The price of deception

2 months ago

Mikky

@MidnightLibrary

The price of deception

The forensic medical team had taken custody of Mohini's body, and their investigation was underway. Zunaid, leveraging his sources, managed to gather some preliminary findings from the autopsy. The forensic team revealed shocking details that left him reeling.

"Potassium cyanide was found in her blood," they said. "An ampule of KCN was hidden under the root 2nd left lower premolar of Mohini , designed to rupture upon impact." The mastermind planned for the ampule to burst when Mohini received a slap, releasing cyanide into her bloodstream.

For the cyanide to enter her bloodstream, the ampule had to be broken, releasing its contents into surrounding tissues. The absorption rate depended on factors like the ampule's integrity, cyanide amount, and Mohini's health. The high dose of KCN and deliberate placement ensured a lethal release, making her death almost instantaneous.

Zunaid's six years of service had not prepared him for a case like this. The mastermind behind Mohini's death seemed not only clever but also ruthlessly cruel. By hiding the evidence in Mohini's mouth, they had likely anticipated that she would be caught and treated roughly by the police, potentially destroying the evidence upon her death.

Prithvi was equally stunned and perplexed upon hearing the news. Sensing the sensitivity of the case and the pressure from Prithvi, the police urged the forensic doctor to expedite the investigation. The team worked under intense scrutiny, racing against time to unravel the mysteries surrounding Mohini's mysterious demise.

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Sanyogita's mind was suddenly flooded with a vivid flashback. She recalled the tender moments when Prithvi would whisper sweet nothings to their unborn child, while she feigned sleep. "Hey, champ, please arrive sooner. I long to play with you all day. But please, come as sweet as your mother - a doll." His gentle voice echoed in her mind, now a haunting reminder of his deceit.

As the flashback faded, Sanyogita's eyes welled up with tears. The painful realisation hit her like a tidal wave: her marriage was a masterfully crafted lie. The home they built, the memories they created, and the love they shared were all illusions. The betrayal and anguish that ravaged her heart were almost too much to bear. She felt like she was drowning in a sea of despair, gasping for air as the truth suffocated her.

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Sanyogita stepped into the bathroom, the warm water enveloping her like a comforting embrace. But as she began to rub the froth on her skin, her actions became fervent, as if she was desperately trying to wash away every lingering touch of Prithvi's hands. She scrubbed her mouth, the red vermillion smeared by her tears and the water, her long wet hair clinging to her face like a mournful veil.

As she scrubbed, her screams echoed off the bathroom walls, a raw, anguished cry that seemed to shake her very being.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!!!" The sound was primal, a release of all the pain and betrayal that had been building inside her.

The bathroom, once a sanctuary, now echoed with the haunting screams of her shattered heart.

She rubbed her hands, face, shoulders, every inch of skin that Prithvi had ever touched, as if his caresses now felt like a thousand pricks on her skin. The water mixed with her tears, creating a rivulet of sorrow that flowed down the drain, a poignant reminder of her shattered dreams.

When she finally emerged from the bathroom, Sanyogita wrapped herself in an old salwar kameez, one that she had owned long before Prithvi entered her life. It was a symbolic shedding of her identity as his wife, a rejection of the life they had built together.

With trembling hands, she removed her mangalsutra, the sacred thread that had once bound her to Prithvi now lying limp and lifeless in her palm. And then, with a swift motion, she wiped away the left portion of the red vermillion from her forehead, the mark of her marital status now reduced to a smudge, a reminder of her broken bond.

Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed empty, devoid of hope. Her skin, once radiant with love and care, now appeared pale and lifeless. She stood there, a statue of sorrow, her living husband having inflicted upon her the pain of a widow.

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Prithvi stepped into the house, his face a mask of composure, hiding the turmoil that churned within. He deliberately withheld the news of Mohini's death, the horrific details of her homicide, from Sanyogita. He didn't mention the discovery of the ampule of KCN in Mohini's tooth.

