“Nahi chachi, mujhe nahi pata yeh yaha kaha se aya?” Naina said, her voice trembling with fear as she stared at the diamond necklace lying inside the velvet box on the bed

(No auntie, I really don't know how this came here)

The room had fallen unbearably silent.

Everyone was looking at her.

Not one face carried trust.

Not one.

The cold air of the room suddenly felt suffocating against her skin. Her fingers tightened around the edge of her dupatta while her heart hammered violently inside her chest.

Savitri Devi looked at her with disgust, as if merely standing in the same room as Naina insulted her status.

“Accha?” she laughed bitterly. “Toh kya yeh necklace khud chalke tumhare cupboard mein aa gaya?” She taunted bitterly

(Really? Did it walk here just like that?)

Naina’s lips parted, but no words came out.

Her mind still couldn’t process what was happening.

Naina immediately shook her head.

“Maine sach mein kuch nahi kiya…”

But her voice had already weakened.

Because standing a few feet away from her was Vikram.

(I swear I didn't do anything)

Still.

Silent.

Terrifyingly calm.

His sharp eyes were fixed on her face while his jaw remained tightly clenched. fingers curled so tightly into a fist that the veins on his hand were clearly visible.

He was angry.

Very angry.

And somehow the fact that he was controlling it scared Naina far more than shouting would have.

Her breath hitched softly.

In the months of their marriage, she had learned one thing about Vikram Rathore,

his silence was dangerous.

Very dangerous.

The room suddenly felt colder.

Naina swallowed nervously under his gaze, her heartbeat becoming uneven.

Usually whenever she got nervous around his intense personality, he would at least soften a little.

But today

there was nothing in his eyes.

Nothing.

No reassurance.

No trust.

No warmth.

Just cold disappointment!

And that terrified her.

Her eyes instinctively searched his face again, desperate for some sign that he believed her.

“Maine nahi liya…” she whispered this time looking only at him.

(I didn't take it)

As if the rest of the room no longer mattered.

Vikram’s mother looked deeply disappointed.

“Humein tumse yeh umeed nahi thi, Naina,” she said quietly.

(We didn't expect this from you Naina)

The words felt like another slap.

Naina immediately turned toward her, tears threatened to come out. Everyone was looking at her with suspicion and accusations.

“mera vishwas kijiye Maa, maine kuch nahi kia" She pleaded to her mother in law.

(Please believe me mother, I swear I didn't do anything)

“Bas!" Savitri interrupted sharply.

(Enough)

“yeh itna keemati haar tumhari Cupboard mei aya kaise? Tumhe malum hai yeh khandaani hai?  tumhe iss ghar mai saat mahine hote hi yeh gayab ho gaya? aur abh tumhari Cupboard se nikal raha hai, aur tum keh rahi ho tumne kuch nahi kia? ” Savitri Chachi taunted.

(This is so precious, how come it's in your cupboard? It's been in the family for so long and kept locked and it suddenly disappeared after you married into the family and now we see it in your cupboard)

Savitri Chachi’s bahu Meera hesitated before speaking softly.

“Par mummy ji.........ho sakta hai koi misunderstanding...”

(But Mummy, it could be a misunderstanding)

“Tum chup raho!” Savitri snapped immediately.

(You stay quiet!)

She fell silent immediately.

Naina felt her chest tighten painfully.

Nobody was listening to her.

Nobody.

And the one person whose trust mattered the most…

had still not spoken a single word in her defense

"Suniye, mujhe n-nahi pata yeh yaha kaise aya, mera vishwas...... "  Naina spoke with difficulty, her voice trembling so badly that the last few words almost broke in between.

(Listen.... I swear I don't know how this came here, please believe... )

Her eyes remained fixed on Vikram.

Only Vikram.

Because right now, his silence was frightening her more than the accusations.

The veins on his hand had become visible.

Naina’s throat went dry at the sight.

