CHAPTER 48

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Meera had never been one to dwell on the weather, but today, it seemed to mirror the storm brewing within her. The drive back to her hotel was uneventful, yet her mind raced. She was still processing the conversation with Vedansh, the weight of Vidyuth's condition hanging over her like a shadow. As much as she had secured the venue for the exhibition, the cost of that concession gnawed at her—being under Vidyuth's thumb again, even for the sake of business, was not a simple matter.

The first raindrops hit the windshield as she neared the hotel, soft at first, but growing steadily more aggressive as if the sky had been holding back its own frustration. By the time she stepped out of the car, the rain was coming down in torrents, a veritable downpour that soaked her through within seconds. The air was thick with humidity, the clouds hanging heavy, obscuring any trace of sunlight.

Meera gritted her teeth, unwilling to allow herself to be delayed by something as trivial as the weather. She hurried through the parking lot, her heels slapping the wet ground, her coat offering little protection from the relentless rain. As she pushed through the revolving doors of the hotel, water dripped off her clothes, pooling at her feet. Her hair was plastered to her face, and her dress clung to her skin, the fabric heavy from the soaking.

The lobby was bustling with guests, but Meera barely noticed them. Her mind was still fixed on the deal she'd just secured, the feeling of Vidyuth's conditions weighing heavily on her chest. She made her way swiftly toward the elevator, hoping to retreat to the safety and privacy of her suite.

The elevator doors slid open, and as the doors closed behind her, Meera leaned back against the wall, taking a deep breath. She was exhausted—physically, mentally, and emotionally. It had been a long day, and now, with the rain still pouring outside, she longed for nothing more than to escape into the comfort of her hotel room.

When the elevator finally reached her floor, she stepped out into the hallway, her steps slow and heavy. She had only a few more steps to go before reaching her suite, when she saw a figure standing at the door.

Her pulse quickened as she saw him.

Vidyuth.

He was leaning against the doorframe, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were sharp, intense as they studied her from the moment she stepped into the hallway. Meera stopped in her tracks, momentarily caught off guard. She hadn't expected him to be here so soon.

"Meera,"

Vidyuth's deep voice rumbled, his tone carrying a hint of amusement, though his eyes remained calculating.

"I see you get caught in the rain."

Meera glanced down at herself, noticing how her clothes clung to her body, dripping wet and uncomfortable. She hadn't given it much thought on her way up, too focused on the whirlwind of emotions and thoughts swirling around in her head. But now, in front of Vidyuth, it was impossible to ignore how vulnerable she looked how badly she wanted him she felt it.

"Obviously,"

She said dryly, attempting to not feel his fiercing gaze.

"But I'm sure you're enjoying the sight."

Vidyuth straightened, pushing himself off the doorframe with a slow, deliberate movement. His gaze never left her, and a faint, knowing smile tugged at the corner of his lips.

"You always did have a way of looking... captivating, even when you weren't trying,"

He remarked, his eyes flicking over her wet form.

"Though, I must admit, this is an interesting sight. The fierce Wifie, drenched and disheveled."

Meera narrowed her eyes, irritated by his casual demeanor. He knew exactly how to get under her skin, to make her feel both exposed and insignificant. But she wouldn't give him the satisfaction. She pushed past him toward the door.

Before she could step inside, Vidyuth's voice stopped her.

"You're not just going to walk away from me like that, are you?"

She turned to face him, standing in the doorway, still dripping wet.

"I never go back from words"

she widened the door letting him enter inside, Vidyuth's smile deepened, his eyes flickering with something unreadable.

"I don't need an invitation, Wifie. Not when I'm already in the building."

Her frustration flared.

"You only know to enter like thief right, Vidyuth?"

she asked him. Vidyuth stepped forward, his movements deliberate, and for a moment, Meera was reminded of the man she had once known strong, confident, and utterly determined. He reached out, his hand brushing a strand of wet hair away from her face, his fingers lingering on her skin. He said softly.

