, tears welling in her eyes. I felt a surge of protectiveness, wanting to rush to her side, but my mother’s presence held me back.

Aunty no! ” I yelled, stepping forward, but her mother held her hand up, her voice commanding.

I watched helplessly as her mother grabbed her bags and dragged her outside. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of anger and fear boiling within me.

I sprinted after them, desperation fueling my legs, but the distance grew between us. “Radhika!” I shouted, but she was already inside the auto, and before I could reach them, they sped away.

No!” I yelled, my heart sinking as I saw her face fade from view. Panic clawed at my throat as I tried to process what had just happened. I felt utterly powerless. I turned, running my hands through my hair in frustration, my breath coming in quick gasps.

I pulled out my phone, my fingers shaking as I tried to call her, but the network was down. I cursed under my breath, feeling as if the walls were closing in around me. I had to get her back. I had to make her mother understand.

Defeated, I trudged back to our flat, my mind racing with a thousand thoughts. What would I tell my parents? The anger in my mother’s eyes was burned into my memory, a reminder of how much she disapproved of our relationship.

When I stepped inside, the tension was still thick. My parents were standing there, their expressions a mix of anger and disappointment. “What were you thinking, Samar?” my father asked, his voice low and heavy with frustration.

Before I could respond, my mother interjected, her disappointment palpable. “You were living with her? Do you have any idea how foolish that is?”

I opened my mouth to argue, to defend Radhika, but the words caught in my throat. All I could think about was how much I needed to reach her.

I grabbed my phone again, desperate to connect with her. Just as I dialed, my heart raced at the thought of hearing her voice, but when she picked up, it was brief and heart-wrenching.

Samar…” I heard her whisper, but before I could even respond, the call dropped. The line went dead, and I felt like the ground had fallen from beneath me.

My heart sank, and panic washed over me as I realized her phone was off. “No, no, no…” I muttered, my voice barely a whisper.

Don’t you get it?” my mother continued, her disappointment turning into anger. “You’re throwing your future away for someone who isn’t even worthy of you! You need to focus on what matters!”

I could feel my heart pounding, the weight of my mother’s disapproval pressing down on me. “But, Mom, I love her! You have to understand!”

“Love?” she scoffed. “This isn’t love; it’s infatuation! You’re not ready for this kind of commitment!”

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