Baseless and Useless

Third Person POV

“Let me go.” She whispered, her voice hoarse from all the crying yet one could not miss the fire in her dark orbs.

“I am not the one holding you.” He stated, indicating her hold on his wrist with his eyes. Shweta’s eyes travelled to his wrist where she has held him and she immediately left his hand as if she would get burned if she touched him.

She walked up to him, her toes almost touching his and her head reached up to his chest. Lifting her head, her bloodshot eyes met his, “You can never avenge your wife’s death. Your revenge is bound to remain unfinished.” The hurt she was feeling, she wanted him to feel at least one percent of it. And she knew she did hurt him with that one single sentence. It was visible like day light with the way his body turned rigid.

Arjun clenched his jaw in anger and before he could give lash out at her, she continued “I am not her culprit. I never was. She did not know me. I did not know her. In this lifetime, we never crossed path and e