"You are my home, and I want my home"

The words, though spoken gently, her heart fluttered.

"You really are impossible,"

She muttered, shaking her head. Vidyuth's gaze softened, and for a brief moment, she saw something else in his eyes something almost tender. But it was gone just as quickly as it had appeared.

"You're upset, I can tell."

He said, his voice low.Meera crossed her arms over her chest, her heart racing.

"I'm fine."

"You don't look fine,"

He replied, his gaze trailing over her still-drenched form.

"You look like you need a change of clothes."

She was about to protest, to demand that he leave her, when Vidyuth interrupted.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be, Meera. You knew what you were getting into."

With a resigned sigh, she stepped into the room, As she turned away to get a towel, she could feel Vidyuth's eyes on her, his gaze like a weight on her shoulders. The lines between their past and present were blurring, and Meera wasn't sure how long she could keep pretending she was unaffected, her clothes still soaked through from the downpour, feeling the cool air from the air conditioning bite at her wet skin. The beads of water slid down her neck, tracing a path down to her chest, making her aware of just how vulnerable she was in that moment. But it wasn't the cold that made her feel exposed it was him. Vidyuth's presence loomed behind her, like a heavy weight that seemed to follow her every movement.

She heard him step behind her, his footsteps echoing as he closed the door softly, but deliberately. His eyes, dark with unspoken thoughts, never left her, and even though she didn't dare look at him, she could feel the intensity of his gaze like a physical touch.

"Change"

Vidyuth's voice was low, thick with something she couldn't quite place. Meera turned, forcing herself to meet his eyes despite the turmoil that stirred inside her. His stare was predatory, as if he could see right through her, into the very essence of her.

"Vidyuth leave"

She replied sensitively, though her pulse raced beneath her skin. She reached for the towel, feeling his gaze linger, the air between them crackling with unspoken tension.

Vidyuth took a step forward, his movements slow, controlled, as if he was savoring the moment. He stood just a few feet away, close enough that Meera could feel the heat radiating off him, but far enough that it seemed like an unspoken invitation for her to close the distance. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the weight of his gaze intensify. The room suddenly felt smaller, the air heavier.

"Stubborn, So Stubborn Wifie"

Vidyuth said, his voice almost a whisper. His words were filled with the same quiet intensity, laced with an underlying edge. He reached forward, brushing a wet strand of hair from her face, his fingers grazing her skin. The touch sent a jolt through her body, and she fought the instinct to flinch away.

"Vidyuth"

Meera muttered, barely able to keep her voice steady. Her mind screamed at her to step away, to regain control, but her body betrayed her. She couldn't seem to move, caught between the attraction and the anger that always simmered beneath the surface when it came to him. Vidyuth smirked, a glimmer of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.

"I know you want me Wifie"

His fingers lingered near her face, his touch almost possessive as they traced her jawline. Meera's breath hitched, her heart pounding louder than the rain outside. The electricity between them had always been undeniable, and in this moment, it felt like everything that had been left unsaid, unresolved, was rushing to the surface.

"I don't need this,"

Meera whispered, her voice strained as she backed away, turning toward the window, desperate for some distance. But even as she moved, she could feel him following her, his presence heavy and inescapable.

"Order me to leave Wifie"

He asked, his voice so close now that she could feel the warmth of his breath on her neck no word escaped from her.

"Accept You want me, Wifie"

She closed her eyes for a brief moment, her pulse racing, her mind at war. Every fiber of her being told her to walk away, to put up the walls she had so carefully constructed around herself. But the pull of him was magnetic, like a force she couldn't resist. She could feel the heat from his body drawing her in, making it hard to breathe, let alone think clearly.

"I Need youhhhhh"

She moaned, but it came out more as a plea than a command. She didn't know whether she was asking him to stop or to pull her in further, but she was powerless to stop him.

Vidyuth stepped even closer, his chest nearly touching her back now. The proximity made her body ache with something she couldn't name, a desperate yearning that had always simmered beneath her cool exterior whenever they were together. His hand came to rest on her waist, fingers curling in a subtle claim that made her skin burn under his touch.

