Beneath The Storm (Completed)

Chapter-53: The Breaking Point

Bomb 💣 Chapter

The atmosphere in the penthouse hall was suffocating, the tension so palpable that it weighed on everyone’s chest.

The sprawling room, usually filled with light and elegance, now seemed heavy with unspoken words and unresolved emotions.

The members of the Rajvansh and Sharma families sat or stood scattered around the room, their expressions varying from irritation to unease.

Atharv stood near the large glass windows, his jaw tight, his fists clenching and unclenching in barely contained frustration.

His piercing eyes were fixed on Inaara, who stood in the center of the room with a quiet determination that seemed foreign to those who knew her.

Anjana, sitting with a sharp posture on the couch, broke the silence with an irritated scoff.

"What is all this, Inaara? After everything you’ve done, why did you call us here? What’s left now to address?"

Her voice was sharp, cutting through the room like a whip.

Inaara turned her gaze to Anjana, her face unreadable but her eyes holding a glint of defiance.

"I called you all here to tell you my decision," she said, her voice steady but laced with a quiet resolve.

"Till now, you’ve all heard Atharv's decisions. Today, you will hear mine."

There was a stunned silence for a moment.

The weight of her words seemed to settle over the room like a storm cloud.

Raghav, Inaara’s father, shifted in his seat, his brows furrowed in concern.

"Beta, everything is all right now. What’s the reason for this?" he asked, his voice gentle but tinged with confusion.

Inaara turned to him, her expression softening slightly, though the fire in her eyes did not waver.

"There is a reason, Baba," she replied, her tone measured.

"I called you all here to show you a mirror—a mirror of your mistakes. Till now, everyone has seen only my faults, my shortcomings. But today, I will show you yours."

Atharv, who had remained silent until now, took a step forward.

His teeth were clenched so tightly that the muscles in his jaw visibly twitched.

"Stop this act, Inaara," he growled, his voice low and dangerous.

"Stop portraying yourself as the victim."

His words ignited a spark in Inaara, and she turned to face him fully, her stance firm and unyielding.

Her voice rose, breaking with the raw emotion she could no longer contain.

"I am the victim here!" she shouted, her voice trembling but powerful.

"I’ve endured all the pain, all the accusations, silently. But not anymore."