His Madness

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                  ABHIMANYU

I leaned back in my chair, the soft leather creaking under my weight, staring blankly at the file open before me. It was late afternoon, but the sun filtering through the blinds did little to warm the knot of confusion tightening in my chest. I had always been in control..of my decisions, my life, and certainly of her. But last night, she shattered that control with a quiet conviction that still echoed in my mind.

Her voice had been steady but filled with an undeniable dedication.

"We are married. And I will always respect that. But this is my dream. I am not asking for much, just your trust."

I saw the same fire, the same dedication to work in her eyes, as mine. She reminded of my teenage self, who was ready to earn his own money, legally or illegally.

I wanted to say no desperately, due to my own insecurities. The idea of her out there, away from me, navigating a world I couldn't shield her from, stirred a possessiveness I couldn’t suppress. She is mine. I had made sure of it, hadn’t I? The marriage may not have started with love, but it was built on my determination to keep her close.

Close to my heart, in front of my gaze, every single second of the day.

But then, there were her eyes. The way they held mine, unwavering, challenging me to see her as more than the woman I had forced into my life. I was meant to argue, to assert my authority, but the words couldn’t come. Instead, I found myself nodding, betraying every instinct that told me to lock the world out and keep her to myself.

Now, sitting in this office, surrounded by reminders of a life I have built meticulously, I felt... exposed. Vulnerable. A part of me hated how easily she has disarmed me. And yet, another part, a part I barely recognize..admires her for it.

The papers on my desk blurred as I pictured her this morning, the faint smile on her lips when I mumbled while holding her close.

"Do what you need to. All the best for your first day."

She didn't push me, didn't avoid my gaze. Just thanked me softly and walked away, leaving me wondering when she had grown so much in my eyes.

Wasn't she merely an infatuation when I decided to marry her? How did these feelings make their way inside my hear suddenly?

"Fucking heart!" I chuckled shaking my head.

Sounds stupid. Very stupid.

Am I letting her control me? I want to make her happy, yes. But..what if she takes advantage of it? Of my trust?

She won't. Right?

I pressed my palms to my face, letting out a slow breath. This was not part of the plan. Falling for her was not supposed to happen. But last night, as she stood her ground, I realized something terrifying.

She is not just my infatuation anymore. She is the woman I am beginning to lose myself in.

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I leaned against the car, my patience wearing thin. The hospital entrance was busy. People were coming and going, but my eyes were locked on one spot, waiting for her.