𝐀𝐛𝐡𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐡 𝐑𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐱 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐡𝐢 𝐆𝐮𝐩𝐭𝐚
Abhimaan Singh Rathore is a name that commands respect and fear in Rajasthan. He is the king of Rajasthan and the CEO of ASR Corp Ltd. Known for his absolute ruthlessness, peopl...
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The palace felt empty and cold as Abhimaan walked through its huge halls.
His mind kept showing him pictures from earlier that day, like a cruel movie that wouldn't stop playing.
He could see Paridhi's face crumbling when she learned the truth, could see the exact moment her eyes filled with tears.
The memory made his hands curl into tight fists at his sides.
"I should have told her everything from the start," he whispered to himself, his voice echoing in the empty hall.
"But how could I? How could I tell her what her own parents and that bastard of a brother did?" The words tasted bitter in his mouth.
When he finally reached their bedroom door, his hand shook as he touched the handle.
He stood there, frozen, trying to find the strength to face what waited inside.
The thought of seeing her in pain pain that he had caused made his chest feel like it was being crushed.
Taking a deep breath that did nothing to calm him, he pushed open the door. The sight that greeted him broke something deep inside his heart.
Paridhi lay curled up on their bed, looking so small and fragile it made his throat tight.
She had turned away from the door, but he could see the tear tracks on her cheeks shining in the soft light.
Her long black hair spread across the white pillow was still damp from her shower, and her hands were pulled close to her chest like she was trying to protect her heart from more pain.
"Rani sa," he whispered, his voice so soft it was barely there.
"My precious Pari..."
He couldn't look away from her. Even in sleep, her face showed her pain.
Her breathing came in little catches and hiccups that told him how much she had cried.
The need to go to her, to gather her in his arms and never let go, was so strong it felt like a physical ache in his bones.
His fingers itched to wipe away her tears, to smooth away the worried lines on her forehead.
But he knew he couldn't.
Not now.
Not when the wound he'd caused was still bleeding.
"I did this to protect you," he whispered, his voice rough with feelings he couldn't control.
"Everything I've done... it was all for you. Only for you. Always for you."
Instead of giving in to his need to hold her, he forced himself to walk to the bathroom.
