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“YOU ARE TOO FULL OF LIFE
TO BE HALF LOVED BY SOMEONE”
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Isha stepped into the garden, The scent of fresh jasmine lingered in the cool night air, but it did nothing to soothe the unease coiling in her chest.
Then she saw it.
She just froze for a second, not believing that it was real or just her mind playing tricks on her. All her insecurities, which she had tried to ignore after that conversation with that woman, came crashing down on her like a wave crashing against her heart.
Rudra stood in front of her, his back towards her, and that woman was wrapped around him, her hands on his neck.
For a moment, Isha couldn’t move, couldn’t breathe. Maybe this was a cruel trick of her mind, a hallucination conjured by the insecurities she had tried so hard to bury.
Maybe if she blinked, the scene would dissolve, and she would find herself foolish for even doubting him.
But then, the woman looked towards her and smiled.
That smile cut her heart like a knife, like she was trying to say she was right about all those things she had said earlier.
It was the kind of smile that didn’t need words, a silent victory, a confirmation of everything she had whispered in Isha’s ears earlier that night.
I told you. You’ll never be enough for him.
“No …no… this is not happening…” The words played in her mind like a loop as she ran away from there. Not caring about the party or if anyone noticed her, tears streaming down her face as she ran away from there.
When she was far enough from the party, her legs gave out beneath her. She crumbled to the ground, her knees scraping against the cold earth. A strangled sob tore from her throat, raw and aching.
She sobbed like a child, clutching her chest.
She had never loved before. Before him, she was happy the way she was in her own little world.
But his love, his care had won her heart.
The way he always protected her, took care of the smallest things, treated her with so much care.
Never disrespected her in any way.
Then why?
Why this…?
“If he really wanted someone like her in his life, why marry me in the first place?” Her voice trembled, thick with betrayal.
Why show her so much love that now she can’t imagine a life for herself in which he’s not a part?
She wiped her tears away with trembling fingers, but they kept falling, endless and unstoppable.
As she stood up, walking aimlessly, not even knowing where she was going or where she was.
She just wanted to go away from that place as far as possible.
She remembered their conversation the night before, about their future, their home, and the promise of always being together.
Now everything was like a thunderclap, making it hard for her to breathe.
A bitter laugh escaped her lips, sharp and pained.
“That’s how hearts get broken,
you know,when you believe in promises.”
She rose to her feet, her body numb, her heart in ruins. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she needed to keep moving. Because if she stopped, if she let herself feel the full weight of this betrayal, she wasn’t sure if she would survive it.
She had no idea how far she had wandered until the streetlights became dim and the road was almost deserted, save for a few late-night wanderers and occasional passing car.
She wiped her eyes, taking a deep breath, trying to push away the ache in her chest.
“Hey sweetheart, lost?”
The voice was unfamiliar, laced with something that sent a shiver down her spine.
Isha stiffened, her fingers curling into fists as she turned to see a man standing a feew feet away.
His eyes roamed over her, a smirk playing on his lips.
Isha took a step back,”stay away”.
She said trying her best to appear strong.
“Aww, don’t be like that,”the man chuckled, takinga step closer.”i see you are all alone…….i can give you company”
Fear coiled in her stomach. Her pulse quickened as she looked around, but the street was too empty.
No one to help
No one to hear her if she screamed.
The man reached out suddenly, his fingers grazing her arm.
“Don’t touch me!” She snapped, jerking away, her heart hammering in her chest.
But he only laughed, stepping closer.
“Oh come on, don’t play hard to getβ”
A blur of movement. A vicious snarl. And then a sickening crack as Rudra’s fist collided with the man’s face, sending him stumbling to the ground.
Isha gasped, her eyes widening as Rudra didn’t stop. He was ruthless, his punches landing with a fury that made the other man cry out in agony.
“How fucking dare you touch her?” Rudra’s voice was deadly, each word laced with venom as he landed another blow.
“You think you can put your filthy hands on her and walk away?”
The man whimpered, blood dripping from his nose. “P-please-“
“She is mine,” Rudra growled, grabbing the man by his collar, his knuckles bruised and trembling with rage.
“If you ever so much as look at her again, I swear I will end you.”
“Rudra-stop!” she called, her voice trembling.
He didn’t seem to hear her at first. His knuckles were bloodied, his jaw tight with fury. But then he glanced at her, saw the tears in her eyes, the way she trembled. His expression shifted-softened.
With a sharp breath, he shoved the man away, glaring down at him. “Get lost before I change my mind.” His voice was low, lethal. The man scrambled away without another word, limping into the darkness.
Then, Rudra turned to her.
Her gaze flickered over him-his disheveled state, his bruised knuckles. A broken sob escaped her lips as she ran to him, throwing herself into his arms. Her face pressed against his chest, the warmth of him grounding her, soothing the fear that still clung to her.
Rudra held her tight, one hand slipping into her hair, the other wrapped securely around her waist. His lips pressed to the top of her head. “Shh… I’m here,” he murmured, his voice rough but gentle.
