Khushi sat curled up in the corner, the silk fabric of her lehenga brushing against the cold marble floor. Her hands trembled, her heart pounded louder than the ticking of the antique clock on the wall. The soft flicker of candlelight made shadows dance across the walls—shadows that felt far too alive.
The door opened slowly.
And he walked in.
Clad in black, with his shirt sleeves rolled up and his eyes calm—dangerously calm—Abhi looked at her like she was the answer to every ache he'd ever known.
“Jaana...” His voice was soft. Too soft.
“Dar lag raha hai?”
She looked up, eyes glossy with unshed tears.
“Please, Abhi ji… mujhe ghar jaana hai,” she whispered, almost afraid to speak louder.
He chuckled under his breath, walking toward her slowly.
“Ghar? Toh yeh kya hai Khushi? Tumhara asli ghar yahi hai. Mere paas.”
“Please Abhi ji… aaj meri shaadi hai. Sab pareshan ho rahe honge… jaane dijiye mujhe,” she pleaded, her hands folding as tears rolled down her cheeks.
Abhi tilted his head slightly, as if her words meant nothing.
“Haan, Jaana… aaj tumhari shaadi hai… lekin mujhse. Dusri baar”
He said it so casually, as if it was the most natural truth in the world.
Her breath caught in her throat.
“Please…” she whispered again, trembling.
But instead of answering, he walked closer—so close she could feel his breath.
He gently cupped her face, and without a word, placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
Her eyes squeezed shut, a tear slipping down as he held her against his chest—where love and madness had no difference.
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