The Truth He Refuses to Tell
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The silence in the room felt suffocating.
Anaya’s eyes stayed locked on Arjun.
Waiting.
Demanding.
Begging for the truth.
But he said nothing.
And that silence—
It hurt more than any lie.
“So it’s true,” she whispered.
Her voice wasn’t loud.
But it carried everything.
Hurt.
Anger.
Disbelief.
“You were there… before the accident.”
Arjun’s jaw tightened.
“That’s not what this is,” he said.
But the words felt weak.
Even to him.
“Then what is it?” Anaya asked.
Her voice rising now.
“Tell me!”
Still nothing.
Riya’s soft laugh broke the tension.
“See?” she said calmly. “He still won’t tell you.”
“Enough,” Arjun snapped.
His voice sharp.
Dangerous.
But this time—
Anaya didn’t step back.
Instead, she moved closer.
Right in front of him.
“You don’t get to control this anymore,” she said.
Her eyes burned with something new.
Not fear.
Strength.
“If you were there,” she continued, “then you know what happened. So tell me.”
Arjun looked at her.
Long.
Silent.
As if fighting something inside himself.
Then finally—
He spoke.
“I was following that car.”
The words hit like a shock.
Anaya blinked.
“What?”
“The car your father was driving,” he said slowly. “I was behind it.”
Her breath caught.
“Why?”
A simple question.
But heavy.
Very heavy.
Arjun didn’t answer immediately.
And that hesitation—
Said everything.
“Why, Arjun?” she repeated.
This time, her voice softer.
More dangerous.
Because now—
She was close to the truth.
“I had a reason,” he said finally.
“That’s not an answer.”
“It’s all you’re getting.”
Frustration surged through her.
“You expect me to accept that?” she demanded. “You were following my father’s car, and then suddenly there’s an accident—and you say it’s nothing?”
“I didn’t cause it,” he said firmly.
“Then who did?”
Silence.
Again.
Riya stepped forward.
Her voice smooth.
But cutting.
“Maybe you should tell her about the deal,” she said.
Arjun’s eyes snapped toward her.
“Stop.”
But it was too late.
Anaya’s heart pounded.
“Deal?” she repeated.
Her gaze shifted between them.
“What deal?”
Riya smiled slightly.
“A business deal,” she said.
“Or at least… that’s what it started as.”
“Riya,” Arjun warned.
But she ignored him.
“You see,” she continued, looking at Anaya, “that night wasn’t random.”
A pause.
“It was supposed to be a warning.”
Anaya felt the world tilt.
“A warning?” she whispered.
“Yes,” Riya said calmly.
“To someone your father was involved with.”
Her mind raced.
None of this made sense.
Or maybe—
It was starting to.
“Who?” Anaya asked.
Her voice barely steady.
“Who was the warning for?”
Riya didn’t answer.
Instead—
She looked at Arjun.
Smiling.
As if daring him.
“Tell her,” she said softly.
“Or should I?”
Anaya’s eyes moved back to him.
This time—
There was no confusion.
Only truth waiting to be spoken.
And fear of what it might be.
Arjun took a slow breath.
His expression unreadable.
But his eyes—
They held something heavy.
Something dark.
“This should have never involved you,” he said quietly.
Her heart dropped.
That wasn’t denial.
That wasn’t reassurance.
That was something else.
Something worse.
“Then why am I here?” she asked.
Her voice broke slightly.
“Why did you marry me?”
That question lingered.
Sharp.
Painful.
Arjun didn’t answer.
He couldn’t.
Because the truth—
Would change everything.
And for the first time—
Anaya understood something clearly.
This wasn’t just about the past anymore.
This was about her present.
Her life.
Her marriage.
And the man standing in front of her—
Was hiding the reason she was brought into it.
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