𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊
In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Y U V I K A
I told Viraj to sleep without me telling him I was in the middle of reading a very interesting book. He threw a fit of course but I said Even if I sleep I won't be able to fall asleep. I convinced him to retire to bed and I'll be back in an hour. He agreed saying if i don't come in an hour he is going to pick me in his arms and carry me to our bed. I forced out a giggle but deep down there was this weird feeling in my stomach.
I just stared at him
At Blood on his hand.
Taking a deep breath I turned to the next page.
2 JULY 1994
The next day, Abhimaan behaved as if nothing was wrong, as if our explosive argument hadn't shattered the air between us the night before. He moved through the halls of Raghuvanshi Mahal with an unsettling calm, his demeanor as polished as ever, a facade of normalcy that only infuriated me further.
I caught glimpses of him in the lavishly decorated rooms, sitting at the grand dining table, reading through reports as if I hadn't poured my heart out in fury and pain. His eyes, usually so sharp and calculating, held an unnerving softness as they flickered in my direction, as if he was waiting for me to break the silence.
"Why are you acting like this?" I finally demanded.
"You can't just ignore what happened, Abhimaan."
He looked up from the stack of papers, a gentle smile creeping onto his face, one that made my heart clench and my stomach twist.
"No matter what you do or what you say, I can never hate you, Malaika,”
"Maybe I don’t deserve love,” he continued, his voice breaking as he repeated the words I had once cruelly said to him.
“But my heart doesn’t know how to stop. I love you, Malaika, despite everything. Despite the anger, the hurt, and the shadows of my past.”
He paused, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. "I tried, you know? I tried to hate you. I thought if I could just stop feeling, stop caring... maybe the pain would go away. But it never does. No matter how many times you push me away, no matter how many nights I spend wondering things I did I can’t stop. I’m trapped in this love for you, even though it's tearing me apart."
He swallowed hard, his hands trembling. "I think about the times you smiled at me... the rare moments when I thought maybe, just maybe, you cared. I held onto those moments like they were the only light in a life full of darkness. But they were fleeting, weren't they? Illusions, just like the hope I’ve been clinging to."
His voice grew softer, almost a whisper. "You don't know what it feels like to love someone who will never love you back. It's like drowning in an ocean, fighting for breath, but the waves just keep pulling you under. And no matter how much I scream, you never hear me."