But beneath the surface, Prithvi was a whirlpool of emotions. He was worried about Sanyogita's increasing involvement in her elder sister Janhvi's rape case, her determination to seek justice consuming her every waking moment. He yearned to share her pain, to be her rock, her confidant, to alleviate her suffering in any way he could.

Prithvi's face, once a mask of forced joviality, crumpled as he stood frozen in the doorway, drained of colour as he stood frozen in the doorway. Before him, Sanyogita sat on the floor, her eyes blazing with a fierce anger, her gaze filled with a depth of despair and anguish that made his blood run cold. Her hand trembled, clutching a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light.

His eyes fixed on Sanyogita with a mix of shock, fear, and confusion . His gaze devoured her, taking in every detail of her ravaged appearance. Her old white salwar kameez, once a symbol of her simplicity and elegance, now seemed dull and worn, like her spirit. The dupatta around her neck, once a vibrant splash of colour, now seemed limp and lifeless.

Her eyes, red and swollen from crying, blazed with a fierce anger, her gaze piercing through him like a dagger. The depth of despair and anguish in her eyes made his blood run cold, his heart heavy with regret. Her hand trembled, clutching a knife, the blade glinting in the dim light, a stark reminder of the fragility of their relationship.

Prithvi's gaze dropped to her forehead, where the vermillion mark was conspicuously absent, a stark reminder of her rejection of their marriage. The gold mangalsutra, once a symbol of their commitment, was also missing, leaving only a faint tan line on her skin.

As their eyes met, Sanyogita's voice, low and venomous, cut through the air like a razor. "Kill me too, Prithvi. Just like you killed our child." The words hung in the air, heavy with accusation, each syllable a dagger to his heart.

Prithvi's confusion and anger flared, his mind recoiling in disbelief. "What are you talking about, Sanyogita? This isn't funny. I don't appreciate this kind of prank." But as he looked into her eyes, he saw no hint of jest, only a profound sorrow and a deep-seated pain, mixed with a fury that made her eyes flash like lightning.

Sanyogita's gaze never wavered, her voice rising, each word a scream of rage and frustration. "You killed our child, Prithvi! Our innocent, helpless child! What kind of monster are you? What drove you to do such a thing? Was it your selfish desires, your need for control, or just a whim?" The questions hung in the air, a challenge, a demand for truth, as she hurled the knife across the room, embedding itself in the wall mere inches from Prithvi's head.

Prithvi's anger faltered, his mind reeling as he struggled to comprehend the magnitude of Sanyogita's accusations. The room seemed to shrink, the walls closing in on him, as he faced the consequences of his actions.

Prithvi's face twisted in rage as he bellowed,he shook her by holding her with his hands "Pagal ho gayi hoo! Dimag kharab ho gaya hai!!" (You've gone mad! Your brain has gone haywire!!) His voice echoed through the room, making Sanyogita flinch.

Sanyogita removed his hands with Jerk from holding her amra . With a surge of adrenaline, she shot back, "Haan ho gaya hai kharap!" (Yes, it has gone haywire!!) Her voice cracked with emotions as she rummaged through her bag, producing a small box of medicine.

Prithvi had vehemently denied purchasing abortion pills, insisting that the medicine he had bought was for Sanyogita's health issues.

"I swear, I only got you the medication the doctor prescribed," he had said, his voice laced with feigned innocence.

"You claimed you're busy at work in meetings at your office . But I know the truth!"

Prithvi's eyes widened as Sanyogita's hands trembled, her fingers flying across her mobile screen. as she unlocked her mobile, the screen illuminating the darkening room. She scrolled through the files, her fingers moving with a precision that belied her trembling hands. Prithvi's eyes widened as she turned the screen towards him, the intimate video clips of him with Mohini and photos a damning testament to his deceit.

The room fell silent, the only sound was the soft hum of the mobile and Sanyogita's ragged breathing. Prithvi's world crumbled around him, the ground beneath his feet shattering into a million pieces.

