Her Tears Dont Matter
Sunlight spilled into the mansion’s corridor, warm and soft nothing like the cold storm waiting inside Aarav’s voice.
Meera walked quietly, head lowered, carrying a tray of morning tea. Her eyes were swollen, faint shadows under them betraying the fact that she hadn’t slept at all. Every time she closed her eyes, she heard his voice again .
“You’ll call me sir. Always.”
Her heart twisted painfully.
She approached his study room, hands trembling. She knocked softly.
No response.
She pushed the door open.
Aarav stood by the large window, sleeves rolled up, phone pressed to his ear. His voice was sharp, commanding, business-like.
“No, increase the quota. I don’t want excuses,” he said, irritation clear. “Fix it before noon.”
He ended the call and turned around. His eyes landed on her immediately.
But not with warmth.Not even with the teasing from last night.
He didn’t speak at first..just looked at her like she was something he accidentally stepped on.
Meera swallowed. “S ..sir… your tea.”
He raised an eyebrow.
“Sir,” he repeated mockingly, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Good. At least you remembered something.”
She lowered her eyes, her grip tightening on the tray.
Aarav walked toward her slowly, each step echoing against the marble floor. She felt herself shrinking back, instinctively afraid.
When he reached her, he didn’t take the tea.
Instead, he looked directly into her tired, tear stained face and scoffed.
“You look pathetic.”
Meera blinked, stung. “I… I’m sorry..”
“Sorry?” he cut her off with a cold laugh. “You should be. You look like you cried all night. As if your tears matter to anyone.”
Her lips parted slightly, the hurt flashing raw in her chest.
He stepped closer, towering over her.
“Tell me, Meera… do you think crying makes you look innocent?” His voice dripped with mockery. “Or do you think it’ll make me treat you differently?”
“I didn’t..” she tried.
He leaned down a little, eyes locking with hers dark, unreadable.
“You’re a maid,” he said softly, brutally. “Act like one. Not like some heartbroken heroine.”
Her breath hitched.
He finally took the tea cup but not gently. His fingers flicked the tray slightly, making the cup rattle. Meera flinched.
His smirk deepened.
“So jumpy,” he murmured. “One night of truth, and you look like this? Shameful.”
She bit her lower lip, trying to stay composed. “I’ll… I’ll try better, sir.”
“Try?” Aarav repeated with another cruel laugh. “You’re already failing.”
Her heart twisted painfully, but she didn’t look up.
He took a sip of the tea then frowned.
“It’s too light.”
Her eyes widened. “I made it like always ”
“That’s the problem,” he snapped. “You can’t even make tea properly. Is it really that hard?”
Tears pricked her eyes, but she blinked them back.
“I’ll remake it.”
“No,” he said sharply. “I don’t need another one.”
He set the cup down with a thud.
“Just get out. I don’t want your face ruining my morning.”
She whispered, “Yes… sir.”
She turned to leave, but his voice came again cold and cutting.
“And Meera…”
She froze.
“Wipe your face before you step outside,” he said, not even looking at her. “People might think I did something to you.”
Then his voice dropped, soft and cruel:
“And you’re not worth the trouble.”
Something inside her cracked.
But she nodded, whispering, “Yes… sir,”
Meera turned to leave, blinking back tears. Her fingers trembled around the tray as she moved toward the door.
But before she could step out
Aarav’s voice cut through the room.
Low. Sharp. Icy.
“Where do you think you’re going?”
She froze mid step, breath catching.
“I… you told me to leave, sir.”
He let out a humorless laugh, cold enough to slice through the air.
“And you always obey so quickly? Desperate to run away?”
She turned slowly, confused, afraid.
Aarav was no longer by the desk.
He was right behind her.So close she could feel his breath against her neck.
She swallowed hard. “S sir…?”
“Turn around,” he said softly.
Every part of her wanted to flee.
But she obeyed, facing him, eyes lowered.
Aarav looked her up and down with slow, measured disdain.
“Pathetic,” he murmured. “You can’t even leave a room without shaking?”
Her cheeks flushed in humiliation.
“I’m not..”
He took a single step forward.
Just one.
And she instinctively stepped backward.
Another step.She backed up again, heartbeat quickening.
Aarav’s eyes gleamed with dark amusement.He didn’t need to touch her.He didn’t need to raise his voice.
Just his presence pushed her back.
“You run,” he murmured. “Even when I don’t chase you. Embarrassing.”
He grabbed her arm tightly and pushed her against him. Her chest touching him . Suddenly he pushed her on his luxurious bed . Her back hit against the bed.Her eyes widened in shock.
Aarav smirked.
“Careful,” he said lightly. “You fall so easily.”
She tried to step sideways but he moved quicker, blocking her.
Her breath hitched.
“A...Aarav Sir..please let me..”
His hand didn’t touch her.
But he leaned forward just enough that she instinctively jerked back.
Aarav stood over her, expression unreadable.Not helping her up.
Not moving away.
Just watching.
Like a predator studying the prey that fell exactly where he wanted.
Meera scrambled to sit up, but he placed one hand on the mattress beside her the sudden closeness making her freeze.
He wasn’t touching her.
But he caged her in with his body.
Her breath trembled.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “One little stumble, and you end up on my bed.”
Her heart pounded painfully.
“I ...I didn’t do anything..”
“You never do anything,” he cut in smoothly. “Yet you always end up exactly where you shouldn’t.”
He leaned closer. Lay on against her . Feel her against him.
Meera tried to move her legs, but her saree got lightly tangled. She felt trapped, breathless, confused.