He still hadn’t shouted

Hadn’t asked a single question.

And somehow that made the atmosphere even worse.

In the few months of their marriage, Naina had understood one thing very clearly

Vikram Rathore was not a man who lost control easily.

He spoke less.

Watched more.

And whenever he became this silent…

people around him became careful.

Even she did.

Their marriage had never been filled with love.

There were no romantic promises.

No soft confessions.

No stolen kisses like the stories she had grown up reading secretly.

It had been a proper arranged marriage.

Decent.

Respectful.

Vikram fulfilled every responsibility expected from a husband without fail.

He never insulted her.

Never raised his hand on her.

Made sure she lacked nothing inside this massive house.

At night, they shared the same bed with quiet familiarity, yet an invisible distance had always remained between them.

Naina had never been able to fully understand him.

And if she was being honest,

a part of her had always been slightly scared of him.

Of his cold eyes.

Of the authority in his voice.

Of the way one look from him was enough to silence an entire room.

But despite that fear…

she had trusted him.

Trusted that when it came to her

he would at least listen.

So as everyone stood around her with suspicion in their eyes, Naina found herself instinctively taking a small step toward him.

As if standing closer to him meant safety.

Maine sach mein nahi liya…” she whispered again, eyes filling helplessly.

(I didn't take it)

“Mai aisa kabhi nahi karungi, aap jante hai mujhe Vikram, h-haina?”

(I would never do such a thing, you know me well Vikram, right?)

For a moment, nobody spoke.

The room remained painfully quiet.

But Vikram’s expression did not change.

Not even slightly.

And slowly

a terrible fear began settling inside Naina’s chest.

The room had suddenly become very cold for Naina,

For months, they had shared this very room, this very bed, moving around each other with quiet familiarity that came with arranged marriages.

Vikram was never affectionate, never the kind of man who spoke sweetly or expressed emotions openly, but he had always treated her with a certain silent decency.

He came home late, she waited.

He preferred silence, she learned not to disturb it.

And on some nights, in the darkness of this same room, he had pulled her wordlessly into his arms with the calm authority of a husband who expected closeness without ever speaking about feelings.

Naina had never known whether there was love in those moments or simply responsibility.

But she had trusted them anyway.

Trusted him anyway.

Which was why standing here now, under that same cold gaze, felt terrifying

"Maine nahi lia.... " She pleaded again

(I didn't take it)

Vikram’s jaw tightened further as her trembling voice echoed inside the room.

Somewhere beneath the anger rising inside him was something far uglier.

Disrespect.

Not toward the family

toward him.

Vikram Rathore was not an ordinary man.

The Rathores were not only one of the richest industrial families in the state, but also deeply connected to politics through his father and uncle.

While Vikram himself stayed away from active politics, his influence in both worlds was undeniable.

Power followed his name before he even entered a room. People stood up when he spoke.

Businessmen twice his age thought carefully before crossing him.

And his wife

his wife standing accused of stealing something as insignificant as a necklace

felt like an insult he could not tolerate.

Especially when she could have asked for ten such necklaces and received them without question.

Money had never been a limitation for her after marrying him.

If Naina wanted jewelry, clothes, cars, anything

all she had to do was say it once.

His sharp eyes moved toward the necklace lying on the bed before returning to her again.

For months, she had carried his surname.

Shared his room.

His bed.

Walked beside him as Vikram Rathore’s wife.

And now she stood in front of him accused of theft like some desperate outsider.

His fist clenched tighter.

Vikram had never wanted marriage in the first place.

But he had agreed because of Dadi.

Because her happiness was one of the few things he never ignored.

Naina’s grandmother and his dadi had been childhood friends who reunited after decades. Sick and growing weaker with time, Naina’s dadi spoke endlessly about her granddaughter,

how beautiful she was, how gentle, how worried she felt about settling her before dying peacefully.

