“So you deliberately left me with a note stating the obvious – that you were leaving me, no reasons given and decided to raise our sons by yourself.” Arnav’s statement, said in a deceptively soft voice belied the seething rage he was in. He looked at Khushi.
Khushi quaked with fear inside but put up a brave front. She gave him a calm look and her voice was just as controlled and quiet as she said, “I thought it was for the best. You already have a son so you definitely don’t need mine. I thought the divorce papers would have made things easier for you; easier to marry your long lost lover and adopt your son. I thought-“
“You thought wrong.” His voice was icy as if he was near the edge of a precipice. He spoke through gritted teeth, his anger evident,” You took four years of my sons’ lives from me and you shall pay for it Khushi Singh Raizada; starting now.”
Before Khushi could make a coherent reply or even guess what he would do, he caught her in his arms and kissed her. When he let her go after a few moments, Khushi could barely stand. He held her as he said, “Make arrangements. Quit your job, you and our sons are coming home with me.”