CHAAHAT - THE DESIRE

CHAAHAT THE DESIRE the power of love, the power of evil, the power of self obsession; a desire to achieve something and to want someone.
Everyone desires to have her but no one has seen her. In the world of a dirty game, she's but a pawn.

She is like a delicate flower that everyone wants to enjoy which she doesn't want to be. But she knows she is strong enough to fight them and she will win.

but is she really going to win?

"Yuvraj... please listen to me for once. I-I'm not lying. Please... trust me."
I cried, holding onto him tightly, as if letting go would shatter me completely.
But he didn't move.

Didn't react.

"Leave me, Chaahat," he said coldly, his expression blank, his eyes void of everything I once saw in them.

"I trusted you... and you broke that trust."
My heart clenched painfully.

"I'm your wife! You have to trust me, Raj!" I shouted, desperation turning into anger.
His gaze hardened.

"You don't deserve to be here," he said, each word cutting deeper than the last.
"And from now on... you're not my wife anymore."

The world stopped.

I felt something inside me break.

"Get the hell out of my house!" he yelled, pushing me away. I stumbled, barely managing to stand.

The entire family stood there.
Watching.
Silent.
Some even...enjoying it.

Tears streamed down my face, but I refused to break in front of them.

"You will regret this, Mr. Yuvraj Singhania," I said, my voice trembling yet firm.

"Mark my words." I looked into his eyes one last time-
And walked away with shaking hands, wiping away tears that refused to stop.
But the moment I stepped out of that house

I smiled.

A cold, dangerous smile.
"I'll take my revenge...just wait and watch, Mrs. Kavita Singhania."
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"Swagat nahi karoge humara?"

This time-

I entered that house again.

Not as a helpless girl.

But as a storm.

And this time...

I wasn't alone.
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