Sanyogita's voice was a mere whisper, heavy with heartbreak and disillusionment. "Was this your night-long meeting? Was this your important work? " The words hung in the air like a challenge, a gauntlet thrown at Prithvi's feet.

Prithvi's gaze remained fixed on Sanyogita, his eyes unblinking, his expression a mask of shock and guilt. He seemed paralyzed, unable to respond, unable to defend himself against the onslaught of evidence. His hands hung limp by his sides, his fingers twitching with the urge to reach out to Sanyogita.

Sanyogita's eyes welled up with tears, but she refused to let them fall. She stood tall, her shoulders squared, her voice steady, as she confronted the man she thought she knew. Her arms crossed over her chest, a defensive barrier against Prithvi's words.

The silence between them was oppressive, a living entity that pulsed with tension and betrayal. Prithvi's eyes pleaded with Sanyogita, his face etched with regret. He took a step forward, his hands hovering over Sanyogita's shoulders, his touch gentle.

"Jaan, please let me explain," he implored, his voice laced with desperation. "I didn't tell you earlier because I didn't want to hurt you. I know you have your own thoughts on this matter, but things aren't exactly as they seem."

Sanyogita's gaze turned icy as she shook off his hands, her shoulders squaring in defiance. "You said you didn't want to hurt me, but you are the one who hurt me more than anyone else in my life," she spat, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought that my love had changed you, but it seems like you still remain that man who has nothing to do with love, feelings, and emotions. All you care about is yourself."

Prithvi's face crumpled, his eyes welling up with tears. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. He knew he'd messed up, and he didn't know how to fix it.

Sanyogita's gaze turned away, her eyes closing in disgust. She took a deep breath, unable to look at him. The pain she felt was too much to bear.

"What did you used to say? Commitment and loyalty?!" she exclaimed, her voice cracking with emotion. A single tear escaped, rolling down her cheek like a solitary raindrop, as she wiped it away with a trembling hand.

A bitter laugh escaped her lips, a harsh sound that cut through the tension.

"Alas!! Tumne toh 5 mahine bhi saath nibhana nahi paye... Puri zindagi toh dur ki baat hai!!" (You couldn't even stand by me for FIVE months... Let alone a whole lifetime!!)

Prithvi's eyes dropped, his shoulders sagging in defeat. He knew he'd lost Sanyogita's trust, and he didn't know how to regain it. He felt like he was drowning in his own guilt, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

Her eyes blazed with anger, her words dripping with venom. "Tell me, Prithvi, what exactly forces you to have an extramarital relationship? Ain't I sufficient for you?" The question hung in the air, a challenge, a demand for truth, as Sanyogita's chest heaved with suppressed sobs.

Prithvi's face contorted in anguish, his eyes brimming with tears as Sanyogita's words sliced through him like a razor-sharp blade. His head shook involuntarily, a silent plea for mercy, as the weight of his betrayal crushed him. His mind raced to find a lifeline, a way to explain the inexplicable, but the words remained stuck in his throat.

Sanyogita's voice trembled, a helpless whisper that shattered Prithvi's heart. "Am I not beautiful? Does she have everything you need?" The words hung in the air, a poignant reminder of her shattered dreams. Her eyes, once bright and full of life, now seemed dull and lifeless, like a flower crushed by the weight of his deceit.

Prithvi's heart sank, his soul tormented by the pain he saw in the love of his life’s eyes. He felt the weight of her despair, a crushing burden that threatened to consume him whole. With a gentle touch, he cupped her face in his hands, his fingers tracing the contours of her cheeks. He pulled her into his arms, holding her close as if trying to shield her from the pain he had inflicted.

"No, no, no, Jaan," he whispered, his voice shaking with emotion. "You've got me wrong. Just listen to me, and I'll explain everything to you." His words were a desperate plea, a last-ditch effort to salvage the wreckage of their relationship. But as he looked into Sanyogita's eyes, he knew he had a long way to go to redeem himself.

