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Aanan's POV~
I walked into the room and my eyes instantly locked onto her. She was on the floor, trembling, trying to pick up the shattered pieces of glass. Her hands were cut, blood dripping, but she couldn’t stop shaking. Tears streamed down her face, The sight of her broken like this made something snap inside me.
"What the hell is happening here?"
Crossing the room in two strides. I reached her and knelt down, gently pulling her into my arms.
I gently tilted her face up to meet mine, her tears breaking me more than I could admit. My thumb brushed away the drops on her cheek, but they just kept coming.
“Look at me, Pearl” I whispered, my voice softer now, coaxing her.
“Stop crying, baby. Please. It’s killing me.”
Her lips trembled, and her hands clutched at my shirt.
She shook her head, her voice a broken whisper. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
“Shh.” I silenced her.
Her tears soaked my shirt, her body still trembling uncontrollably. I kissed the top of her head, my hands gently running through her hair, trying to calm her.
I turned my gaze to the room. The tension in the air was suffocating.
“What the hell is going on here?” I demanded.
Badi Dadi took a step forward, “When did you come?” she asked, her voice feigning innocence.
I didn’t bother with pleasantries or restraint. My voice dropped, cold and lethal.
“I asked, what’s happening here?”
“You think you can just waltz in here and do as you please? This house has rules! I don’t care who you are to Aanan—,” badi dadi spoke looking at her.
“Tone it down,” I growled, my voice sharp and dangerous, cutting through her rant like a blade.
“Even I don’t raise my voice at her,” I took a step closer, towering over her, “how dare you raise your voice at my wife?”
“Aanan,” Badi Dadi started, her voice faltering for a moment before she straightened. “This girl—”
“This girl,” I snapped, my voice deadly calm, “is my wife.” I took a step closer, each movement deliberate, my eyes locked on hers. “And if you don’t want me to lose whatever respect I have left for you, I suggest you watch your tone when you speak to her.”
Badi Dadi’s defiance flared briefly before she scoffed. “This girl is ruining the decorum of this house”
I felt Kashvi flinch at her words, and that was it. The dam of my restraint shattered.
