Obsessively yours

Chapter 27| Liar

ABHIMAAN

I am going to kill him.

I am going to kill my father. That is for sure. How dare he?

Just as I am about to speak, Rani sa gets up and leaves

"Rani sa!" I call behind her and start to run behind her. At the same moment, I feel someone holding my bicep

"Abhimaan" This bitch, I turn around to see Rooh Chauhan staring at me.

"Leave. My. Hand." I say while gritting my teeth.

And then I see harsh Chauhan and his wife, Mannat harsh Chauhan.

"Abhimaan, is this the way to greet our guests?"

"Shut up." I growl

"Get out of my fucking house before I lose it."

"My wife is already crying because of you. if I see you here for another second, I am going to kill you. and that is my word to you."

I state and leave, not wanting to deal with their drama more. My wife needs me.

I stalk towards our room, finding the door locked. I knock on the door and call out to my wife, "Sweetheart, open the door, please"

I knock again and hear no response again, growing worried, I knock harder "Nitya? Bache, you there? Open the door or else I am gonna break it down"

I say as softly as I can while hiding the everlasting worry in my voice

Just as I am about to hit my shoulder on the door, I hear her, "go away, abhimaan"

"Rani sa, talk to me please", I hear a sigh behind the door

"Abhimaan", her voice breaks ", go away, please, leave me alone for a bit"

"nhi"

(no)

"Do whatever you want, just don't you dare come in before I say yes"

"Fine", I say

I slide down the door and sit on the floor with my back resting on the door.

"Let me tell you what happened, okay?

"My father is an asshole, Rani sa. I hope you know this. He had arranged my marriage with his best friend's daughter, without telling me, because he knew I would say no, I could never think about marrying anyone else except you, you are the only girl I have ever loved." I heard a sniffling sound from the other side.

"Don't cry, Bacha, please"

"I know you are angry that I didn't let you know about this before, I thought it wasn't necessary since I broke that arrangement the moment, I got to know about it"

"Let me in bache please"

Out of nowhere, I feel her shifting just beyond the door. Rising to my feet, I brace myself, certain that she's about to come through. The unmistakable sound of the lock clicking echoes in the stillness, followed by the soft creak of the door as it swings open.

As the door fully opens, she stands before me, a picture of raw emotion. Tears cascade down her cheeks, carving paths through the traces of her distress. Her eyes, swollen and red, reflect a tumult of feelings.

"Rani sa," I call softly, reaching out with trembling hands toward her tear-streaked face. My fingers gently cup her cheeks, and as I slide my thumbs back and forth across her skin, I try to soothe away the trails left by her tears.

"You should've told me..." she murmurs, her voice trembling as she struggles to hold back a sob.

"I know, I'm sorry, sweetheart," I reply, my voice heavy with regret. I bury my face into the warmth of her neck, inhaling her familiar scent—a mix of jasmine and something uniquely hers. "I am so sorry."

"I can't forgive you, Abhimaan. You seem to believe this wasn't important, but it was. I should have seen it coming," she said, her voice trembling with a mix of anger and hurt. "You really messed up, Abhimaan."

Her words hung in the air, thick with tension. "Your 'sorry' won't fix anything," she added, her frustration boiling over as she pushed me away, a slight shove that felt heavy with the weight of our shared history. Without another glance, she turned and stormed into the washroom, slamming the door shut behind her. I stood there, heart racing and mind swirling, engulfed in a turmoil of emotions, unsure of what to do next.

I felt the sting of regret when I made her cry, especially since I had promised myself, I wouldn't let that happen. But as her tears fell, another vow surged to the forefront of my mind: I will confront every fear and punish each tormentor who dares to hurt her. And then I realized something important—she hasn't met Abhinav yet.

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NITYA

I am not going to forgive him for this. Never.

How could he not tell me?

How was this not important?

I get it; maybe I was thinking too much, reading too much into the situation, but this does not change the fact that he hid this from me. He didn't even consider it important to tell me.

I think while combing my hair, and yes, I took a shower. I mean, I had to after all that negativity.

Once I am done, I get up, pick up my chunni and wrap it around my shoulders.

I turn around to leave, and just as I do, I collide into a hard chest- Abhi.

"Ow", I wince while holding my head

"Rani sa" he calls out.

Bhaad mai gyi iski, rani sa, chudail aadmi.

"I'm sorry," he says, his voice laced with regret as he clutches the vibrant bouquet of daffodils that I hadn't noticed until now.

I can't help but raise an eyebrow at his gesture—nice try, Abhimaan, but I'm not falling for it this time.

With a swift motion, I snatch the bouquet from his hands, its bright yellow petals vibrant against the backdrop of our sombre conversation. I stride over to the window, the cool breeze brushing against my skin, and without a second thought, I hurl the flowers outside. They tumble through the air, landing on the pavement below with a dull thud.

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Like promised the next chapter is here, and yes i am gonna try my best to finish the book soon. baaki i love you guys make sure to LIKE AND COMMENT