"As you say My Queen"

He murmured, his voice dark with something both dangerous and enticing.

Meera's heart pounded, her breaths shallow and uneven. The no urge to push him away, to deny the undeniable, was strong, but so was the temptation to lean into it, to give in to the chemistry that had always ignited between them.

The tension in the air was palpable, the silence hanging heavy as they both stood there, suspended in the moment, neither daring to speak, yet neither daring to break the spell.

His lips brushed against her ear, Meera closed her eyes, her body trembling from the proximity, from the pull of him. She had to admit, she was just as much a part of this tangled web of desire, just as much a prisoner to the storm they had created between them. But even as she stood there, feeling the heat of his touch and the weight of his words, a part of her wanted to resist, to walk away. But that part was growing smaller with each passing second, drowned out by the undeniable truth that this whatever this was between them had never been about control. It had always been about desire.

Meera felt his gaze, a warmth spreading through her that she had never quite experienced before. She knew tonight was the night; she could feel it in her bones. Her heart raced as she took a step closer, her body unconsciously moving towards him like a moth to a flame. Her breathing grew shallow, her pulse pounding in her ears as she waited for him to make the next move.

Vidyuth took a deep breath, his eyes never leaving hers. He reached out, his hand trembling slightly as he brushed a wet strand of hair from her face. The electricity between them crackled, and he leaned in, capturing her mouth in a kiss that was both tender and urgent. Meera melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as she deepened the kiss, her tongue exploring the warm cavern of his mouth.

Their kiss grew more passionate as their bodies pressed closer, the dampness from the rain clinging to her clothes creating a delicious friction against his skin. He could feel her heart racing through the fabric of her blouse, matching the tempo of his own. His hands moved down to her waist, gripping her firmly as he pulled her closer, their kisses growing more feverish with each passing second.Meera's body responded to his touch, arching into him with a need that had been building for so long. Her own hands roamed over his shoulders, feeling the tension coiled there, the strength of his arms. She broke the kiss, panting slightly, and looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire.

"Let me breath"

She whispered, the words hung in the air, he took a step back, his eyes never leaving hers, and began to unbutton her shirt. Each button released a little more of her, revealing the pale, soft skin beneath. The sight of her in just her bra was almost too much for him to handle; he had to clench his fists to keep from ripping the garment away.

Meera's hands mirrored his movements, her trembling fingers working the buttons of his shirt. As each piece of clothing fell to the floor, the tension grew thicker, more palpable. When they were both bare-chested, he pulled her back into his arms, his hands sliding around to cup her breasts.

Her nipples pebbled under his touch, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core. She gasped, her eyes fluttering shut, and he took the opportunity to kiss her neck, nibbling at her earlobes and sending shivers down her spine.

Vidyuth groaned as she slid her hands in his neck that decresed the closeness, feeling the hardness of his arousal. He had dreamed of this moment countless times, but the reality was so much more intense than anything he had ever imagined. He kissed her again, deeper this time.

Her touch was tentative at first, exploring area of his color bone curiosity and excitement. and he felt his control slipping away. He pulled back, his eyes locking onto hers, and whispered,

"Take off your pants."

Meera complied, her cheeks flushing as she shimmied out of her wet slacks, leaving her in just her matching set of lacy underwear. She stepped closer to him, her breasts brushing against his chest, and he could feel the heat of her body. He kissed her again, his hand sliding down to the waistband of her panties. He hooked his thumbs under the elastic and began to lower them, revealing her smooth, bare skin.

Vidyuth felt his own pants grow tighter with anticipation. He stepped away from her briefly, Meera's eyes widened at the sight of hight tightness around his manhood, a mix of excitement and nerves playing across her features. He  picked her up in a bridle style taking her on the bed, his eyes never leaving hers.

