Ekansh sat in his office, the cold glow of the desk lamp casting sharp shadows on his tense face. His fingers drummed against the polished wood, a futile attempt to calm the storm brewing inside him. The memory of that night gnawed at him, refusing to fade, no matter how much he wished it would.
Their marriage had been a mistake-a cruel twist of fate he had no control over. He never wanted this, not with Roohi. The very thought of her now filled him with a seething rage. How could things have gone so wrong?
It was supposed to be a simple business trip, one where they wouldnât even cross paths. But fate-or perhaps misfortune-had other plans. A misunderstanding at a gathering, a night that spiraled out of control, and before he knew it, they were bound in marriage, a bond he resented more than anything.
Ekansh's jaw clenched as the anger flared up inside him once again. Roohi. Her face flashed in his mind-her tears, her confusion, her pleas for him to listen. But he had shut her out that night, just like he had shut out every feeling connected to her since.
"Why her?" he muttered to himself, his voice barely above a growl. Of all the women in the world, why did it have to be Roohi?
She was everything he didnât want in his life-soft, emotional, vulnerable. He despised her for it. But more than anything, he despised the fact that their lives were now entangled because of something neither of them had planned.
The image of her standing on that dark road alone haunted him, though he would never admit it. The way she had looked at him, eyes full of fear and sadness, it lingered like an unwanted ghost. He had left her there, driven by pure anger and frustration, wanting to erase her from his life entirely.
But no matter how much he tried, he couldnât escape the reality that she was his wife. And the weight of that truth bore down on him, filling him with a deep, bitter resentment.
Ekanshâs fist slammed against the desk as he rose from his chair, the sound echoing through the empty office. He couldnât stand it anymore-this suffocating feeling of being trapped. The marriage, the secrets, the lies he had to live with every day. No one knew, not even his family. He had kept it hidden, refusing to acknowledge it publicly, as if denying it would make it less real.
But it was real. She was real.
"I never going to accept her" he muttered like a curse, the sound of it sending another wave of frustration through him. He hated her for being there, for existing in his world. Most of all, he hated how much control she had over his thoughts, even now.
With a deep breath, Ekansh tried to push the memories away, but they clung to him stubbornly. The marriage he never wanted, the woman he despised-everything about it made his blood boil. And yet, no matter how much he hated her, no matter how much he wished she didnât exist in his life, he couldnât change the past.
His mind was a whirlwind of anger and confusion, and as he sat back down, his hands trembling slightly, he knew one thing for sure-he would never forgive her for this. Never forgive her for becoming a part of his life when he never asked for it.
With that, Ekansh buried himself in work, hoping that maybe, just maybe, the weight of his responsibilities could drown out the rage that consumed him. But deep down, he knew it was only a matter of time before it all came crashing back.
Roohi walked along the dark, desolate road, her footsteps echoing in the eerie silence. The city loomed in the distance, its flickering lights offering no real comfort as she trudged forward. She had no idea how far she had walked since Ekansh had left her there, abandoned and broken on that cold stretch of road. Her heart was heavy, her mind swirling with confusion and pain, but she had no choice but to keep moving.
The weight of her belongings in her arms grew unbearable as her steps faltered. Her legs ached, her breath shaky, but she pushed on, willing herself not to cry again. The city seemed impossibly far, and the night felt endless.
The night was a cloak of shadows and uncertainty as Roohi wandered through the dark city streets, her steps faltering with every heartbeat. The darkness seemed to close in around her, the cold air cutting through her thin clothes and sending shivers down her spine. Each street lamp that flickered to life only seemed to highlight her isolation and fear.
Her heart raced with the lingering echoes of Ekanshâs harsh words. The memory of his cold, unfeeling gaze haunted her. âGet out of my car.â The command was like a cruel taunt, a reminder of how easily he had discarded her. She had barely had time to grasp the reality of their accidental marriage, and now she was left alone in a city that felt both enormous and menacing.
Roohi stumbled along the empty sidewalks, her legs weak from exhaustion and her mind clouded with fear. Her hands clutched her few belongings tightly, as if they could somehow protect her from the terrifying uncertainty of her situation.
Despite the fear that gripped her, a fragile thread of hope still lingered. She couldnât shake the thought that maybe, just maybe, Ekansh would come back for her. Maybe he would realize his mistake and return to take her away from this cold, dark night. The thought was faint and irrational, but it was there, a small beacon of light in the overwhelming darkness.
She paused, glancing nervously over her shoulder, half-expecting to see the headlights of his car approaching. The streets were silent, save for the occasional distant sound of a car or the whisper of the wind. Each sound made her jump, her fear manifesting in every rustle and distant echo.
What if he comes back? she thought, her heart fluttering with a mix of hope and fear. What if he realizes that he shouldnât have left me here alone? The idea seemed almost impossible, but she clung to it with all the innocence and desperation she could muster.
As she walked, Roohiâs mind raced with thoughts of Ekansh. She remembered how he had looked at her, his face devoid of warmth. His cold demeanor had been a stark contrast to the warmth she had hoped for, and yet she found herself wishing for his return. She hoped that maybe, despite his harshness, he would have a change of heart. The notion of him coming back to her seemed like a twisted fairy tale, but in her heart, it was a glimmer of comfort amid the darkness.
Roohi stopped in front of a dimly lit store window, her reflection showing a tear-streaked face framed by disheveled hair. She wiped her tears, trying to compose herself, but the fear and uncertainty were overwhelming. Her innocence was evident in the way she still looked for any sign of Ekanshâs return, even though the logical part of her knew it was unlikely.
The night seemed to stretch endlessly, and every shadow held the potential of danger. Yet, the hope that Ekansh might come back was a small, stubborn spark that refused to be extinguished. It kept her moving forward, even though her legs were heavy and her heart was laden with fear.
In the depths of the night, with the city looming around her like an unfathomable maze, Roohi clung to that fragile hope. It was a hope born of innocence, a belief that maybe someone would come to rescue her from this darkness. As she continued walking, her fear of Ekansh was palpable, but so was her desire to be taken away from the nightmare of the night.
The cold, unforgiving city loomed around her, but in her heart, the hope that Ekansh might come back provided a sliver of comfort. It was a beacon of innocence in a world that had suddenly become very dark and frightening