Mythili Kapoor, in her eyes,is a nobody. Her parents were always in want of a son and were granted that wish post twelve years of her birth and since then her brother Rajveer has been the apple of her parents eyes. Oh yes, she is remembered when the...
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Mythili's POV -
" Mr. Gaurav Malhotra, my wife is your nobody, just like all the other members of my family." Shivaay took two steps ahead of me, glaring at the man.
As I listened to Shivaay, my mind gradually processed the unfolding situation. The man before us was Shivaay's father.
"Shivaay, I expected..." he began to say, but my husband cut him off abruptly.
"Expected? What makes you think you can expect anything from me, Mr. Malhotra?" Shivaay's voice thundered, and I couldn't help but shiver at his intensity.
A wave of hurt passed across his father's face before he concealed it, regaining his composure.
"You're letting Anamika marry a woman? I will never allow that. This can never happen. Has your mother forgotten her roots, her traditions?" He questioned with such a stern tone that it sent shivers down my spine.
"My mother's traditions are always about love, acceptance, and understanding, not bigotry and discrimination. Besides, you hold no authority over me or my family. I would like to see you try and obstruct my family in their choices, and you will quickly realise the gravity of your misjudgment in meddling with anything that closely concerns them." Shivaay retorted, his words cutting through the air like a sharp blade.
" Shivaay." I moved a step closer and laid my hand on his bicep, hoping to calm the fire that was burning inside him.
" Not now Mythili." He breathed, his fingers tenderly enveloping my hand before slowly releasing it.
" My boy, don't be a fool." his father's words cut through the tension. Shivaay's entire being went rigid, his stance firm, and his fists clenched without conscious thought. His eyes, once ablaze with seething anger mere moments ago, now bore the heavy weight of a haunting past, as though the weight of his own history had etched itself into the depths of his gaze. They seemed to plead for words he couldn't find.
" See, this is why I had to beat this disobedience out of your mother and you. Something you inherited from her. You know, I wasn't wrong....." He continued, his words flowing like a relentless tide. "You know, I wasn't mistaken..."
This time, I couldn't let him go any further, and it was me who intervened to halt his words.
Enough. That's more than enough." I declared firmly.
Without hesitation, I moved forward and positioned myself in front of Shivaay. My hand sought his, our fingers naturally intertwining as a form of assurance that I was right here, with him. For him.
" Mr. Malhotra, I really don't appreciate the way you are speaking to my husband at the moment and I am extremely sorry to burst your bubble of arrogance but boasting about how you physically abused your own family hardly qualifies as a mark of true masculinity. You are a criminal and nothing more." I said, trying my best to keep my voice steady and confident.
