Krsh's pov-

I was looking at Meera. She seems to be physically here but mentally I am not so sure. The past few days, I can't imagine how heavy it must have been on her. Raghav told me what happened at home and what Bua said to her. After that she didn't come back to this home until now.

I am very angry with bua, how can she say something like this. I know my Meera, she came back running and crying beside me. Although I was in a coma but was very conscious about what was happening around me. I remember each and every word she said to me. How can someone love so selflessly and be so much devoted to another person.

I am so blessed to have her in my life and I am not going to leave her anytime soon, heck I will not let her leave me anytime soon. She has become my devotion, sanity and what not. I can't even imagine what she may have felt listening to bua's words. I know she can be very harsh when she wants and will not care who is standing in front of her.

I will confront her once and for all. My relation with bua is just cordial, like a normal bond between bua and nephew should be. We all know why she has come here to live and nobody says anything to her, it is her house she can come whenever she wants to but she can't disrespect anyone like that and especially my Meera. From the time fufaji died, dad told her to come live with us but she refused saying she can't and we were very happy when she willingly came after six months to live with us.

I snapped back to reality when I felt a tear drop on my palm. I looked forward to see Meera crying. It pains my heart to know how much pain she has buried inside her. Though there are not many things in the list of things I disliked, but one has come on top, it is that I hate to see tears in her eyes. I sighed thinking this girl can cry on every little thing. She looks like that puffer fish with those pouty lips and puffed up cheeks with a coat of blush on it, so cute and adorable.

She literally turns red when she is the center of attraction or does something embarrassing, but the majority is because of me. I literally like to make her blush every time I am with her, and sometimes I make her flushed intentionally. I like the rosy glow across her face like the delicate hues of sunrise, casting a warm glow on the frosty landscape.

I delicately wiped her pearl like tears and kissed her forehead, "I am always with you Meera, at every step you take, you will find me beside you. Don't be nervous, let it all out, vent your feelings and break yourself free from these emotions."

"Krsh, tell me how much you know and how do you even know?" She asked me with those glistening eyes and as much as my intentions were not to know everything behind her back I felt guilty and the urge to punch myself was increasing. I should have waited for her to open up herself.

But regretting cannot do much, so I told her about the threatening notes and messages. Also how I lied to her and went to meet Sakshi but at the same time she didn't tell me much and told me to directly ask you about it. "I am sorry love, before your brain starts overthinking, I want to tell you that I believe you completely. And no excuse of mine will justify my actions except that I wanted you to be safe even when I knew I was invading your privacy, I didn't want any harm to reach you. Please don't think bullshit like I do not believe you or such. I completely trust you, even so more than myself I trust you Meera. You are the reason I still exist in this world. I know who Abhay is but I want to know your story, your thoughts, your feelings."

"But you might not see me the same as you are seeing me now." Her voice was low.

"Believe me angel, after listening to you I will see how strong you have been to face this and rise like a phoenix from its ashes."

I pulled her closer to me such that now my left arm was around her waist and her palms on mine. We were looking into each other's eyes and before I could drown in hers she started speaking.

"Abhay Rathore, he was my boyfriend in my college for two years. But before knowing him I want you to know about my high school life. Krsh I am not like I used to be. I was a very happy and cheerful girl when I was a child. Even though I was chubby I didn't let that take over me and felt insecure, because my ma always told me if you love and respect yourself, then everybody around you will do the same for you. I don't know how but everybody wanted to become my friend, guess my mother's advice worked. I was in 11th class when it all started to happen, my own friends started making fun of me and my body. About how I was fat and still act like I am the center of attraction. It would have been okay if they told me when I was alone, but they gathered all the students of our batch and started tormenting me with their words. They said I was hungry for attention and could do anything for that.

They started bullying me, made me do their assignments, told me to bring them food, hurted me by making me stand in the center of a circle and threw a ball at me. Teachers didn't say anything because these things happened in their absence and they threatened me to not tell this to anyone. I wanted to tell baba but seeing my mother's health deteriorating and him stressing about her and the expenses, I decided otherwise. I thought this would end someday, but it only increased in 12th class."

