His second wife (#SaRaj)

79) Rajat deserves someone better.

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Savi's inner voice turned accusatory, condemning her for her feelings. "You said you'd marry Rajat for Sai's sake, thinking you'd never let anyone take Ishaan's place," the voice whispered. "But now, look at you. You're falling for Rajat, his patience, his kindness aren't you? You're betraying Ishaan's memory, breaking your own promises to yourself."

The words cut deep, and Savi felt a wave of shame wash over her. She couldn't deny the truth – she was developing feelings for Rajat, feelings that she hadn't anticipated. The realization made her question her own integrity and loyalty.

Savi's inner turmoil intensified as she grappled with the weight of her emotions. She felt like she was losing her grip on her own identity, her sense of self-worth tied to her promise to Ishaan. The fear of being judged, of being seen as disloyal, threatened to consume her.

Savi's mind was flooded with the echoes of Ishaan's words: "People change when something better comes." The phrase seemed to mock her now, as she stood face-to-face with her own reflection and the reality of her feelings for Rajat.

The mirror images seemed to multiply, each one representing a different facet of her conflicted emotions. One reflected her promise to Ishaan, another her growing feelings for Rajat, and yet another the lingering pain of being so week.

Savi's thoughts were interrupted by another voice, one that cut to the heart of her motivations. "Or you have married Rajat for yourself, not Sai," the voice said, its words piercing and unflinching.

Savi was forced to confront the Savi's voice echoed through the room as she yelled, "Stop it!" The cacophony of voices, the mirror images, and the conflicting emotions all seemed to freeze, and then, in an instant, they vanished.

The silence that followed was almost deafening. Savi stood there, her chest heaving, her heart still racing from the turmoil that had beset her. She felt drained, yet somehow relieved that the internal debate had ceased.

As she caught her breath, Savi realized that the voices and images had been manifestations of her own doubts and fears. She knew that the questions and conflicts would still linger, but for now, she had silenced them.

Savi's tears brimmed over, and she felt a deep longing to go to Rajat, to find solace in his arms. It was as if her heart was crying out for the comfort and security she felt in his presence.

Why did she feel this way? Why did the thought of Rajat's arms bring her such peace? Savi didn't know, but she couldn't deny the pull she felt towards him.

She let the tears flow, and with them, her resistance seemed to melt away. For a moment, she allowed herself to imagine being enveloped in Rajat's warmth, feeling his gentle touch, and finding comfort in his love.

The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. Savi didn't know what the future held, but in this moment, she knew what her heart desired.

Savi's heart wrenched as she looked at her child in her imagination, the little one she had never gotten to hold or cradle in her arms. The child's innocent words cut deep, "Mumma, you forget me and papa in front of new people."

Tears streamed down Savi's face as she felt a pang of guilt and sorrow. She knew she could never forget her child or Ishaan, but the pain of moving on and finding feelings for someone new was real.

Savi's eyes were heavy with unshed tears as she stood up, her voice barely above a whisper. "I ain't a cheater," she mumbled to herself, as if trying to convince her own heart.

She felt the need to escape, to get away from the world and its expectations. She wanted to be alone, to sort out her thoughts and emotions without the weight of others' judgments.

Savi's hands cradled her empty womb, and she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion, "Why did you leave your mumma? Will you ever come back to me, my baby?"

The ache in her heart was palpable, a deep longing for the child she had lost. Savi's eyes welled up with tears as she spoke to the emptiness.

As Savi opened the door, she was met with Rajat's worried face, his eyes filled with concern and relief. Before she could even process what was happening, Rajat's arms wrapped around her, holding her tightly.

Savi felt a mix of emotions as she was enveloped in his warm embrace. She was surprised, yet somehow, it felt like the most natural place to be. For a moment, she let herself be held, letting the comfort and security of his arms wash over her.

Rajat's grip was firm, yet gentle, as if he was holding onto something precious. Savi's tears, which had been welling up inside her, began to flow, and she let out a sob, her body shaking with emotion. Rajat held her closer, his presence a calming balm to her frazzled nerves.

Savi's gaze lingered on Rajat's profile as he looked at her, her thoughts consumed by the depth of his patience and understanding. She felt a pang of guilt, realizing that her emotional turmoil had become a recurring theme in their relationship.

She was touched by Rajat's kindness and love, and the fact that he stood by her despite her struggles. As she acknowledged her own feelings for him, Savi couldn't help but feel a sense of regret and self-doubt.

Despite her emotional turmoil, her mood swings, and her struggles with mental health, Rajat had remained a constant source of support and comfort. But she knew soon enough he would get fed up from her if she behave bipolar every time.

She recognized that she wasn't the strong, independent person she thought she was. She was vulnerable, fragile, and imperfect. But in that vulnerability, she found a sense of connection with Rajat.

Rajat deserved someone whole, someone who didn't carry the weight of past loves and losses. Someone who could give him her entire heart, without reservation.

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