MR & MRS RAJVANSHI

A Gesture of Love💜

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Shivani's Pov:

After knowing about Abhimanyu and Dadi's strained relationship because of me, I felt a pain in my heart. I was stunned when I heard that Dadi had slapped Abhimanyu. Yes, he hurt me with his words, but I had forgiven him. Then again, I became the reason for their separation.

I've always been blamed for things I never did, always made to feel like the culprit. And now, this. I became the reason for this rift. The thought made me angry-angry at myself. How could I let this happen? How could I cause so much pain, even unintentionally?

Shaking off my swirling thoughts, I marched to his study room. When I confronted him, he tried to evade my questions, skillfully attempting to divert the conversation. But I was determined. I didn't let him off so easily. Sternly, I demanded the truth, and finally, he told me everything.

Hearing his words, I couldn't hold back my emotions. Tears welled up in my eyes, spilling uncontrollably as I thought of the weight he was carrying. I didn't want to cry, but when he said I wasn't guilty, that I wasn't the reason for all this, I broke down.

How could he not blame me? Everyone else in my life had-my father, my chachi-why not him? He had every reason to, but instead, he comforted me. He pulled me into his arms, his embrace gave me warmth and calming, as though shielding me from the storm inside me. For a moment, I felt peace.

But then, he groaned softly. I pulled back, my heart ached when I noticed the bloodstains on his shirt.

Panic surged through me as I stared at him, my voice trembling.

"Abhimanyu, what is this? Why is there blood on your shirt? Are you hurt? Is it bad? Are you in pain?" Tears blurred my vision as fear gripped me.

He looked away, avoiding my gaze, and my anxiety deepened.

"Shh... bacha, nothing happened. I'm fine. You don't need to worry. Go, I have work to do," he said calmly, his tone firm yet gentle.

But I wasn't convinced. I could see through him. He was lying-he wasn't fine. He was hurt, and it was obvious he didn't want me to know.

"Abhimanyu," I whispered, my voice trembling. "Who did this to you? Tell me."

But he stayed silent, his jaw tightening as he avoided my gaze. And my heart ached. Who could have hurt him like this? Why wouldn't he let me in?

I know Abhimanyu is stubborn and won't listen to me easily, but I also knew I couldn't let this go. He was hurt, and I had to see his wound. If he was going to be stubborn, then so would I.

Without a second thought, I grabbed his hand and dragged him to the sofa, making him sit down. He looked startled, his brows furrowing as if confused by my sudden action

I glanced around, trying to figure out where the first aid kit might be. Sensing my confusion, he sighed and pointed toward the cupboard.

"It's there," he said, his tone calm but resigned.

I hurriedly fetched the kit and sat down before him, placing it on the table. I looked up at him expectantly, waiting for him to unbutton his shirt. But he just sat there, unmoving, his expression unreadable.

"Open it," I said firmly, my voice leaving no room for argument.

He blinked, his brows knitting together. For a moment, I could see the confusion in his eyes. Perhaps he thought I meant about first aid kit, but I wasn't in the mood for games.