Thakur's Ardhangini | 18+ ✅

32| Suspicion

Arjun bhaiya groaned, his voice was low, and I gulped witnessing this side of his. He was surely not a gentleman that I was assuming. But what were they discussing? Were they talking about Rohan? I know that is Rohan is the one behind this deadly plan, but should I tell this to them?

No, they will kill him, and I will never be able to know about Thakur saheb's motives! If this is true, I will have to accept it, but what about my baby? I caressed my tummy from over the fabric, and my eyes became lachrymose extempore.

I still can't believe that my husband was involved in such a dark plan. Is this why he wasn't talking to me much? Is this where he was busy? How could he? I was shattered from inside.

"Let's go home, bhabhi!"

Arjun bhaiya interrupted the cascade of emotional turmoil that was grappling inside me. I nodded, and got settled with him in the car.

All the way, my mind was anchored at my husband. Should I talk to him? But this could alert him! Sucking on my lips, I kept analysing my thoughts that were scuffling inside my head.

I reached home, and dialed his number, exhaling sharply. I could not suspect him without talking to him. He would not lie to me.

"Hello, babygirl!"

He groaned, and he was panting.

"Where are you, Raj! You didn't call me for the last three days."

I grumbled, and he exhaled deeply.

"Babygirl, I'm quite busy. The Kumbh Mela and elections are arriving together, so it's getting hectic. I'll call you later. Bye!"

He was being called by someone from the behind, who sounded feminine. Who was he with?

There was only one man who could help me indirectly to know everything - Rohan Sharma, who wasn't actually a Hindu! I dialed his number, and invited him for a coffee date. He was astonished at my words, but agreed eventually, and I got ready to visit him.

Papa wasn't home. He had gone to Banaras for some work, and I sneaked out of my house.
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"Well, you know that Balraj doesn't deserve you."

Rohan uttered, and I felt like punching him.

"And why do you think so?"

I asked, taking a sip of coffee, holding the curved handle of the cup, and placing my index finger and thumb on the other side, with the remaining fingers curled.

He scrolled the screen of his phone, and showed the screen to me. My breath hitched, looking at my husband in the picture, and behind him, stood my sister.

His shades were on, and his phone was placed near his ear, while Niharika di was standing just two steps behind him, wearing a scarf around her head.

I snatched his phone, and gazed at the date when the picture was taken, and my heart sank deeper witnessing that the picture was just two days old.

"My sister was dead!"

I sibilated, and these words slipped my tongue extemporaneously.

"She wasn't! Actually your husband was never away from her. He couldn't marry her officially because she had dated Aryan, and marrying such a woman could malign the reputation of Thakurs so he chose you."

He informed me, and tears pooled up in my eyes. I broke into silent sobs, and he continued speaking.

"I'm really sorry to say Mandakini, but he used you."

I broke down terribly listening to these words. So this is where my husband was busy. So the woman who called him from behind while he was panting, was none other than Niharika didi.