CHAPTER 50

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The sunlight filtered gently through the curtains, bathing the room in soft hues of gold. Vidyuth lay on his side, his gaze fixed on Meera's sleeping face. The slow rise and fall of her chest, the soft curve of her lips it was a peaceful image, one he wished would last forever.

He couldn't tear his eyes away from her. The night they had shared, so intimate and raw, still lingered in the air between them. It was as though time had stopped in that moment, yet his mind raced, filled with thoughts of what had happened, of where they had been, and where they could go.

Meera's quiet breathing shifted, and slowly, she began to stir. Her eyes fluttered open, blinking in the soft morning light as her gaze met his. For a moment, there was just silence—comfortable, yet heavy.

"Good morning,"

She whispered, her voice still husky from sleep, the remnants of the night still evident in her tone.

"Morning,"

Vidyuth replied softly, a small, gentle smile curving his lips.

She stretched lazily, her fingers brushing the sheets as she adjusted her position, her body still warm from the shared intimacy of the previous night. Vidyuth's heart swelled with tenderness for her- her strength, her beauty, her vulnerability.

But before either of them could speak further, Meera's expression shifted. There was a sudden sadness in her eyes, something far deeper than he could have expected.

"Vidyuth,"

She said quietly, almost as if the words were too heavy to say out loud.

"There's something I need to tell you."

He turned fully to face her, his concern growing.

"What is it, Meera? You can tell me anything."

Meera swallowed, her hands trembling slightly as she gathered the courage to continue.

"When I reached Spain two years ago... I was kidnapped by Rohit Roy."

The words hit Vidyuth like a punch to the stomach, a cold, tight knot forming in his chest. He immediately reached for her hand, his grip firm but gentle, trying to convey the comfort he was desperate to give.

"Meera,"

He said, his voice steady but filled with hurt.

"Why didn't you tell me this sooner? What happened to you? How did you—"

She shook her head, cutting him off.

"I don't remember, Vidyuth. I don't remember anything after that. I just... I woke up one day, and I was somewhere else. George rescued me, but everything before that is... a blur."

Her voice cracked as she spoke, her eyes welling with unshed tears. The raw vulnerability in her words shook him to the core. Vidyuth moved closer, his heart aching for the pain she had endured.

"Wifie..."

He whispered, his hand cupping her face, his thumb gently brushing away the tears that had begun to fall.

"I'm so sorry. You never deserved any of that. I can't even imagine the hell you went through."

She wiped at her eyes, taking in a shaky breath, but there was something else in her gaze—something that made his heart stop for a second.

"I don't even know if... if I was still a virgin yesterday when it happened,"

Meera confessed, he ignored the thought of her being soo innocent that she didnt even realise she was virgin yesterday, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I don't remember anything, About those days I don't know if it was... if it was consensual. I don't know what happened to me, Vidyuth."

The words struck Vidyuth with the force of a thunderclap, tearing through him in ways he couldn't have predicted. His heart shattered, a deep, overwhelming ache filling his chest as he pulled her closer, his arms enveloping her in a protective embrace.

"Meera, My Wifie listen to me,"

He said firmly, his voice thick with emotion.

"You are pure as the water of Ganga, You were a virgin when we were together. I swear to you, nothing about last night was anything less than what it should have been. You don't need to worry about anything, okay? I'm here. You're safe. Rohit  fucking Roy won't touch you again. Not while I'm here."

Meera clung to him, her body trembling as the panic slowly faded.

"But what if... what if I can't remember? What if... what if everything's messed up because of what he did to me?"

Vidyuth pulled back slightly, lifting her chin to look into her eyes, his gaze unwavering, filled with the certainty of someone who had been through enough pain to know exactly what he wanted.

"Wifie,"

He said, his voice low but filled with conviction,

"You don't have to be afraid. I'll take care of everything. Whatever happened before, it doesn't define you. You're here, with me, and I won't let anyone hurt you again. You're not alone in this, I swear it."

Her breath hitched as she looked up at him, the fear in her eyes slowly fading, replaced by the smallest flicker of hope.

"I'm not scared of you, Vidyuth,"

She whispered.

"If you're here, if you say you'll protect me..."

"I will,"

He assured her, his hands cupping her face gently, his forehead resting against hers.

"You don't have to remember everything to know that I'm not going anywhere. You don't have to be scared anymore. I'll make sure you're safe. Always, And ill make sure Rohit Roy see my Wrath"

Meera closed her eyes, her hands gripping his arms as if anchoring herself to him, to his promise. And in that moment, the pain of the past- both hers and his- seemed a little more bearable, a little less overwhelming. With Vidyuth beside her, she had the faintest sense that maybe, just maybe, she could find her way back from the darkness.

And for the first time in a long while, she let herself believe that it might be possible.

