Ranjish

chapter 58

Sagar, still rubbing his jaw, looked up at Vikram in confusion. "Your wife?" he repeated, his voice laced with uncertainty.Vikram's eyes blazed with possessiveness, his face twisted in anger. "Yes, my wife," he growled, his words dripping with intensity. "Kanak is my wife, and you'll never have her."

Kanak stood frozen, her eyes darting between Vikram and Sagar, her mind reeling with the sudden turn of events.

Sagar's question hung in the air, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at Vikram. "Do you really know she's your wife?" he asked, his voice laced with skepticism.

Vikram's expression faltered for a moment, his confidence wavering. He looked at Kanak, and for a brief instant, uncertainty flickered in his eyes.

The question seemed to strike a chord, and Vikram's anger gave way to a mix of emotions. He took a step back, his eyes locked on Kanak's, as if searching for answers.

Kanak's voice trembled with emotion as she confronted Vikram. "Why did you pretend you didn't remember me till now?" she demanded, her eyes blazing with hurt and anger. "Why the hell did you do this? And now, suddenly, you realize I'm your wife?"

Vikram's eyes dropped, his gaze faltering under Kanak's intense scrutiny. He seemed to struggle for words, his silence speaking volumes.

The air was thick with tension as Kanak waited for an explanation, her heart pounding with anticipation. Vikram's sudden claim of remembering her seemed suspicious, and Kanak wanted to know the truth behind his actions.

Kanak's words cut deep, her voice rising in anger and hurt. "I've already signed the papers, and you've signed them too," she reminded Vikram, her eyes flashing with defiance. "I'm leaving you," she declared, her voice firm and resolute.

Vikram's face contorted in anguish, his eyes wide with desperation. He took a step forward, his hands reaching out to her, but Kanak backed away, her arms crossed over her chest.

The finality of her words hung in the air, leaving Vikram with a sense of despair and loss. He realized too late that his actions had pushed her away, and now she was determined to leave him behind.

Vikram's eyes pleaded with Kanak's as he grasped her hand, his voice cracking with emotion. "On the truck accident day, I got my memory back," he confessed, his words spilling out in a rush. "And I remembered everything about us, about our life together."

He took a deep breath, his eyes filled with self-doubt. "But I felt like I wasn't meant for you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "Because of who I am - a local goon. Am I able to give you the happiness you deserve? I feel like I'm not worthy of your love."

Vikram's gaze fell, his voice heavy with resignation. "I was taking a step back, for your sake. I didn't want to hold you back. But seeing you with him," he nodded towards Sagar, his eyes flashing with anger, "I couldn't help but feel jealous. I was going to leave the house after your birthday, but now...I'm not leaving."

His grip on her hand tightened, his eyes burning with intensity. "I won't let you go, Kanak. I won't let you go to him."