Contract of hearts

26. You adopted a kid?

How will you feel when a woman's presence is important more than anything in your life?

This is what is happening to me. Her presence and absence both affect me. Her presence makes me happy and makes me calm.
And her absence felt like I was alone in this cold world. I know no one. Like I know her. I check every fucking corner to find her but she is nowhere to be seen. Where did they put her?

I was about to leave the first floor when my eyes landed in a room. Maybe I didn't check this room. I was about to push the door when I felt the door was closed from the outside.

I knock, and a girl asks, "Who"?
I lie and say "Yash Oberoi is calling you for some work". In a minute, a girl opened the door. On her hand, there was a makeup brush and an eyeshadow plate.

She looked at my face and was about to close the door. I pushed the door with the force. And throw her outside and close the door from inside to check "what is happening here"?

There she was—slumped in the chair, her head tilted to the side, her hair cascading like a dark river. Unconscious, but there. My heart clenched and then released in a rush as if I had been holding my breath for an eternity. For the first time in what felt like days, I exhaled.
A girl is making her wear a blouse.

"Keep your hands to yourself!" I yelled, and the two of the girls flinched.

A girl with brown hair covers Liana. Although she was half naked. But I care less about the thing right now.

"Don't touch her!" I shouted, and she flinched and left the dupatta on her body.

I walked further and looked at her face. I felt like my breathing was back. I kiss her forehead.

I clenched my jaw when I saw her in a bridal lehenga. "Is he about to marry my wife"? I asked, and the brown head nodded while lowering her head.

I covered her with the shawl. I am not the type of husband who will get adjusted to things. I will not let her wear a lehenga that does not belong to her. She is my wife.

"Get out!" I shouted and she both flinched and slowly left the room. I locked the room from inside.
I took her suit that was on the sofa. She was wearing this suit when she visited me in the hospital. I don't like the idea of anyone touching her, not even a girl.

I saw the faint finger marks on her neck, her arms had bruised, and her cheeks had faint red and blue marks. I try to calm myself. I will not leave them for this. I can accept anything for me, not for her.

She sacrifices her life to save my sister. What will happen if I don't come here on time? I am late fucking six hours late. What type of husband I am who can't save his wife?

I calmly made her wear the suit. I take out her hair clature from my pocket and collect her hair in a bun.

I checked her foot, and the foot is also not in a good state. Some previous scratches are there, and some new ones have dried blood.