His second wife (#SaRaj)

72) Is Savi using Rajat?

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Savi's eyes fluttered closed, and she felt a sudden pang in her chest. Rajat's words, I promise, still lingered in her mind, but her thoughts had drifted to Sai and Aashika. She couldn't help but wonder what they were doing at that moment, and a deep sense of longing for Sai washed over her.

She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of unease that had settled in her stomach. Rajat's hand on her shoulder brought her back to the present, and she opened her eyes to find him looking at her with concern.

"Hey, everything okay?" Rajat asked, his voice soft and gentle.

Savi forced a smile, trying to reassure him. "Yeah, everything's fine," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. But the turmoil brewing inside her told a different story.

Savi's eyes locked onto Rajat's, filled with a mix of emotions. "Rajat, we'll have time some other day," she said, her voice soft but firm.

Rajat's expression turned puzzled, his eyebrows furrowing in concern. "What's wrong, Savi?" he asked, his voice laced with worry. "Did I do something?"

Savi shook her head, a faint smile on her lips. "No, Rajat, it's not you. I just... need some time to think, okay?" she said, her eyes searching for understanding.

" Savi, you are bipolar." Rajat exclaimed plainly.

Savi's eyes widened in surprise, and she felt a sting from Rajat's words. "Bipolar?" she repeated, her voice laced with defensiveness. "What makes you say that?"

Rajat's expression turned cautious, as if he was treading on fragile ground. "I don't mean it in a bad way, Savi. It's just... sometimes you're so affectionate and loving, and then suddenly you pull away. It's like you're switching between two different emotions," he explained, his voice gentle.

Savi's face fell, and she looked away, trying to process Rajat's words. Was he right? Was she really bipolar? She didn't know what to think, or how to respond.

Savi's voice was barely above a whisper, but the words sent a jolt through Rajat's entire being. "Aashika is in our home, Rajat," she said, her eyes fixed on his, filled with a mix of fear and apology.

Rajat's expression transformed in an instant, his eyes blazing with anger. "Why did you let her in?" he thundered, his voice echoing through the room. "You know how I feel about her, Savi."

Savi took a step back, her hands raised in a calming gesture. "Rajat, please listen to me. She just showed up, and I didn't know what to do," she explained, her voice trembling.

Rajat's face darkened, his jaw clenched in anger. "I don't want her in our home, Savi. Get her out. Now."

Savi's eyes pleaded with Rajat, her voice laced with concern. "But what about Kiaan, Rajat? He's her son, and she's his mother. We can't just throw her out, otherwise you will lobge for kiaan." she said, her words dripping with empathy.

Rajat's expression faltered, his anger momentarily replaced by a deep-seated pain. "Kiaan..." he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. He took a deep breath, his eyes locking onto Savi's. "Fine. She can stay, but only for Kiaan's sake. Not for hers."

"I was very rude to her but it felt bad. She is so helpless and nice lady" She said.

Rajat's expression softened, his eyes searching Savi's face. "You felt bad for being rude to her?" he asked, his voice tinged with surprise.