Story of a Rivalry of two political families, who fighting for rule. One rules over the more than half of the state and other own the power. But between their rivalry the one who is suffering is the daughters of the most richest family of the state...
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Thakur Palace - Night
The room was thick with silence, an oppressive stillness that neither of them dared to break. It wasn’t just any silence—it was the kind that carried the weight of unspoken words, shattered dreams, and a love that had been suffocated by pain. It hung between them, tangible and suffocating, as if it had its own presence.
Finally, Virendra couldn’t bear it any longer. He drew in a deep breath, his usually confident demeanor replaced by something hesitant, almost vulnerable. His voice was low when he finally spoke.
“Chandni,” he said softly, as though afraid to disturb the stillness too much. “Can we talk?”
Chandni’s eyes lifted from the book she had been pretending to read. Her expression was calm, almost indifferent, but the storm brewing in her eyes was unmistakable. She had been expecting this, yet when the moment came, it was no less painful.
“What’s left to talk about, Virendra?” she asked coldly, her voice sharp like the edge of a blade. She didn’t want to show any weakness, any sign that his words could still pierce her heart. She had built walls around her pain, and she wasn’t about to let them crumble now.
Virendra shifted uncomfortably, guilt and regret etched into his features. He forced himself to meet her gaze, though it hurt to see the guarded expression that had replaced the warmth that used to greet him.
“I know I’ve hurt you,” he admitted, his voice heavy with remorse. “And I’m sorry, Chandni. Truly, I am. I don’t expect you to forgive me, but I need you to know how much I regret everything.”
Chandni’s face remained expressionless, but her eyes betrayed her pain. She had spent countless nights crying over the man who now stood before her, and she wasn’t about to let him see how deeply his actions had wounded her.
“Do you regret it?” she said, her voice laced with sarcasm. “Do you even remember what you’ve done, Virendra? Do you even understand the depth of the damage you’ve caused?” Her voice rose slightly as she continued, bottled-up frustration spilling out. “You didn’t just hurt me. You broke me. You forced yourself on me on our wedding night, you humiliated me in front of your family, you slapped me like I was nothing. And now, after all that, you think a simple apology is enough?”
Virendra flinched as if her words had physically struck him, but he didn’t interrupt. He knew she was right, and he had no excuse. He felt a crushing weight of shame as he listened to her recount the moments that had turned their marriage into a living nightmare.
“I was wrong,” he said, his voice trembling. “I was so wrong, Chandni. I let my anger, my frustrations, and my own demons consume me. And in the process, I became the very thing I never wanted to be. I became someone who hurt the person I was supposed to protect. I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I want you to know that I’m ashamed of who I was.”
