Advit's pov.

It was a bright morning, with clear and sunny skies and no sign of dark clouds. Oh, how I wish I could forget about my problems and go on a romantic date with a gorgeous girl. It would be the ideal day for a picnic and a date. But all I could hear was Samaira sobbing, and that was the only thing that could be heard in my otherwise dark and depressing apartment.

I got a glass of water and sat down next to her, offering her some water as she was putting her face between her knees. I rubbed her back to relieve her anxiety. Most likely, I don't like it when people leave my house with snot streaming from their two nose canals and bloody tears streaming out of their eyes like a river.

" Brace yourself, your brother will be here in a minute. He's on the way."

Her eyes, which were incredibly puffy and bloodshot red, turned to face me. "Avi, how could you do this to me?"

She looked at me as if I had done something very wrong. As if I had peed on her makeup and foundation.

It was important for me to maintain my composure and not be swayed by her grief-stricken expression. Everything I am doing is for her own good. She may not understand now, but she will understand my good intentions once she is well again.

But this is tiring. I am at my wits end with Samaira.

"You need help, Samaira. Everything will be fine. Please go to the rehab centre with your brother."

She squeezed my hand, as if I were the source of her lifeline. " No, I only need you. I want to live with you.We are so happy together."

I shook my head, then took a deep breath."No, we are not happy together. I am not happy. So please, for the love of God, leave me."

" Avi, I love you. I love you." She placed a kiss on my hand with her trembling lips.

When I hear these three words, my heart tightens as if it were being grabbed by a thousand thorny hands and choked to death. I won't love her because of the venomous nature of her love, which will kill my freedom.

As I was about to stand up, she hugged me from behind, wrapping her entire body around me. Not letting go of me.

I was not anyone's property that could be held against their will.

And this does not feel right from every angle because I cannot give her the life of a happy marriage, which binds two people together for the rest of their lives. In fact, thinking about marrying her gave me a severe headache. And my morality was strongly triggered, telling me to get away from her as soon as possible.

" Please, don't send me away, avi." I could hear her sobbing from behind my back.

I turned to face her again and saw how messy her hair was all over her face, as if she had not taken a shower all week. Her nose was very red, so I tucked her hair behind her ear so I could see her clearly. I gently cupped her face in both of my hands.

"Your place is not here; your family is waiting for you.

" I Don't have a family. You're my only family."

" Samaira, you asked me for help, I have helped you enough. I also have to live my own life."

"You don't care about me? Do you?"

I shook my head and sighed.

"What about that night, everything that happened between us?" She said.

"I told you it was a mistake.I am sorry to you for the hundredth time. I sincerely apologize for losing myself that evening and allowing my desire to rule my actions."

That night, I was completely at fault because I could not control my desire and succumbed to her seduction like an animal in heat. Everything has gone wrong since then, and we no longer have a platonic relationship.

Finally, I release myself from her grip. She collapsed on knees on the tiles floor.

"I am going to end my life." She muttered something under her breath, low and squeaky but loud enough for me to hear.

If her love had been genuine and pure, she would have truly loved me. She will not need to threaten me with her life.

She is the only one who is content and happy in this relationship; I am not finding the serenity I need. I continued to search for the peace I seek in everyone I encounter. But I am always disappointed.

Will I ever find anyone like that?

Most of my friends are married, and some of my friends are getting married, sirf mei hi kya single marunga?

Hey Bhagwan! Mujhe single nahi marna. 31 ka hogaya hu, abhi bhejdo kisi ko. I know I deserve a good wife, because I swear I will make a wonderful husband.

" I will help you pack your things." I said, then went to her room.

Finally, starting today, this apartment will be mine again. It was originally my apartment; Samaira moved in with me due to unavoidable circumstances. Samaira is not my girlfriend, and we are not in a relationship, but the way we live together makes me feel like I am trapped in a relationship with someone I do not love. She was someone I happened to help out of sympathy. We were college classmates and i met her seven years after graduation. When I saw her again, she was not in great shape. Her biological father and uncle both sexually assaulted her.

My blood was boiling to a hundred degrees at the thought that even her own blood father had attacked her. What kind of beast would do that to his own daughter? He failed as both a man and a father. Due to his military duty guarding the border, her older brother was not with her.