They tumbled onto the mattress, a tangle of limbs and desire. He kissed her again, his hand sliding down her body, tracing the curve of her hip before settling between her thighs. He felt the dampness of her arousal and groaned against her mouth, his fingers delving into the soft folds of her sex. Meera's breath caught in her throat, her legs parting instinctively for him.With gentle pressure, he found her clit, stroking it lightly with his thumb. Meera's eyes flew open, and she gasped, her body tightening with each touch. She had never felt anything so exquisite, so raw and intimate. Her hands roamed over his back, her nails digging in as she tried to get closer, to feel more of him.

He moved his hand away from her face to allow her to breathe, his thumb now working in a slow, steady rhythm that sent waves of pleasure crashing through her. Her hips began to move in sync with his touch, a silent plea for more. He obliged, sliding a finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him.

Meera's eyes rolled back, her mouth forming a silent 'O' of surprise and delight. She had never been touched so intimately, and the sensation was overwhelming. Her body responded to him, arching up to meet his hand, her legs trembling with the effort to hold back the orgasm that was building within her.

Vidyuth watched her face, the way her features contorted with each stroke of his thumb. He felt a surge of power, of pride, that he could bring her so much pleasure. His finger moved faster, applying just the right amount of pressure, as he watched her body climb closer and closer to the edge.

Meera's breath hitched, her eyes squeezed shut, as the orgasm took over. She bit her lip, trying to hold back the moan that bubbled up in her chest. It was too much, too intense, and she couldn't contain it. Her body spasmed, her hips bucking upward as she came, riding the waves of pleasure that washed over her.

Vidyuth watched her face, the look of pure ecstasy, and felt his own desire peak. He had never seen anyone so beautiful, so lost in passion, and it was all for him. He leaned in, kissing her neck as her body trembled beneath him, savoring the moment before he claimed her fully.But as the last tremors of her climax subsided, Meera's expression grew serious.

"Vidyuth,"

She whispered, her voice shaking,

"why did I let you touch me?"

Her question hung in the air, thick with the scent of their desire.He froze, his hand still resting between her legs, unsure of how to respond. He had been lost in the moment, consumed by his own need, but her words brought him back to reality with a jolt.

"Because we're meant to be together and you are mine"

Meera's eyes filled with tears, and she bit her lip, her chest heaving with emotion.

"But what if that's all I am to you?"

She whispered.

"A thing to be used, a pawn in your games?"

Vidyuth felt like he had been punched in the gut. He had never intended to make her feel that way, never wanted to be the cause of her pain. He pulled his hand away, his mind racing.

"No, Wifie"

He said, his voice strained.

"You're not a pawn. You're the queen, the most precious one"

But the words seemed hollow in the face of her doubt. He knew he had to show her, to prove it. He leaned in, his forehead resting against hers, his eyes searching hers.

"You're not just a body to me,"

He murmured.

"You're my heart, my soul. I would never use you, I was stupid brainless Short Circuit as you say when I thought about using, not anymore you have become only source of life for me"

Meera's eyes searched his, looking for the truth.

"But what if I wanted this?"

She whispered.

"What if  I'm using you for my pleasure? What if you are nothing but Toy for me?"

Her voice cracked on the last word, the confession painful. Vidyuth's hand stilled, his thumb resting against her still-throbbing clit.

In that moment, the air between Meera and Vidyuth felt thick with unspoken emotions. Meera, who had always prided herself on her strength and independence, now found herself at a breaking point. She had wanted to hurt him, to make him feel the same sharp pain she had carried for so long, but the words that slipped out of his mouth struck her in a way she hadn't expected.

"I'll take that as my punishment, you can punish me, you can use me you can hurt me emotionally physically, however you want, as much long you want even if it is forever I'll take everything you me, your hate, your love, tears everything, But please stay with me, please don't leave me not again please"

Vidyuth's voice had cracked with raw sincerity, as though every part of him was laid bare in that single desperate plea. Meera, who had been preparing herself to throw a final verbal blow, found herself caught in the undertow of his vulnerability. She had never seen him like this never heard him express such a surrender, such a willingness to endure whatever pain she wished to inflict. The words were a silent confession of everything he had hidden behind his walls, and they shattered her.

