Rishabh Khurana was a successful businessman, known for his sharp mind and ruthless attitude. He was feared by many and loved by none. His rude and arrogant demeanor made it difficult for people to approach him, and his short temper was legendary.
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Aradhana's Pov
I sat on the floor, my knees hugging my chest as I cried. I felt so helpless and lost. The tears just wouldn't stop flowing, no matter how much I tried to control them. My heart felt heavy, burdened with the weight of my emotions. But I had no one to turn to, no one to share my pain with.
After crying for what felt like hours, I finally managed to compose myself. I got up and went to the bathroom to wash my face, hoping to wash away the sadness and frustration that had consumed me. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but feel sorry for the reflection staring back at me. I was a broken woman, trapped in a loveless, respectless marriage.
I tried to distract myself by going to the kitchen to make dinner, but the thought of facing him made my heart ache even more. I didn't know how to ask him or how to communicate with him. So I just waited at the dining table, hoping that he would notice my presence and come to me. But as the night went on, I grew tired and eventually fell asleep on the dining table.
The next morning, I woke up to find myself in our room, in his bed. I was alone, and for a moment, I couldn't believe it. It felt like a dream, as if I had been transported to a different reality. I didn't know what to feel or what to think. But I knew one thing for sure: I was grateful to be away from him, even if it was just for one night.
I got up and went about my morning routine, trying to push away the memories of the previous night. I wore a simple red suit with silver earrings, bangles, and my wedding ring. As I looked at myself in the mirror, I couldn't help but wonder if this was the life I had always dreamed of. A life filled with pain, loneliness, and heartache.
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I went downstairs, where Granny was already setting up the table for breakfast. She was the only person in this house who showed me kindness and love. She was my only source of comfort in this loveless marriage. As she saw me, she smiled warmly and said, 'Good morning, sweetheart. Sit and have breakfast with me.'
I sat down at the table, but I couldn't bring myself to eat. I was lost in my thoughts, my mind consumed with the events of the previous night. Granny noticed my distracted state and said, 'Rishabh went to London for some urgent work in the early morning.'
I didn't say anything; I just continued to stare at my plate. After breakfast, I mustered up the courage to ask Granny if I could go and meet my mother. She looked at me with a gentle smile and said, 'You don't have to get permission to meet your mother. Wherever you want, you can go meet her. You can also invite her to our home.'
