Hardik woke up in his car, the weight of his earlier words heavy on his chest. The memories played in his mind.
Now, as he replayed the scene in his mind, he felt a hollow ache in his stomach. Rahul had always been the steady one, the wife who offered support without judgment. How can he hurt such a kind being.
With every passing minute, he felt the gnawing guilt pushing him to make things right. He grabbed his jacket, determination solidifying his resolve. The night air was brisk as he made his way to Rahul’s room, his heart pounding with anxiety. What if Rahul didn’t want to talk? What if he had said things that could never be taken back?
When Hardik reached Rahul's door, he hesitated for a moment, the words of apology tangled in his throat. Taking a deep breath, he knocked. The seconds felt like hours, but finally, the door creaked open.
To his surprise, Rahul looked at him gentle expression. His brows furrowed when he saw blood streak on his husband's. He gestured him to come close.
R:- What is this darling? Why is there blood on your head?? Wait don't tell me u tried to hurt yourself!!! I swear I'll slap u if u do this again
Hardik’s heart twisted with regret as he looked into Rahul’s eyes, realizing that their relationship was fragile, yet resilient.
H:-“I don’t want to lose you either,” he confessed, the weight of his words hanging between them.
Rahul’s gentle expression shifted to one of understanding.
R:- “Then let’s talk. Let’s figure this out together.”
In that moment, Hardik knew that healing would take time, but he was willing to fight for their bond, no matter how difficult the journey ahead might be.
With Rohirat
In the quiet town of Eldridge, where the sun dipped low and shadows lengthened, Rohit stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie. His reflection stared back at him, a facade of confidence masking a heart filled with treachery. He was a master manipulator, and today, he had a plan that would change everything. Virat dance to his whims. Rohit had convinced himself that he needed control, and for that, he was willing to go to any lengths.
Virat was a gentle soul and manipulating him is easy. As he had always been the peacekeeper in their relationship, but the pregnancy had brought about a vulnerability that Rohit found intoxicating. He would use this to his advantage. He often belittled Virat, questioning his ability to be a good mother, planting seeds of doubt that festered in his husband's mind.
The day had started like any other, but tension filled the air. Virat’s father, Prem, had come for a visit, bringing with him the warmth of familial love that Rohit despised. Prem was adamant about helping his son through the pregnancy, offering advice and support that Rohit viewed as intrusive.
“Virat, let’s go for a walk,” Prem suggested, concern etched on his face. “It’s important to stay active during this time.”
Rohit’s eyes narrowed as he watched the two interact. He felt his control slipping. “He doesn’t need your help, Dad. I’m perfectly capable of looking after Virat,” he interjected sharply, his voice dripping with disdain.
Prem’s brow furrowed. “Rohit, you need to understand that it’s a delicate time for him. He’s carrying a life. We all want what’s best for him.”
Virat looked between the two men, confusion and frustration brewing within him. “I appreciate your concern, Dad, but I’m fine. Really,” he said, trying to placate both sides.
Rohit seized the opportunity, stepping closer to Virat, “You think you’re fine? You’re weak, Virat! You can’t even handle a simple walk! You need me, not him.”
Virat’s eyes glistened with tears. “Rohit, please… I just want to feel supported.”
“Supported? By your father? He doesn’t understand what we’re going through!” Rohit shouted, his anger rising like a tide. “You’re pregnant, and that’s a burden I have to bear. Not him.”
A spark ignited in Virat’s eyes, and he stood taller than Rohit had seen him in weeks. “I’m not a burden, Rohit! And my father loves me. He’s not trying to take you away from me!”
The fight escalated as prem watched helplessly, his heart breaking for his son. “Virat, I’m here for you, and I will always support you. Don’t let anyone make you feel otherwise,” he said gently.
But Rohit wasn’t finished. “You think he cares? He just wants to control you like he controls everything else in his life! Look at how he meddles!” Rohit’s voice dripped with venom, and the air crackled with tension.
Virat, overwhelmed, took a step back, clutching his belly. “Stop it, both of you! I can’t take this!”
Rohit’s heart raced as he watched Virat’s face pale. “Virat?” he called, concern lacing his voice, but it was too late.
With a sudden gasp, Virat stumbled and fell to the floor, clutching his abdomen. Panic surged through the room. Rajesh rushed to his son’s side, his heart pounding. “Virat! Stay with me! You’re going to be okay!”
Rohit stood frozen, the weight of his manipulation crashing down upon him like a tidal wave. He realized, with horror, that he had pushed too far.
When the doctor arrived, the tension in the room was palpable. Virat lay on the couch, pale and trembling. Rohit hovered, guilt mingling with fear. The doctor’s expression was grave as he examined Virat’s condition.
“Mr sharma, we need to monitor closely. There’s a risk of miscarriage,” the doctor said, his voice steady but firm.
Rohit’s heart sank. The very thought of losing the child he had used as a weapon against Virat was unbearable. He had wanted control, but now he understood the fragility of life. As the doctor tended to Virat, Rohit’s mind raced with regret.
Later that night, after the doctor reassured them that Virat was stable, Rohit found himself alone with his thoughts. He watched as Virat lay in bed, his face pale, exhaustion etched into his features.
“Virat, I…” Rohit started, but the words caught in his throat. He had never been good at apologizing, never been good at admitting when he was wrong.
Virat turned his head slightly, eyes filled with a mixture of pain and disappointment. “Rohit, I can’t do this anymore please tell my father to leave. I need someone who supports me, not someone who breaks me down.”
Prem felt the walls he had built around himself begin to crumble. The realization that he had nearly lost everything hit him like a freight train. “I’m sorry,” he whispered, but the words felt hollow against the weight of his actions.
How can a father withstand this, even death was more appealing to Prem. Rohit smirked when he realized that his wife is now only self dependent on him.
On the other hand
AB was breaking everything that was in his way, he couldn't handle the fact that Virat was nearly dead, his wife Danielle Devillers watch him with her heartbroken gaze. She know that her husband is obsessed with the wife of Rohit. She loved this man dearly, but at the same time She prays to God for Virat to be safe. She knows her husband is a maniac for him. She huggs her belly protectively as she's expecting but cannot speak to her husband about this.
AB:- Why can't God let me be lucky once, I cannot believe that all this years I yearned for him, now he nearly died no no no no AB think of getting him out of that hell.
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