Prithvi's forehead touched hers, his warm breath caressing her eyes. But Sanyogita recoiled, her head jerking back as if his touch was a slap. She dropped his arms, her hands falling to her sides like lead weights.

"Stop calling me Jaan," she said, her voice laced with pain. Her eyes flashed with anger, her chest heaving with ragged breaths. "I hate this name. It's like a knife that tears at me, ripping off my flesh.. I started to hate everything you said to me, and I started to hate this relationship.

Prithvi's eyes welled up with tears as he pleaded, "Sanyogita, please hear me out." He took a step closer, his hands reaching out like a supplicant. But Sanyogita backed away, her arms crossing over her chest like a shield.

Prithvi didn't stop, he continued to explain his situation “ I know I've hurt you, but it was never my intention. I was trapped, helpless and didn't know how to escape. I thought I was protecting you, not hurting you.”

"Protecting me?" she spat, her voice trembling. She spun back to face him, her eyes blazing. "By deceiving me? By shattering my trust?" She took a step closer, her fists clenched. "You've turned our marriage, our love, into a cruel illusion.”

Prithvi's voice cracked. "I know it was wrong, but I was desperate. I didn't know what else to do. And I know I can't excuse my actions, but I want you to know that my love for you is real. I was trapped in a mistake, but my feelings for you are genuine."

Sanyogita's eyes widened in disgust. "Your love is real? You call this love? You have no idea what love is, Prithviraj Malhotra. Love is not about using someone for your own benefit. Love is not about lying and cheating. Love is about trust, respect, and honesty. And you have none of those qualities."

Prithvi's hands reached out, his touch gentle, but Sanyogita flinched, her eyes flashing with anger. "Don't touch me!" she spat, jerking her face away.

"I know I've failed you, but please don't give up on me. I'll do anything to regain your trust. I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. I will explain you everything just give me some time pls I didn't get time to to let you informed the incidence because you were too hurt that day ”

Sanyogita's eyes widened with surprise at his touch, but then she abruptly jerked his hands away from her face. Her tone was laced with bitterness as she spoke “ that's not the justification as your wife is upset and so you could go around cheating behind her back "

Beads of sweat trickled down Prithvi's forehead as he pleaded his case, his eyes bloodshot and filled with tears. "Meh keh raha hoon naa…. I didn't cheat on you…didn't it reach to your head?" he shouted, his voice echoing across the vibrant texture of the wall, his words tumbling out in a desperate bid to convince Sanyogita.

Sanyogita's response was a venomous hiss, her voice dripping with disdain. "Wow! Who was there in the videos, was it your ghost?" she shouted, her eyes blazing with fury, her eyebrows furrowed in disgust. Her arms crossed over her chest, her body language screaming rejection and anger.

Prithvi's face contorted in anguish, his eyes welling up with tears. He took a step forward, his hands outstretched, but Sanyogita's expression warned him to stay back. He felt like he was drowning in his own guilt, unable to find a lifeline to cling to.

The air was thick with tension, the silence between them oppressive, punctuated only by the sound of Prithvi's ragged breathing. Sanyogita's gaze was unyielding, her eyes flashing with anger, as she waited for Prithvi to explain the unexplainable.

Prithvi's shoulders sagged, his eyes dropping to the floor, as he realised the gravity of his mistake. He knew he'd lost Sanyogita's trust, and he didn't know how to regain it. The weight of his guilt crushed him, leaving him breathless and helpless.

“Your silence speaks volumes ?" Her voice rose, her words dripping with disgust. "You cheated on me, lied to me, and broke my trust. And now you expect me to just forgive and forget?"

Prithvi's eyes filled with tears, his face contorted in anguish. "I didn't mean to hurt you, Jaan . I was trapped, and I didn't know how to escape. "

But Sanyogita cut him off, her hand raised, her eyes flashing. "Don't lie to me, Prithvi. You had plenty of chances to tell me the truth, but you chose to deceive me instead."