I instantly pulled her to my chest and let the tears fall. They are so cruel to hurt my Meera, hurt her innocence. I want to make them pay. I pulled her to me so as to not let her see me cry. I can feel my shirt getting wet but that is the least of my concern. Better I would keep this shirt safely. I told her if it is too much she should stop but she didn't.

Now she continued saying while keeping her head on my chest so to make her comfortable, I pulled her to my lap. She tried to fight with me and move back but I was stubborn so told her that I will make sure to not hurt my hand and after a lot of persisting she agreed.

She again started speaking, "Then in the middle of my 12th class, I met Tara Mehta. She was the only one who helped me once when I was hurt by those so-called friends. Tara was what we call an introvert. She didn't speak much but once she saw me in the washroom where I was washing my hand to stop it from bleeding. She helped me put on the bandaid and we became instant friends. I told her to not be with me as they might harm her also, but she denied saying then what are friends for.

Just like that my 12th class also finished. I was relieved that this all would stop and it did. But somewhere there insults made an impact on me so I doubted myself. I joined a gym and made myself go through a rigorous diet, eating only once a day or not eating at all and just like that I lost the extra fat and chubbiness within me.

I was always a fan of the psychology subject so I choose to make a career in this only. Baba wanted to send me outside for further studies and to not think about money, but I denied because how could I not. There was so much burden on him that he didn't let it reach us. Treatment cost of ma, rent of the shop, fees of school of Rohan and mine. And his face was always adorned with a smile as it was nothing. I wanted to lessen the burden and started a part time job online. Though it wasn't much, it was helpful in fulfilling extra needs of mine and Rohan. Also I got the scholarship so it was a relief.

The best thing was that Tara was also going to be in the same college, though she chose commerce as her subject. Everything was perfect, ma's health was also getting better not much but still, college life was going smooth, baba's shop also started having increase in sales. I was happy and then in the middle of first year I met Abhay Rathore. At that time he was what we call danger, but I ignored those signs since I was immature in these things. He was doing a master's in the same subject as Tara. She introduced him to me saying how he helped her in her assignments and all.

I didn't make any friends as I thought Tara would be enough, but he started meeting us more frequently. As the time flew we became good friends. I thought I judged him wrong and he was nothing like his bad boy's appearance. At the end of first year he proposed to me saying he wanted to be more than my friend. I was new in all this so I asked Tara about this and she told me if I like him then I should proceed. I was so blind to him that I didn't even think about anyone including myself.

Everything was flawless, from our relationship to the time we spent together. It felt so ideal. But things started taking a turn when I reached the final year. He failed in his last year so has to repeat the year again. He started becoming like that possessive maniac. He didn't let me meet my classmates other than Tara and wanted me to go anywhere without telling him. I got a reality check when he hit me for the first time because I refused to let him kiss me. It didn't feel right and I was not ready to take further steps but he was adamant and proceeded and when I denied him, he slapped me so hard that blood came out from the right side of my lips.

After that I was so angry that it opened my eyes. I asked him to break up with me, but he started crying saying he will not be able to live without me and all. After a lot of persistence from him, I decided to give him one last chance, but it was my biggest mistake. He started controlling me and hit me whenever he wanted or saw me talking with a boy. I wanted to complain to the police but he threatened me saying it will do nothing to him since his father is a big businessman. I was helpless, it felt I was back in the loop but this time more severe and dangerous.

In all this I felt Tara also distancing herself from me and sometimes she said it was my problem that I didn't think about his feelings and what he felt.

I felt like disappearing from this world and tried to suicide but every time my parent's face came in front of me and I backed off. I also have the responsibility of theirs. I can't be selfish and I tried to become strong. It was going to be the end of last year and the last two weeks were left for exams to start. I decided to confront him but got to know that this wasn't the end.

He was cheating on me and not from now but from the beginning. I saw him kissing the girl at an empty classroom when I saw him going there. I hid myself and tried to peek from the window. I couldn't see the girl's face because Abhay's back was hiding it. Trying to hide my broken heart, with the courage left, I opened the door and they separated themselves. I was shocked to see the girl because even in my nightmares I couldn't imagine it to be......