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Chapter 12

"Trust me, I tried. I really did. I fought for myself but I couldn't win over my past. That doesn't mean I am weak..."

"Mama will teach you everything."

"Baby, you are the best."

"Do you know what you do to me?"

"I love you so much, baby."

"Baby, meet my friends."

"Come on, entertain us."

"You are going to love it."

"Don't tell anyone or you know what will happen."

"Won't you say hello to mama?"

"Come here and give mama a hug."

"I have a surprise for you."

"Do you like it?"

"Did you forget everything?"

"How dare you talk back to me?"

Her voice echoed in his ear, swirling around him and enveloping him in the clouds of his dark past. And then, the memories of his dreadful childhood flashed through his head, becoming loud and clear until his heart hurt and he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Please... no... no...." Atharva whimpered, rolling and thrashing against the mattress as his body shook violently. Beads of sweat covered his forehead, sliding to his face and neck, making him all wet and sticky. Warm tears glided down his cheeks when he saw her approach him with a sweet smile plastered on her face. A smile that was reserved only for him, and that look...it sent chills down his spine.

"Leave me alone. Pl-Please." His voice was barely more than a whisper, but all his pleas fell on deaf ears, and yet again, he found himself curled up in the corner of her room, sobbing. He tightened his arms around himself and shut his eyes, welcoming the darkness.

His eyes fluttered open and he immediately sat up on the bed, clutching his head to stop the world from spinning as he gasped for air.

After a moment, he chanced a glance around his surroundings and heaved a sigh of relief, realizing he was in his room and it was just another bad dream.

He groaned.

Why wouldn't she leave me alone?

He reached over to switch off the lamp beside his bed, and that's when his eyes fell upon the cuts he'd created. The blood had already dried but the wounds hadn't healed. His eyes landed on the blue sheet which was stained too. He sucked in a sharp breath and scrambled to his feet. Quickly pulling off his bedsheet, he went straight to the bathroom and dumped it inside the washing machine. After that, he took out the first-aid kit from the cabinet and cleaned up his wounds, bandaging them carefully.

He didn't know whether to relax or slap himself for what he did. It had taken him years to learn to control himself from self-harming, and here he was, doing the same thing. If Dr. Gupta knew, he would be shocked out of his wits. How could he possibly tell the doctor he was fine one day, and he cut himself the next day? Heck, what will his wife think? And that made him pause. What if she'd heard him? Had she come into his room after he had passed out? He shook his head at his absurd thought. The door was locked, and he'd made sure to be quiet through the pain.

He decided to take a quick shower, trying his best to keep the bandages dry in the process. He changed into his usual office clothes and ran a hand through his wet hair before slipping into his shoes and heading to the kitchen.

He had been so cooped up in his thoughts, he had totally forgotten to see the time. But after finding Aahana in the kitchen, he knew he had gotten ready for nothing.

Suddenly he stilled, his mind going haywire as he recalled what had happened yesterday.

He knew why Urvashi had taken him to her room, and how he ended up in that condition, but Aahana didn't, yet she hadn't asked him a single question. Instead, she had stayed beside him throughout the party, playing the role of a caring and loving wife. And the way she'd held his hand, he couldn't make out anything of it. After all, he was always so cold to her, and she was gentle and pleasant to him.

"Here." Aahana placed a plate full of scrambled eggs on toast, with a cup of coffee on the dining table and gestured for him to sit.

He gave a slight nod and took his seat, eating silently as his mind pondered over Aahana again and again. He watched her move around the kitchen with natural grace, a soft hum escaping her lips which sounded angelic to his ears. She grabbed her own plate and sat down opposite him. Her fingers moved to tuck a loose strand of her hair behind her ear as she eyed her food with a deep scowl. She bit her bottom lip and picked her knife and fork to slice her toast before tentatively taking a bite.

She swallowed it and scrunched up her nose in a strangely adorable manner.

Atharva hid a smile.

And he didn't know when, but he was already questioning her out loud. "You don't like it?"

She froze mid-bite and looked up at him, confusion and shock clear on her face. "Huh?"

"You don't like what you are eating," Atharva said slowly, glancing at her plate and back at her.

She flushed. "Uh, no. It's just...I-I like to eat heavy breakfast. You know aloo paratha, poha—" His eyebrows shot up, a look of incredulity crossing his features. She abruptly shut up, picked her half-eaten plate, and almost ran into the kitchen. Atharva took the time to look at her and frowned. She didn't have an ounce of fat on her, in fact, she was absolutely fit. He remembered the navy blue dress she wore, and how it flaunted her enviable curves perfectly.

"I work out!" Aahana blurted, her cheeks redder than a tomato if that was possible when she found Atharva checking her out.

"Oh," Atharva said as heat crept his neck. He coughed awkwardly and looked down at his plate.

Had he really thought that?

For years, all he did was hate women. They were like a jigsaw puzzle— impossible to solve, and no matter how hard you tried, you could never understand them and their constant mood swings. They said something but did something else.

As if that wasn't enough, they were dangerous and manipulative, a lethal combination. The real cause of chaos in the world. Never put your trust in them, or you will be scarred for life.

And love? Gah, don't even get started on that word. Love was for fools. It only brought heartache and suffering. No person in their right mind would want to fall in love and go through all those fucked up feelings. In fact, he didn't believe in love, love wasn't real.

He shook his head and sipped his coffee. Why was he thinking all that anyway?

No more words were exchanged as Atharva finished his breakfast and left for the office whilst Aahana washed their plates and placed them inside the cabinet.

A small smile played on her lips as she made her way to her room. She still couldn't believe that he spoke to her willingly. Her inner high school girly self wanted to squeal in happiness but she refrained herself from looking mentally challenged.

Right at that moment, she had wanted to ask him everything, but the chances of him telling her his secrets were nil. So deciding to take baby steps, she let it slide.

She glanced at the clock hanging on her blue wall and gasped in panic. Hurriedly she threw on a knee-length dark dress and tied her hair in a high ponytail, few free strands framing her face.

Damn, I am going to be late today, she thought as she stuffed all the important files she'd brought from work inside her bag and drove to the office.

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