The Unwanted Royal Marriage

46. You're mine now.

Meera's pov

I approached Adhyay's room cautiously, keeping my disguise in place. The door was slightly ajar, allowing me a glimpse inside. He was sitting on the bed, staring blankly at the garlanded photo of me on the bedside table. The room was dimly lit, and the air felt heavy, suffused with his grief.

He was holding a bottle of whiskey, the glass in his other hand trembling slightly. My heart clenched at the sight of him like this—my strong, unshakable Adhyay reduced to this fragile state.

I slipped into the room quietly, my movements deliberate and soundless.

As I reached him, I gently took the bottle from his hand. He didn't react, too lost in his despair.

"Enough, Adhyay," I whispered, disguising my voice to remain unrecognizable.

His head jerked up slightly, his eyes narrowing as he turned to look at me. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice hoarse and broken.

"I'm... a friend of Meera's," I said softly. "And I won't stand by and watch you destroy yourself like this. She wouldn't want that."

His expression shifted from suspicion to pain. "She's gone," he whispered, his voice cracking. "What does it matter what she'd want?"

"It matters because she loved you," I said, my own tears threatening to fall. "She wouldn't want you to give up on yourself or on life. Not for her, not for anyone."

He stared at me, his red-rimmed eyes filled with anguish. "You don't understand. She was... she was my everything."

I took a deep breath, fighting the urge to throw my arms around him and confess everything. "And you were her everything too, Adhyay. That's why you have to live—for her, for the love you both shared."

For a moment, he looked at me as if he recognized me. My heart raced, but then he slumped back, defeated.

"I don't know how to," he admitted.

"You'll figure it out," I said firmly, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me. "But first, you need to rest. Please... for her."

He nodded weakly, his resistance crumbling. I guided him to lie down, pulling the blanket over him as he drifted into an uneasy sleep.

I lingered for a moment, my fingers brushing against his hair lightly.

"I love you, Adhyay," I whispered so softly that even the silence couldn't carry the words to his ears.

I made my way to the desk in the corner of the room, grabbed a piece of paper and a pencil, and began to write. My hand trembled slightly, but I steadied myself. Every word had to carry my love and strength, even if I couldn't be there to say it myself.

Dear Adhyay,

I know this is going to be very hard for you, but I need you to stay strong. You are my everything, and I can't bear to see you like this. I promise you, whenever you miss me, I'll come to you. Whenever you think of me, just close your eyes and call my name—I'll be there.

But promise me one thing: you will not touch alcohol or anything harmful. If you do, I will be very angry with you! Remember, I'm not truly gone. I'm still here with you. You reside in my heart, and as long as you're in my heart, how could I ever die?

One more thing—Siddharth Bhai sa is not at fault. Whatever he does, it will be for me. Please, never hate him. He loves you dearly, just like I do.

If, at any time, you feel lost or need answers, there's one person who can guide you—my buddy. They know everything you need to know. Find them—they are among our family. Trust them like you trust me.