A Tryst With Destiny ||Billionaire's Bride||

24. Sweet Monster.

"Choti dulhan!" I heard Vitthal uncle calling me from a distance and stopped on my way to my room. He came to me holding a carton in his hands.

"The things inside this carton belong to Aditya. Bhawna madam wanted you to take hold of them. Where shall I keep it?"

I quietly guided Vitthal uncle to keep the box in our room, on the left side of the space which belongs to Aditya. He'll decide what to do with them.

When I was about to shut the door, another butler came with few albums. Keeping them over the carton, he left.

I bolted the door and sank on the floor with my knees drawn up to my chest. Tears escape my eyes and I make no attempt to stop them. I hate everything happening around me Krishna ji. I hate that even after his rude behaviour I feel bad for hurting him. His bleak eyes twist something inside me. I hate that I care about him. I hate that I'm so vulnerable before him.

I hate that I just can't hate him.

I want to believe that he's a bad guy but my heart knows he isn't. I cannot wash away the feeling of his arms around me from my heart when I was crying for Aniket, when I'd lost all the hope in life and his optimistic words were my only solace. Why was his touch and embrace so soothing that I want to feel it again?

He's correct. You are dumb Adira. You want the same person who had hurt you, to heal you. You are absolutely stupid.

There was a knock on the door and I wipe away the tears from my face before opening it. Rudra stood outside with a small smile on his face. I sighed deeply and opened the door wide for him to enter.

"Rudra I..." I fumbled, swallowing the lump as I felt awkward to ask him to go away. I didn't want to have any conversation, especially about what just happened.

"You don't have to give me any explanation Adira, I understand your frustration and complaints and believe me, so does he." My eyes shot up as he talked about him. Impossible!

"I know you don't believe me but that's the truth, his truth. He won't ever come to you to explain himself, I wish he would. And I am not here to justify his wrong doings to you. I am here to tell you that you don't have to be apologetic for doing the right thing by yourself. You don't have to be guilty for standing against him for your respect even if it hurts him."

His words were comforting and tears pooled in my eyes.

"I don't want to hurt him Rudra but... No matter what, whenever we talk, it ends up in an argument and us hurting each other. We are so toxic for each other that I wish I had some solution to this." I murmured painfully.

"You. Are. The. Solution. Adira." He emphasized on each word that I could hardly believe. I sniffed and went to sit on the bed.

"I'm the problem Rudra." I say after a pause when he takes his seat on the couch.

"You aren't hurting him. He's hurting you and himself and somewhere we all, his family is responsible for this. He's not jealous, he's insecure and we have made him feel so. In the last month, we all were so concerned about the fact he shouldn't hurt you that we forgot in the process, we are hurting him. The wounds are old.... I am so sorry that you are bearing the consequences of it." Guilt shone in his eyes as he spoke in a heavy voice.

"You or anyone else isn't responsible for his actions. He himself is. His derogatory remarks ..."

"When someone considers the entire world as his enemy, he doesn't necessarily needs a reason to make sure that you hate him." He cuts me off, rising on his feet and crossing the distance between us. I stand up too. What is he talking about?