"My father's words cut deeper than his slap. I thought Mrinal had ulterior motives for agreeing to this marriage, but now I realize she was forced into it.
"'I curse the day I folded hands before her father for you, and she asked me not to,' my father said, his words hitting me like a cold bucket of water.
"I stuttered for the first time in my life. 'What...?' My heartbeat accelerated, and a lump formed in my throat.
"'Yes, I begged her father to marry her to you,' my father screamed, 'thinking she'd make you responsible, change your life. But now, yours is a dream life, while hers is a living hell!'"
The doctor emerged, accompanied by my tearful mother. I opened my mouth to inquire about Mrinal, but my father intervened.
"How is she, Doctor?" he asked, his voice laced with concern.
"The patient is stable now," the doctor replied. "Thankfully, you called me in time. I've prescribed medication, and please notify me when she awakens."
As the doctor departed, my mother's composure crumbled. She burst into sobs, and my father comforted her, leading her to their bedroom.
I stood alone, consumed by:
Guilt, for my role in Mrinal's distress
Regret, for underestimating her suffering
Grief, for the harm I'd inflicted
Anger, directed inward
Arav's mocking tone cut through my self-loathing.
"Looks like you've finally found peace, Vihaan."
Varun silenced him with a stern glance, and Arav departed, rolling his eyes.
"Shut up, Arav," I muttered, my head hung in shame.
Varun's gentle tone offered no solace.
"Vihaan, today you crossed every limit."
My conscience echoed Varun's words, condemning my actions.
_Flashback_
"You're coming with me," Mrinal said, avoiding my gaze. "Your mother asked me to."
I sneered, disgust etched on my face. "Oh, please, I don't want a gold digger like you tagging along."
Mrinal's sharp breath was the only response before she swiftly departed.
"Waste of time," I muttered, rolling my eyes.
Varun intervened, his tone empathetic. "You shouldn't speak to her like that, Vihaan. She's just following your mother's instructions."
I scoffed. "It's just her cheap tactic to get into my pants."
Aarav countered, "You can't assume that about her."
My retort silenced them: "If you're so concerned, go with her then."
_Flashback Ends_
Now, I wished I had listened, not assumed the worst about Mrinal. If only... she wouldn't be suffering.
These thoughts ravaged my mind, fueling self-loathing. My head throbbed, suffocated by the weight of guilt.
"Maybe if I try, she'll forgive me," I whispered, clinging to a glimmer of hope.
Vihaan pov ends
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