THE UNDERWORLD LOVE

"The Burden of Blame"

AUTHOR'S POV:-

Seema yanked her hair, her voice seething with rage. "How dare you interrupt me? I will ki-" But she was cut off abruptly as a loud voice echoed through the entire mansion. "ENOUGH!" The single word reverberated off the walls, a powerful command that shattered the tension in the air and left both women momentarily frozen in shock.

It was non other than Yuvraj.

"Who the hell do you think you are to lay a hand on her?" he demanded, his voice dripping with fury. Rage radiated from him, his body tense as he confronted Seema.

The intensity of his glare and the fierce authority in his tone underscored the depth of his anger, making it clear that he would not tolerate such treatment any longer.

Then his gaze shifted to Ishita, softening as he reached out to help her to her feet. However, that gentleness quickly evaporated when he noticed the blood on her lips. Fury ignited within him once more, a storm of emotions swirling in his eyes.

Without a word, Ishita turned and dashed to her room, her heart racing as she sought refuge from the tumult of the moment, leaving him standing there, consumed by anger and concern.

Suddenly, a voice echoed through the hall, cutting through the tension like a knife. "What is happening here?" Both Yuvraj and Seema turned, their expressions shifting to shock as they faced Ishita's father, who stood in the doorway.

Yuvraj's gaze darkened, anger simmering beneath his controlled exterior as he turned to Mr. Singhania. "Your wife just made the biggest mistake of her life, and I'll make sure she pays for it," he declared, his voice low and deadly.

Without waiting for a response, he strode purposefully toward Ishita's room, his determination evident in every step. His focus was unwavering, his protective fury pushing him forward as he sought to reach her.

When he reached Ishita's room, he found the door closed. He knocked urgently, his fist pounding against the wood, but there was no response. Panic began to grip him, and without hesitation, he forced the door open, slamming it back against the wall.

His heart dropped at the sight before him-Ishita was huddled on the floor, struggling to breathe as a panic attack overtook her. Her hands clutched at her chest, her eyes wide with fear, and Yuvraj rushed to her side, his own fear mingling with fierce protectiveness as he tried to steady her.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly as though his embrace alone could shield her from everything. Gently, he stroked her hair, his voice soft and soothing. "I'm here, Ishita. I'm right here," he murmured, reassuring her with every word.

"I... I didn't ki...kill my mo...mother. I didn't..." she stammered, her voice choked with uncontrollable sobs as tears streamed down her face.

Yuvraj tightened his hold, gently stroking her hair, his voice steady and filled with quiet conviction. "You didn't, Ishita. I know you didn't," he whispered softly, his words wrapping around her like a promise.

The warmth in his tone and the gentle rhythm of his touch began to soothe her shattered heart, offering her a small island of comfort amidst the storm of her guilt and grief.

"Wh...why w..would a child k..kill their mo..ther?" Ishita stammered, her voice choked with sobs. "They l..loved their mother so mu..much. Wh..why would I kill m..my mother?" Her voice broke as she struggled to speak, tears streaming down her face. "I m..miss her so mu..much. I lo..loved her s..so much..."

Her whole body shook with heart-wrenching sobs, her hands trembling uncontrollably, each word laced with unbearable grief.

Yuvraj's heart ached deeply, breaking with every sob that escaped her lips. He gently placed his hands on her shoulders, his voice filled with steady reassurance.