CHAPTER 12
MAAHI
The sting of Shyam's betrayal burns my cheeks as I glare at him with undisguised contempt.
“Get out of this house!” I snarl, my voice laced with venom.
His eyes widen in horror, but I remain stern in my resolve. Shyam can never be the man I would marry. It's not merely about Devki Estate; he lacks the fundamental respect for me and my work. All these months, our connection was nothing but a facade, and I am done with his deceit.
“You are making a grave mistake, Maahi. The entire society recognizes you as my fiancée. And they are well aware of the changes in you ever since the grandson of this household has returned,” Shyam spits out, his tone acidic. “I don’t have to tell you what changes I am talking about.”
I freeze, momentarily stunned by his insinuation. Before I can formulate a scathing retort, Vikram steps in, shielding me from Shyam's view. He grips Shyam's collar, his presence commanding and intimidating.
“Now you're stooping to cheap tactics, Shyam. Utter another word against my Daadi or Maahi, and I'll forget you were ever invited as a guest here,” Vikram's voice booms, clear and resolute, his tone enough to instil fear in Shyam's core.
Shrugging off Vikram's grip, Shyam retreats, hastily exiting the property. Within a minute, that wretched man is gone, and I hope never to lay eyes on him again. He has hurt me, but his actions have wounded Daadi the most.