And when Dadi had first seen Naina,

simple clothes, enchanting smile, soft voice, lovely nature.

she had immediately decided she wanted her as the Rathore family’s bahu.

Vikram still remembered that conversation.

“Ladki bohot pyaari hai,” Dadi had told him excitedly

(The girl is so beautiful and sweet)

And he had agreed.

Not because he had fallen in love.

But because dadi said so, he didn't see any threat in marrying someone.

"Waise bhi,” Savitri Devi spoke with a bitter laugh,

(By the way)

“maine isse kitni baar functions mein mere necklace ko dekhte hue pakda hai. Nazar toh tabhi se thi iski"

(I have seen her eyeing this necklace so many times during gatherings)

Naina’s eyes widened instantly.

That was a lie!

A complete lie!

Yes, she had looked at the jewelry sometimes,

any normal girl would in a house filled with diamonds and luxury but never like this.

Never with greed.

“Aap jhoot bol rahi hai,” she said before she could stop herself, hurt and anger mixing inside her trembling voice. Her voice louder than usual

(You are lying!)

Vikram moved

Slowly

Dangerously

Naina’s anger disappeared instantly the moment his cold eyes landed on her.

He stepped closer until she unconsciously took a step back.

“Sambhal ke baat karo,” he said quietly.

That quiet tone was terrifying.

Naina’s throat tightened.

“M-main bas sach keh rahi thi......”

(I'm stating the truth)

“I’ve had enough.”

His voice remained low, controlled.

But every word carried enough fury to make the entire room feel suffocating.

Naina shook her head desperately, tears spilling continuously now.

“Maine nahi liya V-Vikram....please meri baat suniye”

(I have not taken it Vikram, believe me)

“Tum log,” he cut her off sharply, jaw tightening, “kabhi apni aukaat nahi bhoolte.”

(People like you..... they don't forget their level)

The words knocked the breath out of her chest.

Naina stared at him as if she had been slapped.

Vikram’s eyes were hard with anger.

“I gave you my name. My house. Respect beyond your status.”

Every sentence pierced deeper.

“par asli aukaat” he let out a humorless laugh, “woh kabhi nahi jaati.”

(You still won't get out of your sick poor mindset)

“Maine kuch nahi kiya…” Naina whispered brokenly this time.

(I didn't do anything)

But Vikram had already stopped listening.

“In my life,” he said coldly, “there is no place for mistakes like this.”

The room had become deathly silent.

Even Savitri Devi looked satisfied now.

Vikram took another step toward Naina, towering over her trembling figure.

“And you should consider yourself lucky,” he continued softly, dangerously softly, “that I’m letting you leave quietly.”

Fear crawled down Naina’s spine.

Because that wasn’t just anger.

That was a threat.

A reminder of exactly how powerful he was.

Before she could speak again, Vikram suddenly grabbed her wrist harshly.

Naina gasped softly.

“Vikram, ahhh mera haath!”

(Vikram my hands are hurting)

“Enough!”

He dragged her toward the wardrobe while she struggled to keep up, tears falling endlessly down her face.

“Mujhe chodiye please… meri baat toh suniye…”

(Please leave me)

But he ignored every word.

The room watched in silence as Vikram opened the wardrobe aggressively and started throwing her clothes into a bag without care.

The same wardrobe she had arranged every morning carefully.

The same room she had slowly started calling hers.

Everything felt unreal.

“Maine nahi liya…” she cried helplessly again.

(I didn't take it)

Vikram zipped the bag shut violently before grabbing her arm once more.

“Nahi Vikram!” Dadi suddenly stood up when he grabbed Naina’s wrist harshly enough to make her stumble.

(Vikram no!)

“Baat ko samajhne ki koshish karo....”

(Try to understand the situation)

“I did.” Vikram cut her off instantly.

His voice remained low.

Controlled.

But the anger underneath it was enough to silence the entire room.

For the first time, even Dadi stopped speaking.

