If it weren't for the seriousness in Kapoor's eyes, Vihaan would have been convinced that his father was joking, that the nonsense spewing out of his father's lips was a big joke. But he knew it wasn't. So he sat there, shocked beyond words, barely able to comprehend the words he was hearing.
"Vihaan?"
He heard his name but didn't respond. What else was left to say?
"Vihaan, I know this wasn't part of the plan but you need to look at the bright side; at least Kyra gets to live in all of this, at least she gets to walk away alive. Frankly..."
"Stop it!" Vihaan yelled. "I don't know what sort of sick joke you or that monster of a man who calls himself Kyra's father is up to and frankly, I don't care! Both of you can burn in hell and I wouldn't care!"
"You, Vihaan, crossed a line when you put your hands on Mr. Jindal, not me! You must pay for the consequences of your actions and the man wants that price to be your marriage. A marriage you absolutely despised in the beginning, a marriage that was only entered into because we needed to kill her and get her money..."
Vihaan released a frustrated breath. Surrounded! He was surrounded by blood thirst hounds whose joy was derived from the pain and sadness of other people.
"I thought we could get Mr Jindal's wealth but it turns out, we can't. We can all move on with our lives when we let Kyra go. I thought this is what you've always wanted." Kapoor placed a compassionate hand on Vihaan's shoulder but he shrugged Kapoor's hand off.
Kapoor heaved a breath and rose to his feet. Turning to face Vihaan who sat on the bed, "please don't make me turn to plan B, Vihaan because I really thought I could reason with you."
Of course, Vihaan should have seen this coming; a threat. Somehow, his father always had to have his way. It didn't matter what Vihaan wanted, it didn't matter what Kyra wanted, all that mattered was what their controlling fathers wanted.
First it was his father's sinister plan to switch Kyra's drugs and kill her —a plan that would have worked if Vihaan hadn't stepped in and tried to save her life. A plan that caused him to draw close to her because he needed to protect her and then he fell in love with her.
Then it was Macy. A controversy strong enough to shake their marriage to its very core. It was strong enough to gain Kyra's mistrust. Strong enough to have her move around bearing the pain of his infidelity and strong enough to leave him expecting an illegitimate child with a prostitute. And while Kyra insisted she had forgiven him, he knew she hadn't fully forgiven him.
Now this! Divorce Kyra! Her father wanted him to divorce her!
Why was the universe against them? What was it about their love that their parents just couldn't accept?!
He made a fist and clenched his teeth. A part of him wanted to punch his father. A part of him wanted to yell. There was a part that wanted to storm out of the door and run off with Kyra. But Vihaan knew he had to sit here and listen. He needed to know the extent of his father's plan before he could come up with a way of escape.
"If you refuse to divorce Kyra, I'll tell her the real reason you married her, which is to have her killed and come into her fortune." Kapoor raised a brow.
Vihaan nearly laughed. So that was his father's plan? To accuse Vihaan of trying to kill Kyra? It was insane simply because Kyra would never choose to trust Kapoor over Vihaan.
A smile played at the corners of Vihaan's lips for the first time that evening. "Really, Father, and how do you plan on convincing Kyra of this?"
A clever smile settled on Kapoor's face, filling Vihaan with dread. "I have you on record, Vihaan. And that's not all, I have proof that you, Vihaan have been switching Kyra's drugs which was the main reason for her heart attack. As it is, Kyra knows who has been administering her drugs, she knows you took the responsibility away from..."
Vihaan's breathing became laboured as he listened to his father speak, rendering him completely speechless.
His father knew he administered Kyra's drugs himself?! How did he find out? What record?! He did not remember agreeing to kill Kyra!
...But you didn't refuse either...
It was all a plan? His father had worked hard to ensnare him in a trap that could cause Kyra to despise him. The worst part was the revelation that Kyra almost died because his father switched her drugs.
He shook his head —no, that wasn't the worst part. The worst thing was the fact that every single day, Vihaan handed Kyra the poison that nearly cost her her life.
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"I have proof that you, Vihaan have been switching Kyra's drugs which was the main reason for her heart attack."
Kyra nearly choked on her tears as she ran down the stairs and out of the front door. She couldn't think. She knew if she gave herself the opportunity to think, she'd break down in tears and would be unable to move. And Kyra knew she needed desperately to move. She needed to run, as fast as she could, if she was going to survive the pain in her heart that nearly crippled her.
Once out of the gates, she flagged down a taxi and settled inside.
"Where to, Ma'am?" The driver inquired.
Kyra didn't know if she could speak in response to his question for fear her tears would burst forth when she needed to keep them at bay.
"Ma'am?" He sounded impatient.
She nodded furiously before opening her mouth and squeaking out the address; Poojah's house. She remembered the address from when she was twelve and had snuck there with Poojah. It was a small house in the slum of the city, housing Poojah's parents and nine of her siblings. Eight now, considering her sister got married.
Kyra clasped her hands together in her lap, her gaze focused on the buildings that flew by as the taxi sped down the road. She wondered about the people that lived in those buildings; were they happy? Were they poor? Did they have a father that killed their mother? Did they have a husband who tried to kill them? Were they people of influence?
Her mind worked furiously, refusing to focus on Vihaan. She glanced up at the blue sky, watching as the birds spread their wings, allowing themselves to be carried by the wind as they soared.
She stared at the moving ground. Were there ants in the soil? What would it feel like to live as an ant? Would she be forced into a marriage with a man who'd try to kill her? She let out a pained laugh, a streak of tear slipping down her cheeks as she shook her head. Ants didn't marry. Of course they had a queen who ruled the colony and had more ants.
The car came to a halt before the building and the driver waited for her to pay. Kyra had forgotten about the fact that she had no money on her.
"Will you give me a few seconds?" She begged the driver who just nodded to her words.
Pushing the door open, she stepped into the street. It had gotten worse since the last time she was here; it almost seemed like poverty had a face. Children with tattered clothes ran past her, skin clinging to thin bones. A few women sat before their little houses, their eyes fixed on Kyra and her expensive sari.
Glancing down at herself, Kyra realized she was clothed in wealth. She turned to the driver, pulled off her gold earrings and placed them in his hands. The man stared at her with wide eyes but didn't utter another word before driving off.
"Kyra?"
She whirled around at her name. Poojah stood before the doorway of the little shack of a building, wide eyed.
A smile settled on Poojah's face as she half ran down the small stairs and wrapped her arms around Kyra. Once in Poojah's arms, Kyra's tears could no longer be tamed as they made their way easily down her face.
Hurt, Kyra fell to her knees on the dirty streets, her arms wrapped around Poojah's legs as she wept.
Copyright © 2017 Lily Orevba All rights reserved.
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A/N
Hey guys! I'm back. I'm so sorry for the long wait, it's annoying how school comes between me and my writing. I'm terribly sorry i went away. I'm back now to finish. I think this story has lasted too long.
Also, how have you guys been?