Her breath caught in her throat, her heart slammed against her ribs as she processed what he had said. She had expected anger, bitterness, or even more cruel accusations from him, but not this. Not this raw, undiluted need. It was as though the world had tilted on its axis, and for the first time in years, she wasn't sure of anything anymore.

She could feel the weight of the words she had been about to speak her venomous retorts, the walls she had built between them collapsing. Her fingers, trembling, gripped the edges of the blanket beside her, as if trying to hold on to some semblance of control. She pulled it over herself, covering her face in an attempt to block out the swirl of emotions threatening to overwhelm her.

Her breath turned shallow as her eyes welled up. She had spent so long running away from him, convincing herself that his presence only brought her pain. She had believed that hating him would somehow heal the scars he had left on her soul. But his words unraveled all of that. And in that moment, she realized that the hate she had been carrying was just a mask for a much deeper wound a wound that his plea had just reopened.

Tears slid down her face, and she curled into herself under the blanket, unable to stop the wave of emotion that flooded her. The grief of their broken past, the love she could never quite let go of, the pain of seeing him in this state it all felt like too much.

Vidyuth, who had been standing motionless, watching her silently, now felt a pang of worry shoot through him. His heart twisted painfully as he saw Meera, the woman who had been his enemy, his wife, the one he had both loved and resented, now crumpling in front of him. He couldn't bear it. He hadn't meant to break her, but it seemed as though his confession had done just that.

"Meera..."

He whispered her name, stepping forward slowly, unsure of what to do. He reached out tentatively, as if afraid to break the fragile space between them even further.

"Meera, please don't..."

But she couldn't answer him. The blanket muffled her sobs, and her body shook with the force of them. She felt as if every emotion she had buried so deep inside was now spilling out in an uncontrollable flood. How could he ask her to stay with him, knowing everything that had happened between them? How could he be so vulnerable with her after all the pain they had caused each other?

Vidyuth crouched down beside her, his heart aching as he saw how much she was breaking in front of him. His hand hovered above her, uncertain whether she would allow him to comfort her or push him away.

"Meera... please talk to me. Please don't shut me out now."

But Meera couldn't find the words. She just cried, the sound of her heart breaking too loud to ignore. Vidyuth sat down beside her, his own feelings a whirlwind of guilt, love, and despair. He wanted to hold her, to tell her that he would make everything right, but he knew that wasn't something he could promise not yet. All he could do was be there, quietly, patiently, until she was ready to let him in again.

Time seemed to stretch infinitely as the two of them sat there, the air thick with the weight of what had been said, what had been lost, and what still lingered between them. Neither of them knew what came next, but in that fragile moment, they both knew that the past was far from over.

The silence stretched between them, heavy with the unspoken. Meera had cried herself out, her sobs gradually subsiding into soft, ragged breaths. Vidyuth, who had stayed by her side, waiting patiently, could feel the tension in the air begin to shift. He hadn't dared to touch her, respecting the fragile space she seemed to need, but his presence remained constant—unwavering.

Finally, Meera shifted slightly, the blanket still clutched in her hands. Her voice was soft, almost hesitant, as if speaking the truth was the hardest thing she'd ever done.

"I wanted to hurt you,"

She whispered, the words raw and vulnerable.

"I thought if I could hurt you, maybe I could stop hurting. I thought it would make everything go away my pain, my anger... everything."

Vidyuth, who had been staring at the floor, his hands clenched in frustration, turned his gaze back to her, his heart sinking. He hadn't expected this. he said, his voice low but firm.

"You can punish me"

Her eyes met his, filled with a mixture of regret and raw emotion.

"But I did. I hurt you anyway. And now... now I realize that hurting you is like hurting myself. Every time I try to push you away, every time I lash out... it's me who's breaking. Not just you."