But inside, he was burning. The thought of what could have happened if he had arrived a moment later made his entire body tremble with fury. He wanted to go after that bastard, make him pay for even looking at her the wrong way-but he couldn’t. Not now. Not when she needed him.
“I’m here, baby. Calm down,” he whispered, stroking her back in slow, soothing motions.
She nodded against his chest, gripping his shirt like a lifeline.
The sound of an approaching car broke the moment. Adi pulled up beside them, his expression unreadable as he took in the scene. Rudra had called him, needing help to find her.
Without a word, Adi unlocked the car, understanding everything without asking questions.
Rudra guided Isha to the passenger seat, sliding in beside her, keeping her tucked against his side. Her fingers clung to him, her breathing uneven as the exhaustion from the night began to settle over her.
Adi didn’t say a word as he drove them home.
When they arrived, Rudra wasted no time. He lifted her into his arms the moment they stepped out of the car, carrying her inside.
No one questioned it. No one spoke.
He walked straight to their bedroom, placing her gently on the bed. She looked small, fragile, her head bowed as if trying to make herself invisible.
He turned to leave, but her hand shot out, grabbing his wrist. She didn’t look up, but her grip was firm, desperate.
The sight broke him.
“I’m just getting some water,” he reassured her, squeezing her hand gently.
She didn’t let go immediately, but after a moment, her fingers loosened. He exhaled slowly, brushing his thumb over her knuckles before stepping away.
He returned a moment later with a glass of water.
Without a word, he extended it toward her. Isha reached out with trembling hands, trying to take it, but the moment he saw her struggle, he sighed and sat beside her on the bed. Gently, he lifted the glass to her lips, guiding it as she took small sips.
After ensuring she had enough, he placed the glass on the bedside table. His expression remained unreadable as he studied her, his gaze heavy with emotions he hadn’t yet voiced.
She kept her head bowed, refusing to meet his eyes.
“Why?”
The single word cut through the silence like a blade. She knew what he was asking. Why had she left the party alone? Why had she wandered off like that, putting herself in danger? But did he really not know?
He exhaled sharply and took her cold hands in his, squeezing them. “At least tell me what happened, Isha. Why did you leave the party alone? Tonight-if I hadn’t come in time-” He stopped, his voice cracking slightly. But the fear in his tone was unmistakable.
Her throat tightened. She stared at their joined hands as if willing herself to stay composed.
Then, in a barely audible whisper, she said, “I saw you with her.”
A lone tear escaped her eye, rolling down her cheek.
Realization hit him like a punch to the gut. His jaw clenched. His fists curled. It was her. That woman.
Because of her pathetic attempt to get close to him, his wife had been put in danger tonight. If anything had happened to Isha because of that woman’s manipulations, he would have made her life a living hell.
Not that he planned to let her off now either. She will fucking pay for tonight.
His fingers found Isha’s chin, tilting her face up gently. “Isha, look at me,” he said firmly.
She refused, her lashes still damp with tears.
“At least listen to me,” he urged. “It’s not what it looked like.”
Anger bubbled inside her, raw and sharp. “I saw exactly how it was,” she bit out, her voice trembling with hurt.
Rudra’s eyes searched hers, a storm raging within them. Then, after a beat of silence, his voice dropped to something softer. “Do you trust me?”
The quiet plea in his words made her heart ache.
“I know right now it’s hard for you, but please… just listen to me once.”
Her lips wobbled, and despite everything, more tears spilled from her eyes. How was it possible? Even after seeing something with her own eyes, she still wished-prayed-that it was all just a bad dream. That she would wake up and everything would be fine again.
But that’s what love is isn’t it ? Wanting someone to choose you even when everything seemed to be against you?
“Don’t cry, please,” Rudra murmured, brushing away her tears with his thumb, his other hand cupping her face. His touch was warm, grounding, yet it only made her tears fall faster. “It breaks my heart to see you like this.”
He exhaled, rubbing slow circles over her hand with his thumb. “Tell me what she said to you.”
She hesitated, staring at the space between them. He noticed the way her hands trembled, the way she bit her lip as if holding back more pain. His jaw tensed.
“I know she told you something earlier that triggered you.” His voice was laced with controlled fury. “Tell me.”
She swallowed hard, recalling the woman’s words-each one laced with cruelty, designed to make her feel like an outsider in Rudra’s life. And, for a moment, she had believed it.
“She told me… that you two were going to get married,” she finally admitted, forcing the words out. “That I came between you.”
Rudra’s entire body stiffened.
“What?” His voice dripped with disbelief before a humorless scoff escaped him. “That’s ridiculous.”
“But she seemed so sure…” Isha whispered. “She spoke like it was the truth.”
His jaw tightened, his grip on her hands firm but not painful. His entire demeanor radiated fury-not at her, but at the woman who dared to fill her mind with such lies.
“She lied,” he said, his voice edged with venom. “And she’s going to pay for it.”
But right now, his priority wasn’t revenge-it was her. His wife. His Isha.
He would make her believe him. He would erase every doubt in her heart. And he would make damn sure she never had to question her place in his life again.
