THE WALLS AROUND HIS HEART
1557 Words
Meghana stood still at the doorway, her eyes fixed on Sunny’s face. The last time she saw him, he had turned away, unsure of who she was.
But now something had changed. There was a softness in his expression. A flicker of doubt. Or maybe a memory struggling to find its way back.
He took a slow step forward, his hands hanging loosely by his sides.
“You said we’re married,” he said, voice quiet but clear. “But I don’t remember anything. Not the wedding. Not even your name.”
Meghana nodded slowly. “I know. The doctor said your memory might take time. But I’m here now. And I won’t lie to you.”
Sunny looked away for a moment, then back at her. “Why didn’t anyone tell me about you? My family didn’t say anything.”
Her heart ached. She didn’t know how to explain the cruel silence of people who wished she never existed. “Maybe they didn’t want to,” she answered softly. “Our marriage wasn’t what they wanted for you.”
He frowned. “Where did we meet?”
“In my village,” she said with a faint smile. “You came there to escape the city for a while. You said you needed peace. You got lost. I found you near the river.”
Something in his eyes shifted. Like the word river pulled at a string deep in his memory.
“And we got married?”
“Yes,” Meghana replied, her voice steady despite the pain. “In the temple near the banyan tree. Just the priest, you, and me.”
Sunny rubbed the back of his neck, clearly overwhelmed. “It feels like I’m hearing someone else’s story. But why would I do something like that? I don’t just make decisions like this.”
“You didn’t plan it,” she whispered. “But your heart did.”
They stood in silence for a moment, the heavy air between them filled with what was lost.
Then he asked, “Did I love you?”
Meghana felt a tear roll down her cheek.
“Yes,” she said. “And you made me believe it.”
Downstairs, the mansion buzzed with quiet tension.
Rhea stood near the staircase, her arms crossed, watching the butler speak to Arvind.
“She’s here, isn’t she?” Rhea asked coldly.
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied. “Mr. Sunny called for her.”
Rhea’s jaw tightened. She walked away, her heels clicking sharply against the floor, heading straight to Mrs.Yadav, Sunny’s mother.
“He’s talking to that girl again,” she said.
The older woman didn’t even flinch. “Let him talk. He won’t remember. And even if he does, we’ll make sure it doesn’t matter.”
Rhea raised an eyebrow. “What if she tells the press?”
“She won’t,” Mrs. Yadav said with a thin smile. “Because she has no proof. And soon, she’ll have no reason to stay.”
Upstairs, Sunny sat down on the edge of his bed, his face pale from thinking too much.
“I don’t know what’s real anymore,” he admitted.
“It’s okay,” Meghana said gently. “I’m not here to pressure you. I just want you to heal.”
He looked at her again, this time longer. “Why haven’t you left? You’ve been treated like nothing. I even told you to leave. But you’re still here.”
Meghana’s voice cracked. “Because love doesn’t end when memory does. You may have forgotten me, Sunny,but I remember you. And I’m not ready to forget.”
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The room fell into silence again. Sunny leaned forward, elbows resting on his knees, hands clasped together as if trying to hold onto a thought that kept slipping away.
He stared at the floor for a long time. Then, suddenly, he asked, “Do we have any photos together?”
Meghana’s heart paused for a moment. She carefully opened her bag and pulled out the one photo she had carried since the day they married. The colors were fading, but the memory inside it was still sharp.
She handed it to him silently.
Sunny took the photo and looked at it closely. He studied his own face first, then hers, then the small temple in the background. His eyes narrowed.
“I look happy,” he said softly.
“You were,” Meghana replied. “That day, you didn’t care about anything. Not the company. Not your family. You said this was the first real decision you ever made just for yourself.”
His fingers gripped the edges of the photo slightly tighter.
Meghana didn’t speak more. She knew he needed time. She could feel it that something inside him was trying to come back. Like a page half-turned.
But before either of them could say more, a knock interrupted the silence.The door opened without waiting for a reply.
Rhea stepped inside, her eyes immediately falling on Meghana. Her smile was small, polite, and poisoned.
“I hope I’m not disturbing,” she said.
Sunny stood up slowly. “You are, actually. We were talking.”
“I can see that,” Rhea said, walking in anyway. She turned to Meghana. “Would you mind giving us a moment? I need to speak to Sunny privately.”
Meghana looked at Sunny, not wanting to leave. But she also didn’t want to cause more drama.
“I’ll be outside,” she said quietly, walking past Rhea without looking at her.
Rhea waited until the door closed.Then her voice changed.
“You’re letting her stay here?” she asked, her tone sharper now. “After everything we discussed?”
Sunny frowned. “She’s not dangerous. And she’s not lying.”
Rhea crossed her arms. “She’s a village girl claiming to be your wife. She has no documents, no registration, no witness. You’ve known me for years, Sunny. You trust me.”
Sunny looked away. “But I feel something when I look at her. I don’t know what it is, but it’s there.”
Rhea’s face hardened. “That’s not memory. That’s sympathy. And it’s dangerous.”
He looked at her now. “Why are you so against her?”
“Because you don’t belong with someone like that,” she snapped. “You’re a Yadav. You have a future. A business. A family name. That girl will only drag you back into a world you left behind.”
Sunny didn’t reply right away. Instead, he looked back at the photo in his hand.
“I need time,” he said finally. “Please don’t push me.”
Rhea didn’t like that answer, but she didn’t fight it either. She simply turned and walked out, her heels clicking harder than before.
In the hallway, Meghana stood quietly by the window, her fingers running over the silver edge of her wedding thread.
She had heard nothing of their conversation. But she didn’t need to.
She already knew.
People like Rhea didn’t care about love. They only cared about control, names, and power. In their world, someone like Meghana didn’t exist.
But Sunny had asked for her. He had kept the photo. He had looked into her eyes with confusion but not rejection.
And that was enough to give her hope.
Just then, a quiet voice startled her.
“You should leave while you still can.”
She turned. Rhea stood a few feet away, arms folded, her eyes sharp.
“If you care about him at all, you’ll walk away now,” Rhea continued. “Because I promise you that if you stay, you’ll destroy whatever peace he has left.”
Meghana didn’t move. “I’m not here to destroy anything.”
“No, but you’ll remind him of a mistake. One he doesn’t even remember making. That’s worse.”
Meghana’s voice didn’t rise, but it didn’t shake either. “If it was a mistake then why does he still feel something when I’m near?”
Rhea’s lips curled. “Because men are weak when they’re broken. But when he recovers, you’ll be gone from his life like dust.”
Meghana didn’t answer. She didn’t need to prove anything to Rhea.
Love wasn’t a contest. It wasn’t a performance.
It was something that stayed even when memories didn’t.
That night, in his room, Sunny couldn’t sleep.
He sat by the window with the photo in his hand, staring at the stars. The silence around him felt louder than before.
The wind outside whispered through the trees, like it was trying to say something he couldn’t quite hear.
And then, just as he began to drift into a half-sleep, a flicker passed through his mind.
A sari fluttering in the wind. A soft laugh. A pair of feet running barefoot along a riverbank. The scent of jasmine. A smile that made everything else quiet.
He sat up suddenly.His heart was beating fast.
He didn’t know what that memory was.
But it felt like HOME.
TO BE CONTINUED.........
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