Prithvi's face contorted in anguish, his shoulders shaking with sobs. He took another step closer, his hands reaching out, but Sanyogita pushed him away again, her body recoiling.

Her body trembled with rage, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "You've broken me, Prithvi. You've shattered my trust, my heart, my everything.”

His chest ached so intensely that it hurt to breathe. Prithvi "Jaan, I swear I didn't lie to you. Our love, every moment we spent together - they were the best memories of my life. Everything was real," he said, his voice quivering with emotion. Prithvi was on the brink of an emotional breakdown. His shoulders shook with anxiety and fear, and he couldn't make sense of his own thoughts.

But Sanyogita was having none of it. "I don't want to hear anything from you," she spat, her tone cold and distant. "I hate your touch on my skin. I hate myself for ever trusting you. And I hate everything we spend together."

Prithvi's eyes were bloodshot, filled with tears, as he shouted back, "I'm not lying! I swear on my life!" His fists clenched at his sides, his arms trembling with rage.

Sanyogita's body seethed with anger and hatred, her eyes blazing with fury as she turned away. Her shoulders squared, her head held high, she spat, "I don't want to hear anything from you." Her tone was cold, distant, and laced with venom. She crossed her arms over her chest, her hands clenched into fists.

"Perhaps you plotted that evil plan to kill our child," she accused, her voice trembling with rage. "Thank God Anushka arrived today and saw the medicine packet. Otherwise, you would have snatched the last hope of my life." She took a step back, her eyes flashing with fury, as if daring Prithvi to come closer.

Prithvi's face contorted in anguish as he shouted back, "Sanyogitaaaaaa! I already told you I didn't try to kill our child! How could you blame that on me?" His heart pounded in his chest, hurt and anger warring within him. He threw up his hands, palms up, in a pleading gesture.

He took a step closer, his hands reaching out, but Sanyogita flinched away, her body recoiling as if his touch would burn her. "I didn't know where the abortion pills came from," he pleaded."I only purchased the medicine prescribed by your gynaecologist ." He took another step closer, his eyes begging her to listen.

But Sanyogita was having none of it. She turned to leave, but Prithvi grabbed her arm, desperate to make her understand. She struggled to free herself, her body twisting and turning in his grasp. "Let me go!" she spat, her eyes flashing with fury.

The worker in the house, who was dusting the living room, stopped and looked up, startled by the shouting. She had never seen the couple fight like this before, and she wondered what was wrong.

Prithvi's grip tightened, his fingers digging into Sanyogita's skin. "I'm not a murderer," he shouted back. "I'm your husband. The father of your child. And I would never harm either of you."

Sanyogita's face twisted in rage, her eyes blazing with fury. She wrenched her arm free “ I don't trust on any lies of you"

Despite her protests, Prithvi refused to let go, instead leaning in closer until their foreheads touched. Sanyogita pushed against him with all her strength, but it was no use.

Desperate to explain himself, Prithvi pleaded with her. "You can't leave me, Jaan. ”

Sanyogita struggled to free herself, her eyes blazing. "Let me go! You're suffocating me!"

Prithvi's grip tightened, his eyes wild. "I won't let you go until you listen to me!”

She turned away, her shoulders shaking with sobs. "It's too late, Prithvi. Too late.”

Sanyogita quickened her pace, trying to evade Prithvi's presence. But Prithvi regained consciousness and pursued her, his long strides catching up to her in no time. He pinned her against the wall, his hands on either side of her head, trapping her.

"Leave me, what are you doing?" she hissed, looking furious, her voice cracking with emotion. Her eyes blazed with anger, her chest heaving with ragged breaths.

Prithvi stood in front of her, his eyes red and swollen from crying. His face was etched with pain and desperation. Her angry hiss cut through the silence, making him feel even more broken.

"Mein bol raha hoon na bar bar!!" he yelled, his voice breaking with rage. "You cannot take my child away from me!" He slammed his fists against the wall on either side of her head, making her flinch.

