"I am not your puppet I am not going to continue this relationship as if nothing happened I will never consider her as my wife"
Is this all a joke to you this marriage and stuff first you forced me to get married and when the bride ran away you tied...
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The hours dragged by as the police took Samarth’s statement, their questions relentless, even though he was still recovering. He had just regained consciousness, and the exhaustion was evident in his pale face. I stayed by his side in the hospital, and insisted Avni and Ishika go home.
Ishika was deeply shaken by the attack. Her terror was still fresh, and the thought of returning to her apartment, where it all happened, was too much for her to handle. Avni, ever compassionate and protective, decided to bring Ishika to our house, a safe place away from the horrors of the night.
"You Asshole, If you ever tried to pull these stunts again I will surely kill you, Who told you to be heroic can't you call someone to help." I retorted the first thing as I enter inside his room and he just rolled his eyes nonchalantly.
"How is she?" This the first thing he asked waking up after fucking twelve hours.
"Who?" I replied, feigning ignorance.
He sighed deeply. "Her," he said, pausing for a moment before adding, "Ishika."
"She’s alright," I reassured him. "She went home with Avni. Although the incident really shook her, she bravely gave her statement to the officers." He nodded, shifting in his bed to try and sit up straighter, but his face twisted in pain. I jumped up, helping him as gently as I could. I’ll kill him after he'll get better I thought, but right now, all that mattered was that he was awake.
He settled back into the pillows, and I returned to the stool. "Now, tell me what happened," I said.
He looked puzzled. "Didn’t you hear what happened already?" he said, lifting his hospital gown slightly to reveal the stab wound on his lower abdomen.
I glanced at the wound and winced. "Does that hurt?" I asked, a hint of concern slipping through.
Samarth turned to me with an exasperated look. "Nahi, bahut maza aa raha hai," he replied, and glared at me in disappointment.
(No I am enjoying this)
I rolled my eyes, and asked him."You know that's not what I meant. I’m asking about what happened with Rithika," I clarified, my voice low. "You canceled the wedding and disappeared for five days, ignoring the office and everything else. What’s going on?"
Samarth’s expression darkened, his gaze falling to his hands. He took a shaky breath, the relaxation from a moment ago evaporating. "Rithika and I… it all fell apart," he confessed. "We have different paths now." He paused, running a hand through his hair.
"But you guys were together for almost fifteen years what happened all of sudden, I thought you were serious about her." I asked as long I knew they were inseparable and Samarth wanted marry her anyway even if his family was against it he didn't care. What happened so suddenly? That changed him.