Rudra exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening. “Yes, her father proposed it in front of my family, but I wasn’t interested in her. I had already told her that before he even came with the proposal.”
Isha stared at him in disbelief. That woman had lied-blatantly and shamelessly. But why? What would she even gain from saying such things now, when they were already married?
Rudra’s fingers curled into fists at his sides, his body vibrating with suppressed frustration. “She still chose to send him to me. But he’s an old business partner of Dad, so out of respect, I didn’t tell him the truth. I just rejected the proposal politely, saying I wasn’t interested in marriage at the time.”
His voice was sharp, clipped. But beneath the annoyance, there was something else-a simmering fury, one that was barely contained.
Isha’s hands clenched at the fabric of her dress. “Then why would she-“
“She’s desperate,” he cut in, scoffing bitterly. “But let me make one thing very clear. In no fucking way were we ever going to get married.” His tone dripped with disgust, his jaw flexing as he shook his head as if even the mere thought of it repulsed him.
Isha’s heart pounded in her chest. Then why…
“Then what about the garden?” she whispered, her voice unsteady. “I saw-“
Rudra’s entire posture stiffened. A muscle ticked in his jaw, and his fingers flexed before forming tight fists again.
“That was a misunderstanding,” he ground out, his voice lower, rougher. “It’s not what you think.”
Her stomach twisted, but she remained silent, waiting.
He took a deep breath, the tension in his frame sharp like a blade. “I went outside to take an important call. She came to me, started a conversation. Since I had no interest in her words, I began walking away. But then…” His voice dropped into something darker. “She said something that stopped me.”
His eyes darkened, something dangerous flickering in their depths, making Isha’s skin prickle.
What could she have said to anger him this much? Rudra wasn’t the kind of man to give weight to nonsense, yet his fury was palpable.
Flashback…
Rudra ended his call and turned, only to find Kriti standing in front of him, a flirty, practiced smile stretching her lips. Fake.
He sighed. “Hi.” His tone was flat, disinterested.
“So, you’re married,” she noted, swirling the drink in her glass before taking a sip, her eyes assessing him.
“Yes. What about it?”
The response seemed to catch her off guard. For a second, her expression twisted into irritation before she quickly masked it.
“I thought you weren’t ready to marry anyone,” she pressed. “But if you wanted to get married, then… why not me?”
Rudra’s patience snapped. “I don’t need to explain my life’s decisions to anyone.”
The conversation was over. He turned on his heel to leave, but her next words stopped him cold.
“But she’s nothing special.”
His spine went rigid.
Kriti’s voice was laced with frustration as she sneered from behind him. “Look at her, and then look at me. She doesn’t even understand our world. She will never be the kind of partner you want for yourself-“
“Enough!”
His voice was lethal, the raw authority in it making Kriti flinch. His entire body bristled with barely restrained rage, his nostrils flaring as he turned back to her, his whiskey-colored eyes burning with a promise of destruction.
“How fucking dare you talk about my wife like that?” His voice was low, venomous. “That too, in front of me.”
Kriti’s smirk faltered. But before she could back away, she made a final, desperate move-throwing her arms around him.
Rudra’s entire body locked in place.
What the fuck?
Her voice trembled with faux vulnerability. “I thought we were good friends,” she whined. “How can you talk to me like that?”
Rudra didn’t move for a moment, his jaw clenched so tightly it ached. Then, in one swift motion, he pried her hands off him, stepping back as if she was something foul.
“Kriti,” his voice was deathly calm, “this is my last warning.” His gaze burned into her. “And don’t even think about touching me again without my permission.”
He turned and walked away, leaving her standing there alone.
He needed to see Isha. He needed to get away from this nonsense.
Panic clawed at his chest when he couldn’t find her. His heart pounded as he pushed through the crowd, looking for her familiar form. Where was she?
Finally, he spotted his mother. “Maa, have you seen Isha?”
His mother’s brows furrowed in concern. “What happened? She was looking for you just a while ago.”
Dread settled in his stomach like lead.
“When?” he demanded.
“Just a few minutes ago.”
Fuck.
His hands curled into fists as realization struck him like a lightning bolt. She had seen. She had misunderstood.
“I’ll find her,” he assured, though his pulse thundered in his ears.
He called Adi. “Help me find Isha. Now.”
They split up, searching the dimly lit roads. She didn’t have a car, so she couldn’t have gone far. But fear gnawed at his insides, his mind spinning with worst-case scenarios.
Where are you, baby? Please be safe.
Then-
A scream.
His blood ran cold.
Isha.
Without hesitation, he sprinted in the direction of the voice, his heart hammering against his ribs. And when he saw her-
Red clouded his vision.
A man-walking toward her.
Rudra’s fists clenched so tightly his nails dug into his palms, his body coiled, ready to tear through anything standing in his way.
No one-no one-touched what was his.
Flashback ended-
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I know i suck at writing sad scenes but anyways tell me how was the chapter?
I ended everything in one ch bcz i don’t want to drag it further just bcz of a misunderstanding.
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