He started pulling up her saree and touched her legs and felt her leg. Makes her feel shiver and scared both of the time .Aarav tilted his head, studying the panic in her eyes.
“Feeling how my touch makes you week? ” he asked softly.
She nodded before she could stop herself. He suddenly pulled his hand out and touched her lips..
Aarav’s lips are curved.
“Good.”
Suddenly he pulled her saree pallu down from her shoulder.Her chest fell down and up by her breath.
Her breath hitched in shock and her heart rate became crazy. She also felt uncomfortable.
He smirks looking at her scared face . He opens two button of her blouse.
"No, please.. you can't.. it's not right. I don't feel right with it . Please let me go ."she said while her eyes had tears.
He lowered his voice further. Hw saw her green bra.
"It's not.. i just..." She tried to said but didn't know what to say.
"Shh!! Just let me feel you ms sharam " he said kissed her neck.
“You should be weak around me and under me , Meera. You should be nervous. Afraid. Embarrassed.” His gaze dropped slowly to her trembling hands.
“Because you never know if I’ll insult you… or pull you closer.”Her pulse raced.
He lifted his hand slowly and brushed a strand of hair that had fallen across her cheek.
Not gently. Not lovingly.Just enough to make her shudder.
“You cried for me last night,” he said quietly. “And look at you now… sitting on my bed like you belong there.”
Her voice trembled. “I… don’t…”
“No?” he whispered. “Then get up.”
She tried.
She really tried.
But her hands shook too much, and the position made it difficult. She slipped again on the bedding, falling back slightly.
"Let me go, please" Meera said
Aarav watched her struggle with a cruel smile.
“Pathetic,” he murmured. “You can’t even stand properly.”
Her cheeks burned in humiliation. Her chest tightened painfully.
He stepped back finally, giving her air.
“Get up,” he repeated, voice cold and sharp. “And get out.”
She stood shakily, avoiding his eyes and fixed her saree.
“And Meera…”
She stopped.
His voice dropped, soft and dangerous:
“If you ever fall on my bed again . it better be on purpose.” his gaze flickered with something dark, unreadable,
Her heart nearly stopped.Her breath shook violently as she whispered:
“Yes… sir.”
Meera stood, trembling, after he told her to get up. Her heart was already struggling to stay steady, and all she wanted was to escape the humiliation burning her skin.
She reached the door.Her fingers brushed the doorknob when
“Meera.”
Aarav’s voice sliced through the air.
She froze instantly, turning slowly, dread crawling up her spine.
Aarav didn’t move from where he stood near the window. His posture was relaxed… too relaxed.
His eyes, however, were sharp focused directly on her.
“I’m leaving,” he said simply.
Her breath caught. “L..leaving…?”
“I’ll be going abroad,” he said, straightening his cuffs with irritating calmness. “For studies. Business. I don’t know when I’ll return.”
Her heart dropped like a stone.
Abroad?
Leaving?
Just like that?
The shock cracked something inside her.Without thinking without meaning to words slipped out of her trembling mouth.
“Wh… why?” she whispered.
Aarav blinked once. Slowly.
His jaw tightened.
“What did you just say?”
Meera’s breath shook, but the question pushed its way out again, fragile but desperate.
“Why are you going, sir… suddenly? Did I… do something?”
For a moment, the room was silent.
Then Aarav let out a dry, humorless laugh.
“You?” he repeated, eyes narrowing. “You think anything you do has that much impact on my life?”
Her lips parted, hurt slicing through her but she didn’t look away.
He walked toward her, steps slow and predatory, until he stood directly in front of her. She had to tilt her head up to meet his cold gaze.
“You want to know why I’m going?” he asked quietly.
She nodded, heart racing.
He leaned closer, his voice brushing her ear like a blade.
“Because unlike you… I have a future.”
She flinched, tears stinging her eyes.
“And because I don’t owe you,” he continued, “an explanation… or my presence.”
Her breath hitched.
“But…you said you don’t know when you’ll return. Sir… how long will you be gone?” she tried again, voice breaking,
Aarav’s eyes narrowed. His voice dropped, deadly soft.
“You really think you have the right to ask me that?”
“I...I just..”
“Just what?” he snapped, the sudden sharpness making her jump. “You think my decisions depend on your tears?”
Her voice died instantly.
He smirked a cruel, mocking curve of his lips.
“Look at you,” he murmured. “Asking me questions. Acting like I matter to you.”
Her throat tightened painfully.
He tilted his head, studying her trembling form.
“Does it break your heart?” he asked quietly. “That I’m leaving?”
Meera swallowed. Hard.
Her silence was answer enough.
Aarav’s expression shifted something dark flickering in his eyes.
Then, without warning, he grabbed her wrist.
She gasped softly, startled.
“Sir...!”
“You don’t get to question me,” he said coldly.
His grip tightened not enough to hurt, but enough to remind her who held the power.
“You don’t get to ask why I’m going.”
He pulled her closer.
“And you definitely don’t get to ask when I’ll return.”
Her breath trembled.
“B..but ...”
He leaned in, his breath cold against her cheek.
“Your place,” he whispered, “is to listen. Not a question.”
Before she could respond, he yanked the door open and dragged her into the hallway.
“Aarav...sir...please, just listen...”
He didn’t.
He pushed her out with a single sharp movement, and she stumbled forward.
The door slammed behind her with a brutal thud.
Meera stood frozen.
Her wrist still ached where he held her.
Her chest burned with unsaid words.
Her heart felt like it was being ripped apart.
“…sir…”
The whisper slipped out of her, broken, trembling.
But the door stayed shut.
He had left her with nothing but silence.
And the cruel truth that he was leaving her behind.