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In Saakshi’s home after she returned from Shravan’s home.
Saakshi stood near her window, arms folded. Her mind swirled with the memory of Shivu whispering "Amma." The knock on the door was soft, hesitant.
Aadhi (entering gently):
Konjam pesanum Siya, can we?
(Can we talk for a minute?)
Saakshi (nodding faintly): Haan Anna
He sat down across from her, his voice unusually serious, but not cold.
Aadhi:
“You know I’ll always want what’s best for you, right?”
Saakshi (quietly):
“I know.”
Aadhi:
“I’ve been thinking a lot lately... and after what I saw this morning, I need to say this now. I want you to think about settling down.”
Her breath caught just a little. Her fingers tightened around the edge of her dupatta.
Aadhi (carefully):
“You’ve spent too long surviving, Saakshi. I want you to live again. And maybe it’s time to find someone who can give you that—without the baggage... without the scars.”
Saakshi (softly):
“You mean marriage?”
Aadhi (nods):
“Yes. I’ve started looking around discreetly. People who are good-hearted, who’d respect you... care for you.”
A beat of silence. Saakshi looked away, clearly uneasy.
Aadhi (noticing):
“I’m not pressuring you. But I am asking you to start thinking about it. You deserve a future that’s calm and a partner who hasn’t hurt you.”
Saakshi (after a long pause, voice low):
“Anney... can you give me some time?”
Aadhi (nods gently):
“Of course. But don’t put it off forever. I don’t want to see you stuck in something you don’t even realize is still hurting you.”
He stood, but paused near the door.
Aadhi:
“You’re strong, Saakshi. But strength doesn’t mean you have to walk alone. Just… think about what you really want. And don’t be afraid to choose peace.”
He left, leaving her in a silence that was louder than anything. She sat on her bed, hugging a pillow to her chest, Aadhi’s words echoing in her ears.
“A partner who hasn’t hurt you.”
But her heart screamed a different truth. Every time she saw Shravan — the regret in his eyes, the softness in his voice when he spoke about Shivu — it chipped away at her anger.
He didn’t ask for anything. He never tried to explain his pain. But he wore it on his face, like a shadow he carried everywhere.
And Shivu...
The way Shravan looked at her when Shivu clung to her — like she was still the only part of his life that made sense.
She closed her eyes, her hand clutching the pillow tighter.
Saakshi (softly to herself):
“If I could hate you, Shravan... I would’ve done it years ago.”
A tear slipped down her cheek, and for the first time in a long while — she didn’t stop it.
The sky had turned a dull grey outside. Saakshi sat near the window again, unmoved, her fingers absently tracing the rim of a glass of water.
Her face was calm, but her eyes weren’t. They were distant.
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Retributed And Redempted Love
Fanfiction"It is hard to trust a person when the person was the one whom you completely opened up to is the person who later completely betrayed you" My third story with my favorites. Hope you all like it. Start: 10.04.2022 Just a fictional story and don't co...
