His second wife (#SaRaj)

85) The night he broke : past and present

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The car sped through the night, headlights slicing through the darkness like his thoughts—sharp, restless, unrelenting.

Rajat's hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as he drove faster than he should, the city’s lights blurring past his windows. He couldn’t breathe inside that house anymore. Not after what Savi said.

"From the moment I married you… I wasn’t trying to be your wife. I was trying to save myself..."

Those words echoed like gunshots in his mind. Loud. Final. Irreversible.

His mind raced—choking on the irony.
He had heard something like this before.
Years ago.
Another confession.
Another betrayal.

Back then, when Aashika left, when she chose someone else over the family they built, Rajat didn’t scream or chase. He shut down. He buried himself in business meetings, boardrooms, bottom lines. Because numbers never lied. They didn’t abandon you. They didn’t fake love to "save themselves."

Now, years later, he was doing it again.

Running to the only place where pain could be muted—his office. His empire. His controlled chaos.

He slammed the car door shut in the parking lot, storming toward the elevator. The city lights glimmered behind him, but his heart felt darker than ever.

And then... as he stepped into the silent glass lift, a memory flickered—so vivid, it stole his breath.

“I think I’m falling for you, Savi,” he had said, his forehead nearly touching hers.
Her breath had hitched. She hadn’t replied, but she didn’t pull away either.
And in that silence, he had found hope.

God, how stupid he had been.

He knew she wasn’t in love.
He knew she was wounded.
But he thought—maybe, just maybe—if he loved her enough, she'd grow into it.

But now?

"Those hugs at night... weren’t always about love. Sometimes they were my anchor..."

She used his love like a lifeboat.

And what made it worse?
She made him feel real, made him believe he was healing her.

When in truth—he was just the rope she was clinging to so she wouldn’t drown.

He reached his cabin, the emptiness greeting him like an old friend. The city buzzed outside his window, oblivious to the storm inside him.

"So I was your safety net?"

He had asked it like a question.
But now he knew the answer.

Yes.

And it broke him.

.......

Rajat sat in his office, his chair turned toward the window, watching the city move on—cars gliding down wet roads, lives carrying on.

Not his.

His world had paused the moment she said it.

“I wasn’t trying to be your wife…”

His phone buzzed on the desk, lighting up against the dark glass.

At first, he didn’t want to look.

But the screen kept glowing, insisting.

Savi 💔
“Rajat… please. Just hear me completely.”

Just one line. But it made his throat tighten.