Breathing a little unevenly, my sinners?

Because tonight… the storm didn’t strike—it opened. ✨

Rajveer didn’t explode.
He unraveled.
Quietly. Terribly. Honestly.

Meenal’s anklets followed him into the dark,
and suddenly anger wasn’t the danger anymore…
his fear was.

So tell me—

😈 What hurts more… the forgiveness you can’t give,
or the past you can’t escape?

Step lightly.
This silence bleeds.

*****

✨ Chapter 87: What Hurts More than Anger

Rajveer’s footsteps were sharp and clipped, carrying the kind of controlled fury that didn’t spill out—it tightened, buried, and choked.

Meenal watched him walk away, the rigid set of his shoulders betraying everything he refused to show.

She exchanged a worried glance with Aditya.

He nodded, taking Arun in his arms, his eyes mirroring the concern etched on Meenal's face.

Then—
without a word—

She went after her husband.