One chance

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Author’s POV

The airport was a chaotic blur of noise, flashing cameras, and relentless murmurs. Security guards surrounded Advika, their firm grips trying to pry her from the cold floor she refused to leave. She wasn’t listening. She wasn’t seeing anything beyond the crushing emptiness that settled deep within her chest.

She had lost him.

"Ma’am, please cooperate," one of the female guards urged, but Advika barely registered her words.

She shook her head, her lips trembling. "I can’t… I have to find him."

Her voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper, but filled with a desperation that cut through the air like a blade. The crowd around her murmured, some onlookers whispering among themselves, some taking out their phones, recording her misery.

The media had already gotten wind of it.

"Vivan Raichand’s wife was seen weeping at the airport," some reporters speculated, their cameras flashing from outside.

The guards exchanged glances before tightening their hold. "We’ll have to escort you out."

"NO!" Advika’s scream ripped through the terminal as she tried to push them off, her nails digging into the floor.

Her bare feet scraped against the cold tiles as she struggled, her body shaking with exhaustion, but she wasn’t leaving. She couldn't.

She fought. She pleaded. But her voice was drowning in the noise.

Until—

A familiar presence.

A movement from the crowd.

And then, a voice. A voice that shattered through every barrier of pain and distance.

"Leave her."

Everything stopped.

Her body stilled as if the air had been knocked out of her lungs.

The security’s grip loosened. The murmurs ceased. The cameras turned in one direction.

And she turned too.

Her blurred vision cleared just enough for her to see him.

Vivan.

Standing there.

A few feet away from her.

Watching her with wide, stunned eyes.

His chest rose and fell heavily, his own turmoil evident in the way his fists clenched by his sides. His gaze roamed over her disheveled state—the tangled hair, the tear-streaked face, the way her body trembled from exhaustion, her bare feet against the cold marble.

And in that moment, something inside him cracked.

Advika blinked, unable to believe he was real. That he was here.

"Vivan…" Her lips parted, but her voice failed her.

His name was nothing more than a whisper, yet it held all the pain, all the longing, all the love she had buried deep within her heart.

Her body moved before she could think.

Barefoot, weak, and broken, she ran.

Through the sea of people, through the suffocating weight of everything between them—she ran.

And then—she crashed into him.

Her arms wrapped around his torso, clutching onto him like he was the only thing keeping her alive. Her sobs tore through her, unrestrained, raw, desperate.

Vivan staggered slightly at the force, his hands instinctively moving to steady her.

But the moment he felt her shaking in his arms, something inside him shattered.

"Advika…" His voice was hoarse, barely above a whisper.

She gripped his shirt tighter, burying her face into his chest, her body racking with uncontrollable sobs.

"I didn’t mean it," she choked out. "I didn’t mean any of it, Vivan. Please, please don’t leave me."

His fingers twitched against her back, torn between pushing her away and pulling her closer.

The past hours had been a storm of emotions—anger, betrayal, pain. He had left because he thought she wanted him to. Because that’s what she had signed for.

But now—seeing her like this, completely wrecked, fighting against the world just to reach him—nothing made sense anymore.

Before he could speak, before he could process anything, Advika’s body suddenly went limp in his arms.

"Advika?" His heart lurched as he felt her weight shift.

Her eyelids fluttered, her body exhausted beyond its limit.

And then—she collapsed.

Right into his arms.

A gasp left his lips as he caught her, his grip tightening around her fragile form. His heart pounded against his ribs, his mind reeling, but there was only one thought screaming through his head.

He couldn’t lose her. Not like this. Not ever.

The chaos inside the airport was nothing compared to the storm brewing outside.

The moment Vivan stepped out, carrying Advika in his arms, the flashing lights of cameras blinded him. Dozens of reporters stood gathered at the entrance, their microphones stretched forward, their voices overlapping in a frenzy.

"Mr. Raichand, why was your wife crying at the airport?"

"Why did Mrs. Raichand collapse? Is she unwell?"

The questions fired from every direction, the crowd pressing closer, trying to capture every detail of the moment. The airport security tried to hold them back, but the reporters were relentless.

Vivan ignored them all.

His entire focus was on the fragile woman in his arms. Advika’s face was pale, her breathing uneven, her body completely drained. Her fingers clutched weakly at his shirt even in unconsciousness, as if afraid he would slip away.

Something inside him twisted painfully.

Tightening his hold on her, he walked past the cameras, his jaw clenched, his expression stone-cold. The world could say whatever it wanted. He didn’t care.

Right now, she was all that mattered.

A dull ache throbbed in Advika’s head as her eyelids fluttered open. The familiar ceiling of their room came into view, but something felt different. Cold. Empty.

