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His Widow /Dewy
He didn’t relax. His body remained tense, his eyes sharp and searching. “Fighting what?” he pressed, unwilling to let the matter drop. “Fighting all this,” she replied, her voice barely audible. Her gaze lifted to meet his, her sharp eyes piercing his. For a moment, she gathered her courage, the weight of the truth heavy in her chest. “In these days, I’ve realized that my fighting doesn’t change anything,” she said, her voice carrying a bitter edge. “Does it?” He didn’t respond, his silence a confirmation of the unspoken reality between them. Her next words came more forcefully, her resolve strengthening despite the tremor in her voice. “If I say I don’t want to marry you and want to leave, would you let me go?” She already knew the answer. It was etched into his every action, every word he had spoken. The announcement of his proposal was proof enough—he wasn’t planning to let her go. But still, she asked, the question hanging heavily in the air. “Tell me. Would you?” Fo
Last Updated : 2025-01-01Chapter 60
His Widow /Dewy
Later, the dim light of the bathroom door crept into the room. She emerged, clothed, her hair damp and framing her face. Her steps were deliberate, yet her expression was icy and unreadable. She avoided looking at him for too long, her gaze cold and detached. The faint rustle of her movement woke him slightly, but he only stirred, his arm falling lazily over the side of the bed. She paused for a moment, her heart hammering, before slipping out of the room. *****In the kitchen, she opened the refrigerator, the cool air brushing against her face as she retrieved the juice. Pouring herself a glass, her hands trembled slightly. From her pocket, she retrieved a small packet of powdered sleeping tablets, her eyes darting toward the doorway to ensure she was alone. She emptied the packet into the glass and stirred quickly. The sound of footsteps behind her made her freeze. She turned sharply to see him standing shirtless in the doorway. His disheveled hair and the soft expression
Last Updated : 2025-01-01Chapter 61
His Widow /Dewy
Lifting the bottle, Raghav tilted it back, the bitter burn of wine sliding down his throat, doing little to numb the storm raging within him. He set it down heavily on the table, his trembling fingers returning to the laptop in front of him. The screen flickered as he sifted through empty folders, hoping against hope that something—anything—remained. But it was all gone. Every file. Every image. Every trace. Asha had done it. She had deleted everything before she ran. His jaw clenched at the memory of her defiance, her determination to break free. He had promised her she would be free after two weeks. He had told her he would let her go, but deep down, he knew he had never intended to. The thought of losing her was unbearable, and he had broken that promise. She couldn’t live with him, though. He had seen it in her eyes every day—the silent resentment, the way she shrank from his touch, the way her spirit dimmed under his control. And so, she had waited for her moment. The bla
Last Updated : 2025-01-26Chapter 62
His Widow /Dewy
Life had taken a peaceful turn for her, especially after she freed herself from the clutches that once held her down. She was finally enjoying her life with her hard-earned money, choosing not to save it for now so she could embrace the feeling of living without any restrictions. First time in a long while, she allowed herself to revel in the freedom of living without restrictions. However, the money she had taken from the mansion was carefully set aside, serving as a quiet assurance of security for the future. She had chosen to take a significant amount of cash without hesitation, prioritizing her survival over rigid morality. She didn’t concern herself with the possibility of being labeled a thief—after all, one couldn’t afford to cling to high morals during moments of desperation and survival. Her days began early, filled with a serene rhythm that brought her unexpected joy. Each morning, she rose at dawn to assist the elderly woman who had become both a mentor and a friend, helpi
Last Updated : 2025-01-26Chapter 63
His Widow /Dewy
That evening, she tried to push her fears aside. It was 8 p.m., and the town was alive with celebrations. The temple courtyard was filled with people, eager to witness the classical dance performances. She sat in front of the mirror backstage, preparing herself. Her slender fingers carefully rubbed kajal around her big, expressive eyes, creating a striking wing that accentuated their beauty. She repeated the process for her other eye, ensuring symmetry, then placed a small red tilak between her eyebrows. With her makeup complete, she glanced at herself in the mirror. Her reflection stared back, confident yet burdened. She forced a smile, trying to suppress the storm within her, and took a deep breath. When her name was called, she rose gracefully and stepped onto the stage. The sound of the song filled the air, and her feet instinctively followed the rhythm. Every beat was matched with a precise tap of her heels. Her hands moved fluidly, weaving a story in tandem with the lyrics.
Last Updated : 2025-02-06
