His eyes darted to the piece of paper, which he read for the hundredth time by now. The paper had a fine layer of dust on it. The ink has beautifully carved itself on the paper, making it appear like calligraphy yet it was the most dreadful words for him.
His fingers traced the beautiful inked letters on the letter, his mind in an undying torment. The room felt like a cage, trapping the echoes of Shrinaya's departure.
The man with insane power and infinite wealth was sitting on his bed after months, reading the letter his beloved wife had left for him.
'I am leaving forever. ~ Shrinaya Agnihotri.'
No explanation, no accusations, just a statement with finality, it didn't even feel like her words.
The page crumbled in his hand as the veins popped out, and his nails digged into his palm. His gaze turned cold.
An urge to burn the place crossed his mind. His sinister thoughts wanted to hunt her down from the end of the world only to bring her back into this room.
Again to hear her murmurs as she gets ready, to get lost in her fragrance as she walks in the room after shower, to catch her curious gaze on him.
" I expected better from you...Shrinaya," He mumbled and moved to the window, the city lights below casting shadows that danced with his unraveling emotions. As the night deepened, Reyansh's thoughts twisted into a sinister narrative. The letter, an announcement of doom, hinted at secrets buried beneath their shared life. His once-cold gaze now burned with a chilling intensity, seeking answers in the abyss of the ink-stained parchment. In the city's nocturnal symphony, a dissonance took hold.
"I am afraid that your disliking of my ways of getting what's mine back would only increase, as you are the one now. You. Are. Mine. And what's mine stays with me forever and ever."
He dialed a number as the sound of pressing the keys, broke the silence of the room despite, the call was picked up before the second ring.
" Sir.." on the other side, spoke formally and respectfully.
" I want my wife's whereabouts in the next thirty minutes." He said, his tone was colder than it could ever be, it could freeze souls.
" sir.." The tension in the voice was evident yet man knew to dare not say anything.
He pressed the red button and gazed far at a distance looking at an eagle flying high in the sky.
The moon, witness to his internal tempest, cast an eerie glow on the man who had everything but now clung to the hights of loss.
His heart was stinging but he chose not to cure, as if it was even possible. He never knew, his wife would have the courage to take a step as huge as to leave. And he never knew, her absence would bring him down to evoke the demon, he was hiding from her.
He always took her as a naive woman who listens to everyone and speaks once in a while just to agree with others.
But whatever, she is his wife, and what is his, never leaves him.
" Sir..." A maid knocked on the door.
He kept his gaze far away.
" A lawyer is outside." She completed.
She was shaking, her nails turned blue and her skin lost its color.
" Ask him to leave."
He was in no mood to deal with anyone.
" He is saying... he is Shrinaya Agnihotri's lawyer." She said. His deadly cold gaze turned towards her, at this moment she was on the verge of passing out.
" Mrs. Suryavansh you mean.." He said and the maid's soul almost left her body.
" Apologies sir... Yes I mean mam.." she cried for mercy.
He walked out of the room, to see a man decked up in a white shirt and black tuxedo sitting on the sofa.
Vivek Shrivastav!
He was the most experienced lawyer in the country and he wasn't a domestic case person.
Why would he call himself Shrinaya Agnihotri's lawyer?
" Good evening Mr. Suryavansh." He said while standing.
Reyansh sat on the couch, keeping his ankle over the other knee. Ignoring his greeting, he signaled the middle age man to continue.
" Ms. Shrinaya Agnihotri has filed a divorce case against you. Here are the papers, she wants you to read them. She wants no alimony." He said.
Reyansh let his back touch the couch and lazily looked at the lawyer who himself knew this case wasn't going everywhere.
"Shrivastav, tell my wife that if she returns home by tomorrow noon I might consider not being harsh upon her or the consequences of the stunt she pulled wouldn't please anyone."
" yes sir..." He said as if he was the dog who barks at Reyansh's direction.
"Call her, now." He said authoritatively.
He took his phone in his hand and typed her number.
"Ma'am Sir wants you back by tomorrow noon or the consequences would not be by your liking." He said as if she wasn't his client but he was working for Suryavansh.
"I understand." The voice replied.
Reyansh Suryavansh's heart almost pumped again at her voice. She sweet calm voice melted like honey in ears. Her voice was a rare experience for him. But he loved it everytime.
She was coming.
" Shrivastav, I chose to ignore your audacity to bring those papers here, next time if anything as such happens, you should be afraid of never being able to do anything for anyone again." He dangerous said.
Shrivastav trembled, he dared not misjudge the warning as a false threat. He knew better, just like everyone else.
" It will never be repeated sir,"
" Leave,"
The time skipped but he counted every passing second, with open eyes. And, it was noon already and she wasn't here.
His blood boiled and eyes turned blood shot red.
A guard came with a box as both of needles of the clock dance in union.
It was noon without a trace of the woman he was craving the sight of.
It was beautifully packed in red paper with a ribbon on it. It reads 'from Shrinaya to Reyansh'.
Anyone could have misunderstood it as a romantic present from a wife to a husband but Reyansh knew better.
He tore the delicate paper and open the box. It had a note, again.
'You don't want the divorce, I don't want the marriage. So here is the deal, you keep your token of love, I will keep my pieces of hatred.
~Your beloved wife'
The box had a thread with black beads, adorned with a golden pandent. Her mangalsutra.
His whole body shifted from alert to numb. Shrinaya was the one who always upholds the tradition, in their marriage of seven months she had never removed it and now she just gave it to him through a parcel.
His wife asked him first thing in his life and he had no intentions of giving it to her.
He was coming to claim what's his, with more passion this time.
"You can't touch my soul and leave..."
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