Chapter 66 When Memories Hurt More Than Silence

Veeresh sat there, his hands clasped tightly, his gaze fixed somewhere far away.

“I can’t go back to that room,” he said slowly.

Ravikant didn’t interrupt.

“That room… every corner… it has her,” Veeresh continued. “Every moment we lived… it just keeps coming back.”

His voice lowered.

“It doesn’t feel like home anymore.”

A pause.

“It feels like… something is missing from it.”

He exhaled deeply.

“I am not myself, Ravi.”

That was the truth.

Clear.

Unfiltered.

“And I can’t force her,” he added immediately. “I won’t.”

His jaw tightened slightly.

“Her head is severely injured. Every time she tries to remember… it hurts her.”

His eyes darkened with that memory.

“She said… she feels like taking her brain out just to stop the pain.”

Ravikant’s expression turned serious.

“That’s how much it’s affecting her.”

Veeresh leaned back slightly, running a hand through his hair.

“She gets flashes,” he continued. “Constantly.”

A pause.

“But the moment she tries to hold onto them… it breaks her.”

His voice dropped.

“And then… after it passes… she becomes normal again.”

He let out a small, helpless laugh.

“As if nothing happened.”

Silence filled the room.

Then suddenly, Veeresh looked at Ravikant.

“You remember that party?” he asked.

Ravikant nodded.

“Of course.”

“She played cards that day,” Veeresh said, his voice softening.

A faint smile appeared.

“For me.”

He shook his head slightly, almost in disbelief.

“She didn’t even know the game properly… but she sat there… confident.”

His eyes flickered with that memory.

“And when they put money…”

He paused.

Ravikant completed it softly.

“She refused.”

Veeresh nodded.

“She said she doesn’t need anyone’s money.”

His voice carried pride.

“She said… my husband earns honestly… and I will use his money.”

A small silence followed.

That moment meant everything to him.

“She gave me everything,” he said quietly.

“Without conditions.”

His voice broke slightly.

“Without asking anything back.”

Ravikant watched him carefully.

“And now…” Veeresh continued, his voice almost a whisper, “I don’t know what to do.”

There it was.

The helplessness.

Not as a leader.

Not as a man people looked up to.

But as someone who didn’t know how to fix the one thing that mattered most.

Ravikant leaned forward slightly.

“You don’t fix this,” he said calmly.

Veeresh looked at him.

“You stay,” Ravikant continued.

A pause.

“You don’t remind her forcefully.”

“You don’t push her.”

“You don’t try to bring back the past.”

His tone was steady.

“You just… be there.”

Veeresh listened.

“You said it yourself,” Ravikant added. “She already gave you everything.”

A small pause.

“Now it’s your turn to give her time.”

The words settled slowly.

Deeply.

Ravikant leaned back.

“She is not gone, Veer,” he said quietly.

“She is just… finding her way back.”

Veeresh closed his eyes for a moment.

Holding onto that.

Because right now…

That was all he had.