A Heart Torn Apart Phase 2 – Ayelet R (1)

My hands instinctively tucked into the pockets of my pants, the fabric brushing against my knuckles as I walked out of the study. My gaze was fixed on the floor, the weight of the day pressing down on my shoulders like a lead blanket. Each step felt heavy, deliberate, as if the floorboards themselves were conspiring to keep me rooted in place.

But I pushed forward, the door to our bedroom just a few paces away.I pushed the door open, the soft creak of the hinges barely registering in my mind. And then, the sight—_blessed me. Ishani sat on the bed, her head resting back against the pillows, her chest rising and falling with slow, measured breaths. Her eyes were closed, but her hands were moving, clawing at the IV line in her arm.

My heart lurched in my chest, a sudden, frantic pulse that sent me rushing to her side. “Isha,” I called out, my voice rough, jagged, like gravel scraping against steel. My hands moved before I could think, grasping hers gently but firmly, pulling her fingers away from the IV. Her eyes fluttered open, and she blinked up at me, confusion clouding her features. “Rishabh,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but it was enough. Fuck, it was enough. Hearing my name on her lips—her sweet, honeyed voice breaking through the silence—it felt like a sin, like something too sacred to be real.

It sent a shiver down my spine, a warmth spreading through my chest that I couldn’t quite name. “Princess,” I replied, my voice still rough, but softer now, gentler. I held her hand in mine, her fingers trembling faintly against my palm. “You’re hurting yourself,” I said, my eyes dropping to her arm where the IV had been removed. Blood trickled from the spot, a faint red streak against her pale skin.

I grabbed a piece of cotton from the bedside table, pressing it gently to the wound.But despite the worry gnawing at the edges of my mind, a smile tugged at my lips. God, thank you, I thought, my heart swelling with a gratitude I couldn’t put into words. My wife—my Isha— was speaking. She was here, alive, and her voice—her voice was a melody I thought I’d never hear again.

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This copy is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each reader. Thank you for respecting the author’s hard work.This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or to actual events or locales, is entirely coincidental. [1] PHASE – 1 BOOK – 2 She gave herself to him— body, heart, and soul.

She loved him, flawless and pure. She accepted him, forgave his sins, and built a life that felt almost normal… almost peaceful. Until one night, the darkness returned — a black chain from her past wrapping around her once more. And then he came back. The same man. With a cruel smile, he whispered, “Missed me, my little sin?” [2] 19 CHAPTER ISHANI CHAUHAN “It’s called wetness, Ishu. Wet.” Saira’s voice was low, almost hypnotic, as if she were under some kind of spell. Her words lingered in the air, heavy and unfamiliar.

My heart raced, my cheeks burning as I tried to process what she was saying. Why did I get damp last night? And what was that white… thing? I had never experienced anything like that before, when Rishabh kissed me or he came close to me in the closet.

My mind scrambled for answers, but all I could do was stare at Saira, wide-eyed and speechless. “You feel it, don’t you?” she whispered, her tone teasing yet matter -of-fact. Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, shaking me gently, as if trying to wake me up from a dream.“You want to get fucked by Bhai so hard, and you’ll beg him for it. ‘No, no, I don’t want to spoil my innocent Ishu,’” she sang softly, imitating Rishabh’s voice.

Her words made me shiver, a strange mix of embarrassment and something else I couldn’t name. I felt tears prick at the corners of my eyes. This girl—this Saira—was saying things that felt forbidden, things I didn’t even know how to process. “It happens because you want sex,” she whispered, her breath warm against my ear.

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