Her gaze shifted downward, and she saw them—Vivan’s parents sitting on the couch near the bed, their eyes filled with worry.

She blinked, confusion clouding her thoughts. And then, like a crashing wave, everything came rushing back—the airport, the chaos, the guards dragging her, the moment her world stopped when she saw him.

Vivan.

Panic surged through her as her eyes darted around the room, searching for him. But he wasn’t there.

Her breath hitched. “Vivan?” she whispered, barely recognizing her own voice.

She tried to sit up, but a sharp dizziness pulled her back. Before she could say anything else.

The door creaked open, and Advika’s eyes snapped toward it.

Vivan stepped inside, his presence commanding the room, but something was off. His shoulders were stiff, his fingers curled into tight fists at his sides. And he wasn’t alone. A doctor followed closely behind him, carrying a medical bag.

Advika’s heart pounded painfully. He hadn’t looked at her. Not even once.

Vivan’s mother exhaled in relief. “Doctor, please check her. She hasn’t eaten or slept properly for hours.”

The doctor nodded and moved toward Advika, placing a stethoscope against her wrist. She felt cold. Weak. But none of it compared to the numbness spreading inside her.

"Her pulse is low," the doctor said, glancing at Vivan. "She’s exhausted. She needs rest, food, and no more stress."

Vivan’s jaw tightened. He gave a sharp nod. "I’ll make sure of it."

His voice was clipped. Controlled. But Advika could see the tension in his frame, the way his hands flexed as if he was trying to stop himself from doing something—saying something.

The doctor continued his examination, but Advika's gaze remained fixed on Vivan. His face was blank, but his entire posture screamed something else.

R

She wanted to reach out, to call his name, to make him look at her. But her voice failed her.

"She needs proper care, Mr. Raichand," the doctor said, packing up his things. "And most importantly, she shouldn’t be under any more emotional distress."

Vivan let out a breath—harsh, uneven—but still, his eyes never met hers.

Vivan’s father walked the doctor to the door, thanking him, while his mother gently ran a hand over Advika’s head. "You scared us, beta."

Advika swallowed. She wanted to say something, anything, but the lump in her throat refused to let her.

And then, the door shut. The doctor was gone.

Silence.

The weight in the air was suffocating.

Vivan took a step back, running a hand down his face. His breaths were slow, deep, as if he was trying to calm something inside him.

His parents stood there, watching, waiting for someone to speak.

But he still didn’t look at her.

And that hurt more than anything else.

Advika sat frozen, the weight of the moment pressing down on her chest. Her gaze flickered to Vivan, who stood with his back straight, his expression unreadable. But the tension in his body was impossible to miss.

Vivan’s father exhaled heavily, running a frustrated hand through his hair before speaking. “We didn’t expect this from you, Vivan. No matter what happened, taking such a drastic step… How could you?”

Advika’s breath hitched. They think this was his fault?

Vivan’s mother placed a gentle hand on Advika’s, her voice filled with regret. “Beta, we’re so sorry. We should have seen this coming… We never thought Vivan would—” She sighed, shaking her head. “You’ve always been patient with him, and he… he let you down.”

Advika’s eyes widened. She turned toward Vivan, her heart pounding louder. He didn’t tell them the truth?

He took all the blame.

Her guilt deepened, twisting inside her like a knife. He was standing there, taking it all, letting them think it was his mistake when in reality… it was never just his fault.

Vivan’s father looked at him with quiet disappointment, his sharp gaze holding unspoken words. “I expected better from you, Vivan.”

For a moment, just a brief second, something flickered in Vivan’s eyes—pain, regret—but it disappeared just as quickly. He simply nodded, accepting it, without a word of defense.

Advika opened her mouth, her chest tightening. No. This isn’t right.

She had to tell them. She had to tell them everything.

But before she could even utter a word, Vivan’s voice cut through the air, firm and unwavering.

“She needs rest.”

Advika turned to him, desperate to speak, but his gaze finally met hers—silent, pleading. Don’t.

“I’ll take care of her,” he continued, his voice controlled, steady. “You both should rest, too.”

His mother hesitated, but his father gave him a long look before nodding. Without another word, they turned to leave.

The door shut behind them, and silence settled once again.

But this time, it was heavier.

Advika stared at Vivan, her heart aching, her guilt suffocating her.

He had protected her. Even now. Even after everything.

And she didn’t know whether to be grateful or break apart at the weight of it.

Silence filled the room. A suffocating, unbearable silence.

Advika sat on the bed, her throat dry, her heart hammering in her chest. Vivan stood near the door, his posture stiff, his hands clenched into fists by his side. He hadn’t looked at her properly—not once.

Her gaze traced over him, taking in the exhaustion lining his face, the way his shoulders were tense like he was holding himself together with sheer willpower. He had always been the composed one, the unshakable Vivan Raichand. But right now?

