SELL MY ORGANS
ADITHYA MENON
I opened the door and stepped out, dragging a hand over my face like I could wipe away everything I had just said, everything I had just felt, but it didn’t work, because my chest still felt too tight, my breathing still uneven, like my heart had finally said too much and didn’t know how to go back to silence again.
The moment I stepped out, Vihaan was already there, walking toward me.
“Adithya, I am taking—”
“You fucking take her wherever you want, motherfucker,” I snapped, my voice sharp, anger flaring up so suddenly that even I couldn’t hold it back anymore, because it was easier to be angry than to feel everything else that was tearing through me.
He stopped and stared at me.
But I didn’t stop.
“You keep saying it again and again, knowing very well that it hurts me, don’t you?”
“You enjoy this, don’t you? You like watching me feel this… like I’m some joke to you when you keep saying you’re taking her away from me.”
“You think I don’t understand? You think I don’t see what you’re doing?”
“She’s not some file you can transfer from one place to another, she’s not something you can just take away like she doesn’t matter to anyone else.”
My chest rose and fell sharply as I stepped even closer, the distance between us almost gone now.
“She matters to me,” I said, quieter this time—but heavier, more dangerous in honesty. “And you know that.”
I stepped away from him, dragging in a breath that didn’t steady me the way I wanted it to.
“You can’t afford her treatment—”
“You don’t get to say that, I would even sell my organs if I have to, I would do anything to pay for her treatment.”
My jaw clenched tightly, frustration boiling over, raw and unfiltered now.
“You don’t get to stand there and decide what I can or cannot afford, not when it comes to her.”
“I don’t care how much it costs,” I muttered, quieter now but no less firm. “I’ll find a way.”
“Both of you are getting divorced in a few days, why are you acting like this now?” he asked.
“I am not your puppet, I don’t act and dance according to whatever you people decide. I am a fucking human being, I have emotions. I feel things.”
My eyes burned as I looked straight at him.
“You guys force me into a marriage, and now you want to divorce me like it’s nothing… like I’m some use-and-throw plastic cup you’re done with.”
The bitterness in my voice didn’t even try to hide itself anymore.
“Why should I bend to every decision you make? Why should I just stand there and accept whatever you decide for my life like I don’t have a say in it?”
I stepped closer, my gaze unwavering now.
“I won’t divorce her,”
“Do whatever you want.”
I turned around and took a step, ready to walk away before I said something worse—before I completely lost control—
“Say how much money you want to divorce her.”
His voice stopped me mid-step.
I stormed toward him, every step heavier than the last, anger surging through me like something that had been waiting for an excuse to break free.
“You think you can bribe me into anything? First, you did the same thing to make me withdraw the case,”
“And now this?”
I let out a bitter laugh, shaking my head in disbelief.
“Are you playing with my feelings?” I asked, my voice dropping—but it didn’t lose its intensity. If anything, it grew heavier.
“You people really think I’m some kind of robot, don’t you? That I’m heartless? That I don’t feel anything no matter what you do to me?”
" I lost my family because of this marriage.
I lost myself. No matter how much I feel for her now, but the first few months of this marriage was complete torture to me.
I even tried to take my own life. I regretted everything.
I lost the purpose of living when my parents said their son is dead.
Tell me now, you low-life rich brat...can your money compensate my pain? "
“I lost everything I had in my life, and don’t fucking think you can take her away from me so easily, Mr. Vihaan.”
“You know what she said inside?” I asked, raising my eyebrows at him, my lips curving into a smile.
He didn’t respond.
“She said she wants to stay with me.”
“That one sentence is enough for me, I don’t need anything else. I don’t need your approval. I don’t need your permission.”
My jaw clenched as I took a step forward, my voice dropping but growing sharper.
“I will go to any extent to keep her with me.”
“What will you do?” I challenged, my eyes narrowing slightly. “Point a gun at me? Threaten to kill me and my family again?”
“And what then?”
“You think I’ll step back?”
I shook my head slowly.
“No.”
“I am saying this for your own good. She won’t live longer. Her life span—”
I slapped him on his cheek before my mind could protest.
“Don’t fucking say that,” I snapped, my voice shaking—not with fear, but with something far more uncontrollable—as I grabbed his collar tightly, pulling him toward me.
He didn’t flinch.
Didn’t even try to stop me.
“That’s the truth,” he said, his voice calm, almost detached. “It won’t change just because you slap me.”
“You don’t get to decide that,” I shot back, my voice low but burning with defiance.
I shoved him away as I turned and walked out.
The corridor had gone silent.
Every nurse.
Every patient.
Every attendant — all of them staring.
Because they had just witnessed something they weren’t supposed to.
Their chairman standing there and me walking away after slapping him.
As I walked away, still burning with everything that had just happened, my steps fast and uneven, my mind nowhere near calm....I saw a disgusting sight.
My ex.
Her eyes widened the moment she saw me, like she had just witnessed something unbelievable.
I rolled my eyes at her, not even bothering to slow down as I walked out of the hospital.
......
VIYANA SINCLAIR
The door burst open so suddenly that the sharp sound of it crashing against the wall made my entire body jolt, my heart skipping a beat as I instinctively straightened up on the bed, my fingers clutching the bedsheet slightly as my eyes snapped toward the entrance.
Vihaan stood there.
Breathing unevenly.
Anger written all over his face in a way I had rarely seen before.
And then I noticed it—
His cheek.
Red.
The imprint of fingers visible against his skin.
My heart clenched instantly at the sight, a strange mix of shock, confusion, settling inside me.
“Your husband is crossing his limits,” he said, his voice tight.
My brows furrowed as I pushed myself to sit straighter despite the weakness in my body.
“What happened?” I asked.
“First you slapped me… and now your poor, asshole husband,” he continued, letting out a humorless laugh that didn’t reach his eyes, the frustration in him spilling over with every word. “Am I some kind of joke to both of you?”
“Can you explain what happened instead of blabbering?” I said, my voice firmer.
“I was just about to tell him that I’m taking you to my house for a week until you recover properly,”
“But he didn’t even let me finish. He jumped to conclusions, started talking non-stop, and then—”
He gave a short, disbelieving laugh.
“—he started challenging me,” he added, his eyes flickering toward me like he expected me to react.
“He said he won’t let me take you away from him.”
“He’s acting like…l am a psycho who is trying to separate two love birds.”
“Adithya wouldn’t have slapped you just because you said that,” I said, my voice calm.
He turned away immediately.
That alone told me enough.
“Uh…” he dragged it out awkwardly, scratching the back of his neck like a guilty kid caught red-handed. “I told him you won’t live longer and yeah… he slapped me.”
I bit my lip instantly, turning my head away to hide it, but the smile still slipped out.
“Wow,” he said, clapping his hands slowly, sarcasm dripping from every movement as he looked at me. “What a lovely sister I have.”
I shrugged slightly, still trying—and failing—to control my smile.
“Well…” I said, glancing back at him innocently, “you kind of deserved it.”
He stared at me.
“You’re taking his side?” he asked.
I shrugged my shoulders lightly, turning my face away from him since I wasn’t interested in continuing this pointless argument, but my mind wasn’t there at all—it was still stuck, still replaying every word Adithya had said before walking out,
the way his voice had broken,
the way he had looked at me like I was something he couldn’t afford to lose.
“He said he won't give the divorce,” Vihaan’s voice cut through my thoughts.
My head snapped toward him instantly.
“What!?”