Sanyogita's face contorted with anger and disgust as she glared at Prithvi. "Don't you ever dare to take my child's name in your ugly mouth again!" she spat out, her voice laced with venom. "It is solely mine, my baby."

Prithvi's heart ached as he tried to reason with her. He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. " Sanyo , please listen to me. I know I made a mistake, but I'll do anything to make it right. Don't take my child away from me."

But Sanyogita's expression only hardened. Her eyes were blazing with fury as she made it clear, "You had lost the right to even mention my baby. You have forfeited that privilege by trying to murder my child."

Prithvi's face crumpled, his body sagging against the wall. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his breath knocked out of him. He knew he'd messed up, but he never thought he'd lose his child.

Sanyogita's voice was cold, detached. "This is my final caution to avoid contact with me or my child unless you are aware of Sanyogita Sharma's point percentage. If you dare to set evil eyes on my child once more, I will never spare you."

Prithvi's eyes welled up with tears as he realised the extent of his loss. His heart was pounding faster, even breathing felt difficult to him watching him happily ever after crumpled down into pieces, he cannot do anything.

Sanyogita's voice was cold, hard, and detached as she addressed her husband. She stood tall, her shoulders squared, her eyes flashing with anger. "Before we parted ways, there's one last thing I want to say." She paused, her gaze piercing through Prithvi's soul.

Prithvi's eyes widened, his face pale, as he took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture. "Sanyogita, please...don't say that," he pleaded, his voice shaking.

Sanyogita's voice dripped with venom. "I know you never loved me, but I refuse to be selfish like you. You want freedom, and you shall have it." She spat out the words, her lips curling in disgust.

Prithvi's face contorted in anguish. "That's not true Jaan . I loved you, I still love you," he protested, his voice cracking.

She turned away, her movements swift and decisive, and walked to the closet. She pulled out a box and began to fill it with the items Prithvi had given her. Her hands moved with precision, her fingers trembling with rage.

Prithvi's eyes followed her, his body frozen in shock. He took a step forward, his hand reaching out, but Sanyogita's words stopped him.

"I will return every single item you ever gave to me, except for those brushes that you handed to me earlier today." She slammed the box shut, her eyes flashing with anger.

Prithvi's face contorted in anguish. "You're taking everything away from me...our love, our life...our child," he whispered, his eyes filling with tears.

Sanyogita's voice was cold, detached. "As of now, I have resigned from your wife's position. And don't you worry, I won't ask for anything in return except that you simply leave my child alone." She turned to face him, her eyes blazing with fury.

Prithvi's eyes widened, his face pale, as he took a step back, his hands raised in a defensive gesture.

Sanyogita's words dripped with venom. "If you dare to cause any harm or even lay an evil eye on my child, I will forget that you were ever my husband." She spat out the words, her lips curling in disgust.

Prithvi's body shook, his eyes filling with tears, as Sanyogita delivered the final blow. "I would never hurt our child, Sanyogita. I swear on my life," he pleaded, his voice shaking.

"And let me make this very clear, do not ever try to contact me again in the future." She turned away, her movements swift and decisive.

Prithvi's face contorted in anguish, his body language defeated. He knew he had lost her.

Sanyogita's voice was cold, detached. "Our next and last meeting will be in court. You will be receiving the divorce papers very soon." She walked away, leaving Prithvi standing alone, his world shattered.

A solitary tear escaped from his left eye, tracing a path down his cheek. His body shook, his eyes filling with tears, as the weight of her final words echoed relentlessly in his mind.

The worker, who had been watching the scene unfold, quickly looked away, not wanting to intrude on the couple's private moment. But she couldn't help but hear the shouting, the accusations, the pain.

Prithvi's shoulders slumped, his body language defeated. He knew he had lost Sanyogita, at least for now. He

Sanyogita, before walking out of the room, spat with a cold and stern voice. "I don't want to see your face again. Ever."

