The Billionaire's Cure

•Chapter~51°

The gentle admiration in my wife's eyes whenever she gazes at lord Krishna's idol is always a mirror reflection of my own secret devotion for her.

Author's POV

Her gaze froze, her pupils stretching like shattered glasses in horror. She felt like she had uncovered a grave;

One that was meant to remain buried forever.

A chill coursed through her veins, freezing her blood.

Panic clawed its way up her throat.

Her chest constricted, making it hard to breathe.

She stumbled backward as her heart had never felt the horror before her, freezing her mind in scream.

A series of journals, documents, photos slipped away from her grasp.

The sound of pages fluttering to the floor was drowned out by the cacophony in her mind.

The silence was short-lived, as the footsteps of someone crept into her consciousness.

The darkness was alive and it was coming for her- one deliberate step at a time.

As she turned, her gaze met with her mother in law, unpredictably.

Aadrika's heart stopped, for a moment.

"Dear, how did you end up here?" With a sweetness that bordered on her every word, Anamika inquired.

Tears of rage, sorrow mingled on Aadrika's cheeks.

How could a mother be a snake capable of injecting venom into her son's life and biting her own daughter to the death?

"Well, they are not that much important, I hope you have not noticed anything," Anamika took a long pause and her gaze became as  sharp as the tip of a lethal knife. "Or have you?"

But have you ever heard?

An Indian woman's resilience is forged in the fire of adversity, her spirit unbreakable like the Himalayas. She can endure the harshest of pains, the most crushing of burdens.

But there is one thing that can shatter her resolve, one thing that can unravel her very being:

The sorrow of her husband.

As his pain is her agony, his tears are her torment.

And then her love becomes a raging storm, a tempest that will not rest until it has vanquished the source of his sorrow.

Her strength is a force of nature, unstoppable and unyielding. She will not rest;

Until his tears are dried,

His heart healed,

And his spirit revived.

Because of this, they are frequently referred to as the embodiment of shakti;

The divine feminine, a tidal wave that changes the direction of fate, shatter unbreakable chains, vanquish darkness and rebirth the hope. 

And not so later, Anamika noticed a storm, building in her daughter in law's eyes as her gaze revealed the depth of rage.

"So you've seen the truth, let's make a profitable agreement of money an-

"Keep your money, or I would advise you to shove these in your lizard's ass shaped like face because these filthy pieces of papers are worthless trash and nothing in comparison to my husband's trust on me."

The hard coldness in Aadrika's voice made a shiver danced in her mother in law's heart.

"Is that a threat?" Anamika's nails pierced in her palm, releasing a solitary, crimson tear from the wound.