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The cool air-conditioning didn’t help the nervous sweat on my palms. I sat beside Vikram in the airport lounge, watching flights come and go, while inside me, a storm was still.

After a few moments, I asked, hesitantly,

“Vikram… where exactly are we going?”

He glanced at me with a small smirk and said,
“Goa.”

I blinked.

Goa?
Beaches. Cocktails. Sunset cruises. Honeymooners.
The land of freedom and celebration.

My body relaxed a little as I let the word settle in.
At least we weren’t going abroad or to some remote, suffocating palace. Goa sounded easier. Closer. Livelier.

Vikram leaned closer and added,
“A private resort, right next to the beach. Just us. No business. No family. No Maa . And no interruptions.”

He was looking at me with soft eyes—eyes that didn’t hold rage for once. His voice wasn’t sharp. His hand slowly slipped into mine, and he gently gave it a squeeze

“You deserve it, Ishani. This trip is for us. For our marriage.”

And for a moment, I didn’t know how to respond.
He was being sweet. Normal. Maybe… this was the start of something new. A softer side of him.

Maybe this trip would bring us closer.

Maybe.

I gave a small smile and nodded,
“Okay. Goa sounds nice.”

He smiled, satisfied, and turned back to his phone.

I looked outside the airport window, the early sun peeking out behind clouds like a shy bride.

Everything felt calm.

But what I didn’t realize…

Was that this trip—this honeymoon—
Would not just change the direction of my marriage.
It would change me.

Because once the secrets of the sea come crashing to shore,
No soul returns the same.

GOA

The moment we stepped out of the airport, a soft warm breeze kissed my skin. The scent of the sea lingered in the air, mixed with the faint aroma of coconut oil and blooming frangipani.

Vikram walked ahead with our luggage, his sunglasses on, looking calm and collected. I followed quietly, clutching my dress against the occasional gust of wind.

After a short drive along palm-lined roads and glimpses of the blue ocean, we reached the resort.

And not just any resort—it looked like a private dream carved into the coastal side of Goa.

Tall white cottages with sloping red roofs, vines crawling up their walls. A wide swimming pool glittering in the sun, and the beach just beyond the glass fence, waves crashing lazily.

Staff dressed in coastal uniforms, smiling professionally as they greeted guests with shell garlands and cool towels.

It wasn’t overly crowded, just a few couples—laughing, drinking, sunbathing.

This place felt peaceful. Romantic. A little unreal

I looked around as we were guided to our cottage suite.

A beautiful walkway paved with stones led to a secluded villa, nestled between coconut trees and hibiscus shrubs. The sea was visible from the porch.

“This is our cottage, sir,” the manager smiled, handing Vikram the keys.

He opened the door and stepped in.
I followed slowly, unsure of what to feel.

Inside, it was just as stunning.

A king-sized bed draped in soft white curtains, a mini bar, a giant glass door leading to a private pool, and everything smelling of lemongrass and sandalwood.

Vikram dropped the bags, took off his shades, and turned to look at me.
“What do you think?” he asked, voice soft.

I looked around again. “It’s beautiful.”
He nodded, “Perfect for us. Away from everything.”

I gave a small smile, still unsure. But at least for now, he was being civil. Sweet, even.

He walked up to me, gently tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.

“You look beautiful in this saree, Ishani.”

I looked up, startled. That word again—beautiful.

When he used to say it, it felt like control.

Today... I didn’t know what it felt like.
I softly nodded and looked away.

But somewhere inside, a whisper echoed:

“Stay aware, Ishani. Even paradise can hold poison.”

After settling in and freshening up, we headed to the resort’s private restaurant for lunch.

It was a beautiful open-air setting—white curtains flowing in the breeze, the sound of waves crashing in the background, and soft acoustic music playing somewhere far. A few couples sat scattered around, quietly enjoying their meals and the moment.

I sat opposite Vikram, quietly sipping coconut water while he looked through the menu. For the first time in a while, there was no tension in the air. Just… calm.

He ordered our lunch, without even asking me what I wanted— But today, strangely, the choices were actually things I liked.

The food arrived. Prawns in butter garlic, steamed rice, lemon grilled fish, and fresh salad.

He served me first. I blinked, confused.

“You like this, right?” he asked casually, without even glancing up.