The worker, who had been watching the scene, felt a pang of sadness. She had seen the couple's love, their laughter, their joy. And now, she saw their pain, their anger, their heartbreak.

She quietly slipped out of the living room, leaving the couple to their sorrow. But she couldn't shake off the feeling that something was terribly wrong, that the love that had once burned so bright was now flickering out.

Suddenly, everything around them became paused, as if time itself had stopped. Prithvi's eyes snapped back into focus, and he regained control of his emotions. With a jerk, he turned around and caught Sanyogita by her arms, his grip firm but gentle.

"Leave me, Prithvi," Sanyogita pleaded, trying to wriggle free from his grasp. But Prithvi's arms only tightened around her, his fingers digging gently into her skin

With a swift motion, he swept her off her feet, cradling her like a bride, and carried her into their master bedroom. The soft glow of the table lamp cast a warm, golden light on their entwined figures, illuminating the desire etched on their faces.

Prithvi gently set her down, but Sanyogita stepped back, her eyes widening as she noticed the intense gaze he fixed on her. He began to stalk towards her with slow, deliberate steps, his eyes burning with a fierce passion.

Fear fluttered in Sanyogita's chest as she retreated, her pelvis hitting the plush carpet first. She felt herself slipping back, her heart racing with the fear of losing everything she held dear, including her unborn child. But Prithvi caught her by the waist, holding her tightly, his grip a reassuring anchor in the storm of her emotions.

As she opened her eyes, she found herself staring into Prithvi's soft, romantic gaze. His eyes were broken, but full of love. His pupils dilated as he stared at her, his gaze drinking in every feature of her face. A stray strand of hair fell across his forehead, adding to his endearing and vulnerable look.

"Kehi nahi jaogi tum, na mujhe chodh kar na hai is Ghar ko chod kar," he whispered, his voice husky with emotion. His breath caressed her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Sanyogita's heart raced as she felt Prithvi's warm breath on her skin. She tried to push him away, but Prithvi's arms were like steel bands around her. He held her close, his chest heaving with emotion, as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.

The room around them was a blur, but Sanyogita's gaze fell on the familiar surroundings - the king-size bed, the dresser, the closet. Everything seemed normal, yet everything felt different. The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken emotions.

Prithvi's soft whisper accelerated Sanyogita's heart, making it race with anticipation. "I know you're angry with me, but I'll clear up all your misunderstandings soon. And forget about our divorce. Till I'm breathing, nobody can pull you away from me." His words were laced with conviction, his voice husky with emotion, as he took a step closer to her.

Sanyogita's heart skipped multiple beats as she stared up at Prithvi, her mind racing with conflicting emotions. Part of her still wanted to believe him, to trust him, to fall into his arms and forget the pain he had caused. But another part of her was screaming to resist, to fight back, to protect herself from further heartache. She took a step back, her hands raised to ward him off, but Prithvi's arms wrapped around her, pulling her close.

Prithvi's face drew closer to hers, his lips inches from her mouth. Sanyogita closed her eyes, feeling a mix of disgust and anger. She didn't want to kiss him, didn't want to give in to her desires. But as Prithvi's lips brushed against her nose, she felt her knees weaken, her resistance crumbling. Her body swayed towards him, as if drawn by an invisible force.

Prithvi's eyes roamed over her face, his gaze adoring. He kissed her forehead, surprising her, and whispered, "I'll not do anything wrong, you know your husband, Jaan. And I know you still love me. Just wait here for your husband and take care of yourself." His lips lingered on her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

Sanyogita hissed, feeling a lone tear roll down her cheek as Prithvi left the room, closing the door behind him. She felt trapped, alone with her thoughts, her emotions in turmoil. She looked around the room, taking in the familiar surroundings - the plush carpet, the king-size bed, the dresser. But everything felt different now, tainted by the pain and betrayal she had suffered.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm her racing heart. She knew she had to make a choice - to forgive or to forget, to love or to hate. The choice was hers, and hers alone.

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