I was dumbfounded when she revealed to me that her father had touched her for the first time when she was seventeen. I am at a loss for words. That was just too brutal. However, her brother's enlistment in the army caused things to spiral out of control. Because of his daughter's remarkable resemblance to his late wife, he started treating her like his deceased wife, which led to worsening abuses. Even so, his actions are not justified by that kind of nonsense.

She was terrified to go back to that horrible house, so I helped her. I therefore made her the offer to stay with me while things calm down. That was the point at which the situation became quite heated. I tried to treat her as gently as possible because I was really worried about her because at night she would scream and would just stare at a blank wall. And atlast she mistook my actions as a sign of affection. I continued to turn down her advances until that awful night, when I finally lost it and did something really dumb. Very stupid move I made.

My face went completely pale the moment I realized I was naked beneath the blanket when I woke up and Samaira was sleeping soundly next to me, also naked except for the blanket covering her bare body.

I knew that I fucked up. Samaira appears less disturbed, on the other hand, as the experience of sharing a bed was not unpleasant to her. But I thought it was a really horrible case. Because I was a man, I did not want to take advantage of anyone's weakness. I am sure she will tell me I took advantage of her when she comes to reason with me. And I will be doomed for my kindness, which I truly despise because it means the end of the world.

After that day, she began to assert her authority in my life, and whenever I spoke with a friend, she became extremely jealous and anxious. I had a lot of female friends, and she started telling me to block them, which annoyed me. But, knowing her situation and that she was emotionally unstable, I shook it off and dealt with her in my own way.

After several months, the court heard her case, and she was eventually granted justice. Both her father and her uncle received life sentences. Also, her brother was granted permission to take time off to care for her ailing sister. Because of her mental trauma, she would constantly tell me that men are the lowest form of animals, or jaanwars, and that only I could save her and protect her. She trusted me, which at first made me feel really good and boosted my ego.

But there is a limit to everything, and I eventually became tired of her affection.

I was tired of dealing with her emotional tantrums; on days when I was exhausted from work, it took all of my energy to calm her down. That was the moment I realized she needed medical attention.

Then I heard the ringing of door bells. Samaira gave me a tight hug from behind as I was heading to open the door, so tight I felt like my intestines were about to burst.

"Please, Avi. I don't want to live. Please ask Bhaiya to leave me alone so I can be with you."

" It's going to be alright. You will be in a safe environment, and no one will abuse you again." I freed myself from her grip. I was going to leave her with those final words.

When I opened the door, Manav Tiwari and a woman in her middle age wearing a blue kurta were standing there. I smiled and said "hi," but it did not seem like they were pleased to see me. Maybe they believe that I exploited Samaira or that I brainwashed her. Manav glared at me from the side without waiting for me to make a move to let them in.

Bhalai ka zamana hi nahi raha.

" Samaira We have come to get you. "You do not have to stay here anymore."

"No, bhai; I do not want to leave. "I want to stay here."

"Come with us; he cannot keep you safe."

"No, when you were away and I needed you the most, he was the one who kept me safe from that jaanwar."

"I apologize for noticing it so late. Come with us, please."

Samaira turned to face me, pleading with me to intervene so that her brother would not take her away. But I ignored her and went to get her suitcase in the other room. When Samaira refused to listen and was not prepared to leave, her brother gave her a drug injection. Her brother picked her up in his arms as she passed out. I felt my heart ache when I saw her condition; had I broken another person's heart? Without a doubt, I will be cursed for breaking a girl's heart. I am going to become an expert at that at this rate. Without addressing me, the woman in the blue kurta grabbed the suitcase and Manav carried her off.

Samaira put all of her trust in me even though I was a stranger, so perhaps they were angry that she did not trust them-her own family.

That being said, I should start getting ready because this month is my cousin's wedding. The wedding reception is being held in a remote village, so I have to travel quite a distance. Both his soon-to-be wife Rohi and my cousin Harsh Greval wanted to marry in the palace of my forefathers. Additionally, the palace lacks electricity; instead, solar panels are used to supply energy.

I hope peace awaits me there.

I am exhausted from all of this drama. I swear that I will never get involved in another drama again.

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The first chapter may seem uninteresting, but it provides insight into his life because Samaira is a part of the story..

Read at least 5 or 10 chapters before deciding whether it is worth your time.

Thank you for reading! 😊