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In a world where love can be both. Beautiful or destructive force, the Raghuvanshi brothers hide behind the cold facade guarding their heart from the pain of love.
"Just because you are my wife and we share a bed d...
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RIVAAN
After walking endlessly, day and night, we arrived at an island encircled by water.
The vast ocean spread out before us, leaving no escape. With waves stretching to the horizon, our efforts felt futile, and there was nowhere left to hide.
I sank to the ground, staring at the horizon with wide, unblinking eyes. My heart pounded in my chest, but the sound of crashing waves drowned it out.
"We're stuck. Meher, we're stuck," I whispered, my voice barely breaking through the roar of the ocean.
Meher stood frozen beside me, her gaze fixed on the water. I could see the same dread sinking into her as it had me.
I could feel my chest tighten, my breath quickening. Panic set in, like a fire spreading through my veins. My hands shook uncontrollably as I gripped the sand beneath me, the grains slipping through my fingers as if mocking my desperation.
"We're stuck. We're actually stuck, Meher!" My voice cracked, rising in pitch. I jumped to my feet, pacing back and forth in frantic bursts.
"There's no way out, no- no road, no escape! We've hit the end of the world!"
Meher's eyes widened in alarm as she watched me unravel, but I couldn't stop. My mind raced, every dark possibility crashing over me like the waves.
"This can't be happening! What are we supposed to do? Just-just sit here and wait to-" I couldn't finish the thought. The fear clawed at my throat, choking the words before they formed.
I ran my hands through my hair, tugging at it as if that would keep me grounded.
"We're going to die here. We're going to-"
"Stop!" Meher's voice cut through, sharp and clear. She grabbed my arm, forcing me to face her. Her grip was firm, but her expression was soft, almost pleading.
"Freaking out won't help us," she said, her voice trembling beneath the calm façade.
But her words felt distant, like they were coming from underwater. All I could hear was the deafening roar of the ocean and the pounding of my own heartbeat, louder than anything else.
"There's no way out, Meher," I forced out, my throat tight, the words like sandpaper against my lips. I felt tears sting my eyes, but I bit them back, struggling to hold onto the last thread of control I had left.
"I want to go home, Meher," I whispered, my voice barely a breath now, exhaustion sinking into every part of me. My body felt heavy, like I was made of stone, as the weight of everything we'd been through pressed down on me all at once.
For the first time in my life, I felt truly homesick. An ache spread in my chest, so deep and painful it was almost unbearable. I wanted to return to the arms that had held me when I was young, that made the world feel safe. I wanted to go back to the warmth of home, where nothing ever seemed this terrifying. I wanted to laugh and argue with Viraj bhai like we used to, carefree and untouchable.