Right now, he looked… lost.

Advika swallowed the lump in her throat. “Why?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but it was enough to make him still.

His fingers twitched. He didn’t answer.

“Why did you take the blame?” she pressed, her voice shaking. “Why didn’t you tell them the truth?”

Vivan let out a sharp exhale, running a hand over his face. “Does it matter?” he muttered, his tone emotionless.

She flinched. “Of course, it does.”

His jaw tightened. “It changes nothing, Advika.”

Advika’s fingers curled into the bedsheet. “It changes everything,” she whispered. “You let them believe it was all your fault when it wasn’t. You—” Her voice broke. “You were hurting too.”

That made him look at her.

And when their eyes met, something inside her shattered.

There was pain in his gaze. Pain that he had been holding in, burying deep inside.

“I don’t care what they think,” he said, his voice low, rough. “I don’t care if they blame me. If that makes it easier for you, then fine.”

Her breath hitched. “Easier?” She let out a bitter laugh, shaking her head. “You think this is easier for me?”

Vivan turned his face away, his fingers pressing into his temples. “You should rest.” His voice had lost its edge, but there was finality in it.

She watched him for a moment, her heart aching. He was putting walls between them again.

Slowly, carefully, she pushed the blanket away and stepped out of the bed. She felt weak, unsteady, but she didn’t stop.

Before he could react, she was standing in front of Vivan, her heart pounding as she tried to reach him, to break through the distance he was forcing between them.

“Vivan…” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

He exhaled sharply, his eyes finally locking onto hers. And for the first time since she woke up, she saw something raw in them—something that made her chest tighten.

“I can’t let anyone in this world think wrong about you, Advika.” His voice was quiet, but every word was laced with an intensity that made her breath hitch. “No one can blame you. Even if you were wrong, I wouldn’t let them.”

Her fingers trembled at his words. “Why?” she asked, her voice breaking. “Why are you doing this?”

A humorless chuckle escaped his lips, and he ran a hand through his hair. “Because it’s you,” he said simply, as if that explained everything.

And maybe it did.

Her throat tightened, tears welling up in her eyes. “You’re hurt because of me,” she whispered.

Vivan shook his head, a sad smile ghosting his lips. “I can handle pain, Advika. But I can’t handle the world turning against you.”

Her breath hitched as he reached forward, his fingers brushing against hers for the briefest moment before he pulled away again.

“You should rest,” he murmured, stepping back.

But this time, she didn’t let him walk away.

With all the strength she had, she grabbed his wrist, holding on as if letting go would break her completely.

“Don’t push me away,” she pleaded, her voice shaking.

Vivan stilled.

And in that moment, the pain, the guilt, the love between them hung heavy in the silence—too much, too raw, too real.

"I never signed those papers. Never..." she spoke with desparation.

He looked at her, his gaze piercing, almost giving up on her vulnerable state. " Tell me, Advika," he said, his voice calm, too calm. "Did you marry me for power?"

The question hit her like a punch to the gut. Her lips parted, but no words came out. A lump formed in her throat as she took a shaky step back.

She never knew he knew.

Her heartbeat was deafening in her ears. "How did you—"

His bitter smirk cut her off. "So it’s true," he whispered, more to himself than to her.

"Vivan—"

"Yeah," he said, nodding slowly, mockingly. "It's true that you agreed to marry me for power."

She felt the ground beneath her shift. "But—"

Before she could say another word, he turned on his heel and walked away.

She wanted to run after him, to explain, to scream that there was more to the truth. But her feet wouldn’t move, and all she could do was watch as he left—taking a piece of her soul with him.

Vivan entered in the room late night while advika was waiting for him only , as soon as she saw him , she tried to stand but he stop her and move towards her and told her not to move he pulled the tablets out and water , she looked at him with so much guilt and confusion.

Someone on vivan's place would have left her or hate her but here he is giving her medicine caring for her , she knows he is hurt he is angry.

After she had the medicine he was about to leave but she grabbed his hand and clung to him , he was about to take his hand away.

When she started speaking," It's true that I married you for your power for your connections because the day you saved me at the police station it was the first day I have seen someone taking stand for me, I need power vivan , I know I tried to use you" she looked at him while tears spilled from his eyes " but you changed me with your love , I never realised that I too deserve love until I found."she rested her forehead on his while her hands are still on his neck.

"Please forgive me vivan , please give me just one chance" she said looking at him for an answer and he spoke, his voice quiet but heavy with emotion. “And if I can’t forgive you, Advika? What then?”

Her heart sank at the question, but she didn’t falter. “Then I will spend the rest of my life earning it , till my last breath I will ask for your forgiveness."

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