I nodded slowly. “Yes.”

We ate mostly in silence, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. Just unfamiliar.

After the plates were cleared, he wiped his hands, leaned back and looked at me with a small smile.

“Baby, I have a little work. Just an hour or so. A meeting nearby. But I’ll be back soon, okay?”

I looked up at him, still unsure whether to trust his sudden sweetness. “Okay,” I said softly.

Then, unexpectedly, he leaned in and kissed my forehead, just like a caring husband would.

“After I come back, we’ll go for shopping. I’ve heard there’s a great beachside market here,” he added, standing up.

He picked up his sunglasses and car keys, gave me one last smile, and walked out of the restaurant.

And I just sat there, watching him go… feeling strangely hollow.
He was gone.

And I was alone again.

But something didn’t sit right.
Not the way he smiled. Not the way he left.

Because sometimes, the silence before a storm feels exactly like peace.
And I couldn’t tell if this peace was real or just borrowed time.

After Vikram left, I sat in the restaurant for a few more minutes, stirring my drink absentmindedly. I tried to distract my thoughts, tried to remind myself that this was a honeymoon, or whatever he wanted to call it. I should enjoy this new beginning. Shouldn’t I?

So, I stood up, smoothed my saree, and decided to explore the resort.

The place was beautiful—more beautiful than I expected. Coconut trees lined the walkways, and little fairy lights were already starting to glow as evening crept closer. There was a private beach on one side, a spa area on the other, and small boutique shops tucked near the lobby. The weather was warm, and a salty breeze kept brushing through my hair.

I passed a few smiling couples holding hands, people lounging near the pool, a foreign couple posing with their cocktails.

I tried to feel light… but something—
Something tugged at my skin.

Like a prickle at the back of my neck.
I paused.

Was someone watching me?

I slowly turned around.

Two men were standing near the far edge of the garden, one pretending to smoke, the other just leaning against the wooden rail. They looked away quickly, too quickly.

I shook my head. Maybe I was imagining things.

But as I walked ahead, I felt it again.
Stares.

Low murmurs.

Something didn’t feel right. My heartbeat began to pick up, and that strange tightness crept into my chest. Not fear—just… unease.

I wrapped my arms around myself and walked faster toward the villa.

By the time I reached the room, my fingers were trembling slightly as I slid the key card in.

The door clicked open. I stepped inside quickly and shut it behind me.

My back pressed against the door.
And I exhaled.

Slowly.

Deeply.

What was that feeling?

Why did it feel like I was walking through someone else's story?

A part of me wanted to call Badi Maa. Or Devansh ji. Or someone.

But instead, I locked the door, walked to the balcony, and stood there for a moment—watching the sun dip into the sea.

And all I could think was...

Something is not right.
I don't know what it is yet. But something... isn't right

Just as I began calming my nerves, I heard the familiar click of the door. Vikram walked in, fresh and smiling like he had no worry in the world.

“There you are,” he said, tossing his phone on the table and walking toward me. “Come on, baby. Let’s go for shopping.”

I blinked. “Shopping? Now?”

He grinned. “Yes. I promised, didn’t I? Come on, I’ve already booked a cab.”

Something about his tone felt… genuine. Not forced. Not like before.

So, I simply nodded.

We reached a big mall in central Goa—lively music, colorful lights, and tourists buzzing around.

Vikram held my hand the whole time.

He asked for my opinions on shirts.

“Baby, what do you think? Blue or black?”

“Umm… blue,” I said softly.

He smiled. “Thought so. You always liked blue.”

That surprised me. He remembered?

Then he picked some western wear for me too—dresses, jumpsuits. He even asked a shop assistant to bring matching heels and accessories. It all felt... surreal. Like we were just a normal married couple. Like this was real.

For a moment, I let myself breathe in that illusion. Maybe... maybe this trip was really a new start?

But then—

He suddenly stopped in front of a store.

A bikini store.

My feet froze.

“Vikram?” I said hesitantly, eyeing the mannequins and tiny clothing on display.

He turned, flashing me a smirk. “Come on, baby. Don’t tell me you’re going to wear sarees on your honeymoon. You’ve got the perfect body for this, and you’re still hiding behind cotton and safety pins?”

I took a nervous step back. “Vikram, I… I’ve never worn— I mean, why are we even going in there—?”

