zeal of his love

"Exception Case"

Hey everyone, Here I'm with the next one...

Balancing the tray of breakfast in one hand, Riddhima knocked on the door with the other one twice before finally entering the sacred study room of her dear deadly husband. Her mind was still stuck on this morning, unable to erase the image of Vansh with a gun.

Placing the tray on the table, Riddhima looked around, but no one was around.

"Huh, staff told me he was here only, where the hell did this man go?"

Huffing to myself, I was about to leave when one particular corner of this large study caught my undivided attention.

The right side of the room, just beside the door attached to the wall was the shelf decorated with books.

What kind of books must he have to kill boredom? Does he even get bored? what does he like to read?

Such questions made their way to my head.

"Kagaz ke tukdo se mera muqabala nahi kar paogi Riddhima. Pen, is not mightier than the sword in my world."

I remembered his words from the time when he proposed to me for marriage. Wait, did I just say propose, oh, no no, the correct word would be force.

The memory is still crystal clear to me. It was just a day before yesterday.

flashback:

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After exposing and beating up Aryan in front of his entire family for molesting me I packed my stuff, and wrote a resignation letter went to my employer, Vansh's room no knocking or waiting, I just directly barged.

"what the hell is this behaviour?",

Seeing his angry face, I scoffed.

"Yes, this very questions you should ask your brother Mr. Rai Singhania",

I replied handing him the letter, a bored expression on my face.

"what's this??",

"You can read right? Afterall you're rich business",

I replied to his question, stressing on the word rich because of his spoilt brat sister Ishani's regular taunts of me not being one.

"This is ridiculous, you're not allowed to leave", he growled at me.

"I never asked for your permission", I stated, staring defiantly at his blazing eyes. Folding my hands on my chest.

he clenched his fist, crumbling the paper with it. His nostrils flared as he stared at me. A part of me was really scared but what I went through was not something I'm willing to forget, not when the culprit will be right in front of my eyes, every single day, running amok without any punishment. My self-respect is not something I'm ready to give up on. No matter what.

"But," he was about to start again when I showed him my palm asking him to stop.

"Mr. Rai Singhania, your brother barged into my room and molested me. If I were not recording my session and notes of Sia's therapy to share with my senior doctor, I would never have had proof of his guilt and your family would have easily put the entire blame on me, branding me characterless. Every single member of your family is aware of the kind of man he is still no one questioned but were busy hurling insults at me and putting a question mark on my morals.

Your sister Ishani, Your aunt, hell even you asked me that disgusting that whether I'm involved with your brother. Na jany kitna kuch bola sabne.