Vidyuth sat there, frozen, her words slowly sinking in. She looked so small, so fragile in that moment, as if all the strength she had built over  crumbled in the face of this truth.

"I didn't want to feel this way,"

Meera continued, her voice shaky.

"I didn't want to care. But it's impossible. Every time you looked at me like you did earlier, I saw how much you still wanted me, and it just made everything worse. I couldn't take it."

Vidyuth felt the knot in his chest tighten as he watched her, his heart breaking at the realization of how deeply she had been hurt by their past. He reached out, gently placing a hand on hers, the touch tentative but filled with the weight of everything they hadn't said.

"You don't have to push me away, Meera,"

Hhe said softly.

"You never did. I understand more than you think... about pain, about anger... But we don't have to keep doing this to each other. We can figure this out. Together."

For the first time in a long while, Meera met his gaze without the walls she had so carefully built around herself. A tear slipped down her cheek, and she whispered,

"I hate you.. i hate you vidyuth I hate you"

Vidyuth's hand tightened around hers, a sense of relief washing over him as he realized the first step toward healing had been taken. It wasn't going to be easy, and they both knew that, but in this moment, there was hope hope that their broken pieces could, in time, fit back together.

The silence lingered for a few moments longer, each of them lost in the weight of their own emotions. Meera felt a strange heaviness in her chest, the kind that only came when something unspoken was finally ready to break free. She shifted, sitting up a little straighter, her fingers still trembling slightly under his gentle touch.

"I don't know what to do with all of this,"

she whispered, her voice barely audible, but filled with so much vulnerability that it was impossible to ignore. She closed her eyes for a brief second, steadying herself before speaking again.

"Vidyuth, I... I don't know when it happened. But somewhere along the way, I stopped hating you."

His heart gave a sharp lurch at her words, but he didn't interrupt her. He wanted to hear this. He needed to hear this. Meera opened her eyes, her gaze locking with his, raw and unguarded.

"At first, I thought I hated you for everything we went through, for everything you did. But then... then there was this pain inside of me like I couldn't breathe whenever you were near. I thought it was hatred, but it was something else. Something deeper. I started to realize that, no matter how hard I tried to deny it, I... I still cared for you. I never stopped."

The words hung in the air, and Vidyuth felt his pulse quicken as he tried to process what she was saying. She cared for him. After everything they had been through, after the years of hurt, she was confessing that she still had feelings for him. Meera continued, her voice trembling now.

"I've been trying so hard to keep my distance, to protect myself. But the more I tried to push you away, the more I realized I couldn't. I didn't know how to deal with it... with us... and it scared me. Because you... you still have the power to destroy me, Vidyuth. And I think I let you."

Vidyuth's hand moved slowly to her cheek, brushing away the tear that had fallen, his fingers trembling just slightly. "Meera..." he breathed, unable to find the words to express how overwhelmed he felt by her confession. her voice breaking slightly.

"I'm not asking for things to go back to how they were. But I can't keep lying to myself anymore. I... I still love you. And I don't know if I'll eve, stop."

Her confession, so simple and yet so profound, hung in the air between them, and for a long moment, neither of them spoke. The truth had been laid bare, raw and fragile, and neither of them knew what would come next. But in that moment, with her admission, there was no more pretense, no more walls. Just the raw, unfiltered truth of what had always been buried deep inside her heart.

Vidyuth didn't say anything at first. He just looked at her, his eyes full of a mixture of tenderness, and something deeper. Then, finally, he whispered, his voice rough, "I never stopped loving you, Meera. Not for a single moment."

And in that shared silence, their hearts seemed to finally recognize each other again two people who had hurt each other, who had tried to move on, but whose connection could never truly be broken. The road ahead was uncertain, but for the first time, both of them felt like they could finally breathe, knowing that the truth was out, and perhaps, just perhaps, there was still a way forward for them.

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I know how much you guys have been waiting for his movement well this chapter is going  to continue in next chapter enjoy.