A storm was brewing in Vidyuth's chest—dark and unforgiving. Meera's confession about the kidnapping, about the things she couldn't remember, only deepened the pain he felt for her. But there was something else in her words that unsettled him, a question he couldn't shake.

George.

The man who had "rescued" her. The man who had always been there for her, even when Vidyuth had been absent. Vidyuth had never trusted George entirely. There was something about the man that always made his instincts scream, a deep sense of possessiveness that rubbed him the wrong way. But now, after hearing what Meera had been through, after learning that George had been the one to pull her out of that nightmare, his doubt turned into something far darker.

George had been too close to her during those years in Spain. Too involved. It wasn't just a friendship—there was something more, something unsaid, a bond that went deeper than Vidyuth had ever imagined.

Vidyuth's mind raced as he sat on the edge of the bed, his hands clenched into fists at his sides. He stared at the floor, the weight of his thoughts pressing down on him. He couldn't let George's involvement go unchecked. What if George knew more than he had let on? What if there was something he hadn't told Meera?

He'd always known George as someone who played the role of the good friend, the supportive companion, but what if he was hiding something darker? What if he had been there, in Spain, when Meera had been kidnapped, and perhaps—just perhaps—he had even played a part in her suffering?

'No,' Vidyuth thought, his jaw tightening. 'He will Die in my Bare hands'

But it wouldn't leave. His instincts were screaming at him, urging him to find answers, to dig deeper. George's ties to Meera went beyond friendship, and he needed to uncover the truth. The more Vidyuth thought about it, the more his anger grew. If George had known what had happened to Meera, if he had been there, waiting for the right moment to step in, to play the hero—then he would make him pay for every second of Meera's torment.

His gaze shifted back to her, still lying on the bed, her eyes closed as she tried to compose herself. The softness of her features only made the rage simmer inside him more intensely. Rohit Roy.

Vidyuth knew she was exhausted—mentally and physically—after everything that had unfolded in Spain.  Vidyuth had decided to let her rest, not wanting to disturb her after the long night they spent. He quietly slipped out of bed, taking care not to wake her, and headed straight for the kitchen. His mind wandered as he made breakfast, the scent of freshly brewed coffee, and the soft hum of the apartment made it all feel strangely domestic.

He worked quietly, knowing that Meera would appreciate a good meal after such an emotionally exhausting time. He thought about the things she'd shared with him about Spain, her past, and the pain she'd kept hidden for so long. He wanted her to feel safe, loved, and cherished.

After a while, breakfast was ready. He stood by the window, looking out at the morning sun. His thoughts were interrupted when he heard the soft sound of footsteps approaching. Meera emerged from the bathroom, her skin still glistening from her shower, her hair wet and falling loosely around her shoulders.

Vidyuth's gaze immediately softened as he saw her, still looking like a vision despite the exhaustion. There was something about her — raw, beautiful, and fragile in a way she never let anyone see.

He couldn't resist teasing her a little. With a smirk, he leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms.

"Got up and freshened too wifie?"

Meera blinked at him, her face flushing slightly as she noticed him watching her so intently.

"Yeah"

She replied, her voice still a little groggy from sleep. Vidyuth chuckled, stepping aside and gesturing toward the table.

"Breakfast's ready"

Meera raised an eyebrow as she walked toward the table, sitting down.

"I still cant believe you are cooking for me"

She replied with a teasing smile. Vidyuth joined her, setting the plate of freshly cokked brealfast and  toast down in front of her. The atmosphere between them felt lighter now, the tension that had lingered after their conversation in Spain slowly starting to dissipate.

As she took the first bite, Meera looked up at him, her eyes softening in appreciation.

"It's good,"

She admitted, her voice playful.

"I didn't think you can cook this well"

Vidyuth leaned back in his chair, a satisfied grin tugging at his lips.

"I'm glad you liked it"

She smiled, taking another bite and feeling the warmth of the moment. For a brief moment, there was no pressure, no unresolved issues just the quiet comfort of sharing a meal and some light banter.

"Are you feeling better?"

Vidyuth asked gently, watching her closely as he sipped his coffee.

Meera nodded, setting her fork down.

"I am now"

Her voice was soft, the walls she often kept up slowly starting to lower. Vidyuth reached across the table, his hand brushing hers in a brief but intimate touch.

"It's the least I could do. You've been through a lot."

She looked at him, her heart swelling with an emotion she couldn't quite place. There was something in the way he looked at her—something kind, something genuine. She was beginning to realize how much she had come to depend on his quiet strength.

"Let's just take it easy today,"

he suggested after a moment, giving her a reassuring smile.

"We don't have to talk about everything at once."

Meera gave a small, grateful nod.

They finished their breakfast in comfortable silence, the bond between them growing stronger with each passing moment. There was no rush, no expectations—just the quiet understanding that sometimes, the best way to heal was simply to be there for each other.

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