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सुबह मैं हूँ तू धुप है
मैं आईना हूँ तू रूप है
ये तेरा साथ खूब है
हमसफ़र..
Author's POV
Three steps. Mere three steps later she found herself in the arms of her husband, sitting on his lap while his hot mouth chewed her lips as if punishing her for trying to walk away from him. His tongue entered her mouth, absorbing her shocked self in his merciless passion. Sweet thirty seconds later, she regained her senses and responded with equal fervor. Her arms wrapped around his neck as they continued to torment their yearning hearts with the blinding kiss.
Parting away, he joined her forehead with his as their breaths came out in pants. Slowly he whispered, "Why?"
Her eyes raised on their own accord, not understanding what he was talking about. Looking at her innocent face, he cupped the back of her neck, pulling her closer. She could see the embers of stark anger in his eyes that promised to erupt the tingles of her nervousness into flames.
"Why did you not tell me?" he completed his question while Sanvi's eyes widened as she realized what he was talking about. He couldn't know about it. Could he? A horrified voice inside her head asked. He must have been talking about his mother's treatment towards her not what she thought. She must have misinterpreted the intensity of his rage. He could never know.
"Ishaan, Mom was right at her place. I didn't think I needed to tell you about normal household banter," Sanvi said, trying to get away from him. He tightened his hold on her neck, pulling her to meet his eyes. His touch wasn't even hurting her, just the pain in his eyes.
"You know that's not what I am talking about. I met Sanjay Dad today," he said, making her heartbeat go wild. She closed her eyes in mortification. Ishaan knew the truth and now she won't be able to help the shades of pain smearing his insides. She could live with his relatives thinking of her as a murderer's daughter, but she won't be able to live with Ishaan's broken esteem. He loved his father more than she thought she would ever her dad. She won't be able to see Ishaan's bowed head, knowing now he would consider himself a sinner's son. She survived the hatred of the world for one year only because she knew he would breathe with the rhythm of revenge, not guilt. He would walk with pride, not falter with regret.
"No! No! Shaan, listen to me. Whatever Dad told you was a lie. You always used to say na that Neerav Malhotra can never be wrong. Why are you suddenly believing what people say?" she asked frantically, trying to hold onto the lie he had been living for the past 12 months.
He pulled her up by her arms as they both stood looking at each other. He blinked back his tears as he uttered, "Sanjay Kapoor said the same words. He made me swear on my dead father to not let you know that I got to know the truth this evening. Your dad didn't break your swear, Anvi. He quietly took in every disgraceful word that I said. Not today but every time I have seen him in the past year—"