Vikram looked at her, jaw tight.

“I listened to you when you wanted this marriage.”

The words made Naina’s chest tighten painfully.

“I trusted your judgement.”

Dadi’s expression faltered slightly.

But Vikram’s grip around Naina’s wrist only tightened.

“And this…” he glanced at Naina coldly,

“is what came out of it.”

Naina shook her head desperately through tears.

“Maine kuch nahi kiya....”

(I didn't do anything)

“Bas.”

(Enough!)

He didn’t even look at her while saying it.

His attention remained on Dadi.

“These people,” he spoke with disgust, “can never leave their mentality behind.”

Every word stripped another layer off Naina’s dignity.

“They see money, luxury, status…” his laugh was cold, humorless,

“and eventually their greed shows itself.”

Dadi looked visibly conflicted now.

“Vikram, maybe there’s still some misunderstanding”

“There isn’t.”

His tone turned sharper this time.

“The necklace was found in her cupboard.”

Silence.

Heavy.

Cruel.

Vikram finally looked at Naina again.

His eyes held no softness now.

Only anger

“You took advantage of Dadi’s goodness,” he said coldly.

“And I won’t tolerate that inside my house.”

Inside my house.

Not their room.

Not her home.

His house!

Naina felt something inside her break quietly at those words.

“She doesn’t belong here,” Vikram continued mercilessly.

“So she can go back to where she came from.”

Naina stared at him with trembling lips.

Every sentence felt unreal.

As if the same man who silently slept beside her every night had suddenly become a stranger.

Vikram picked up the bag roughly before pulling her toward the door again.

“She doesn’t deserve anything here.

Naina stumbled as Vikram dragged her out of the room without another word.

“Vikram… please…” she cried softly, trying to free her wrist from his painful grip.

“Meri baat toh suniye…”

(Listen to me please)

But he didn’t stop.

Didn’t slow down.

The large Rathore mansion felt hauntingly silent tonight.

Most of the staff had been given leave because of havan pooja earlier that day, leaving the massive bungalow unusually empty.

And somehow,

that silence made everything feel worse.

Only the sound of Naina’s uneven footsteps and broken sobs echoed through the marble corridors as Vikram pulled her downstairs.

Her free hand desperately tried wiping her tears while struggling to keep up with his long strides.

She almost slipped once on the staircase.

Vikram didn’t even look back.

The pain in her wrist had started burning by now.

But the humiliation hurt more.

This was the same staircase she walked down every morning as the Rathore family’s bahu.

The same house where she waited for Vikram every night.

And now

she was being dragged out of it like she meant nothing.

Like she had never belonged here at all.

“Maine nahi liya…” she whispered again helplessly through tears. “Please meri baat maan lijiye…”

(I didn't take it)

Vikram suddenly stopped near the huge entrance doors.

Naina almost collided against him,

For one foolish second

hope rose inside her chest again.

Maybe he had calmed down.

Maybe he would finally listen.

But then Vikram harshly pulled the doors open.

Cold night air rushed inside instantly.

Naina’s breath hitched.

“No…” she whispered, panic rising rapidly now.

“Vikram please…”

Without another word, he dragged her outside.

Barefoot.

Onto the cold stone pathway.

The next second, he threw her bag out after her.

It landed near her feet harshly.

Naina flinched at the sound.

Tears blurred her vision completely now as she looked up at him standing at the entrance of the mansion.

Tall.

Powerful.

Merciless.

The warm golden lights from inside the bungalow fell behind him, making him look even colder somehow.

Naina’s lips trembled violently.

“Suniye…” she cried brokenly.

(Listen)

“Please… main kaha jaungi?”

(Where will I go?)

For the first time that night,

something flickered in Vikram’s eyes.

But it disappeared just as quickly.

“Go back to your world,” he said coldly.

The words shattered whatever little strength she had left.

“And don’t ever show me your face again.”

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