But before I could finish, he laughed and gently tugged my wrist.

“Don’t be so shy now. It’s just me. And besides… it’s our honeymoon. What’s the harm in a little fun?”

Then, without waiting for my reply, he dragged me inside.

My heart pounded in my chest.

The store assistant greeted us, and Vikram confidently started selecting a few bold pieces—bikinis in red, black, even a shimmering silver one.

He looked at me with a sly grin. “Try these.”

“I… I don’t think I can—”

He leaned in, whispering just loud enough, “If you don’t come out in at least one of these, I’ll try it on myself.”

My jaw dropped.

He winked.

After I gave a firm no, Vikram didn’t push further—though I could see the clear disappointment in his eyes. Still, he picked a few bikinis and told the assistant to pack them anyway. “Maybe you’ll change your mind later,” he said with a wink.

I ignored it and silently walked beside him.

Then we stopped at another store.

He pointed toward a sleek black dress displayed on a mannequin. It was beautiful—undeniably—but definitely not something I’d ever imagined myself wearing. The fabric hugged every inch of the mannequin’s curves, and the slit up the thigh was way higher than anything I could confidently carry.

Before I could protest, Vikram turned to the assistant and said, “Size small, please. Pack it.”

I widened my eyes. “Vikram, no—this is too—”

He cut me off, chuckling. “Baby, you don’t have to wear it if you’re not comfortable. But I want you to have it. Just try it on sometime, for me?”

I didn’t reply. Just nodded faintly, and we walked out of the mall.

The car ride back to the resort was silent.

He seemed relaxed, scrolling through his phone, while I stared out the window—thoughts swirling like a storm. My fingers fidgeted with the handle of the shopping bag that held the dress. That slit… it still haunted me.

We reached the resort just before sunset. The golden hue of the sky lit up the coastline, and the breeze smelled like salt and coconuts. A perfect honeymoon moment, I guess.

But somehow, I felt like I was being dressed up for something I didn’t quite understand.

Still, I followed him quietly as we entered the resort.

“Rest for a while,” he said, placing the bags on the table. “Tonight… we’ll do something special.”

His words made me glance up at him.

He smiled softly, kissed my forehead, and walked into the washroom.

And there I stood, by the bed, staring at the black dress peeking out of the bag like a secret I didn’t ask for.

Soon, evening settled over Goa. The sky outside turned a dusky orange, painting the resort in soft golden light. But I was too tired to notice it properly—my legs ached from walking around all day, shopping bags still stacked in the corner of the room.

I glanced once at Vikram, who was still in the washroom. Why is he taking a shower now? I wondered, but I didn’t bother asking. My body just gave up, and I sank into the plush bed, hugging a pillow. Finally, a moment of peace…

Until I felt it.

A hand—sliding up my leg.

My eyes shot open, and I instantly sat up in alarm. My heart was pounding, breath caught somewhere between shock and fear.

He was standing right there. Vikram. Just out of the shower. Water droplets still trailing down his chest… and the only thing between him and bare skin was a white towel wrapped low around his waist.

I gulped hard.

My eyes refused to meet his.

This—this right here—was my biggest fear about coming alone with him. Being isolated. Being vulnerable.

And it was happening.

My fingers gripped the bedsheet as I pushed myself up straighter, trying to keep a safe distance without making it obvious.

He smirked lightly, like my reaction amused him. “You were sleeping like a baby,” he said in a low voice, running a hand through his wet hair.

I didn’t respond. My eyes were glued to the floor. I could feel the air shift in the room, growing heavier with each passing second.

He took a slow step forward. My breath hitched.

“Ishani,” he said softly, “you know… it’s our honeymoon.”

I nodded hesitantly, clutching the edge of the pillow.

And then he said something that made my heart race with even more confusion—

“I want tonight to be special. Just you and me. No fear, no distance.”

I froze.

Was it another mask? Another act? Or… was he really trying?

My mind screamed a hundred questions. But my heart? It didn’t know what to feel.

“Umm… Vikram,” I said hesitantly, clutching the edge of the blanket and looking anywhere but at him, “woh… actually… I’m on my… periods.”

There was a pause.

A small one.

I was ready for anything—the anger, the irritation, maybe even the usual “You girls always make excuses”—but what came next caught me off guard.

“Oh,” he said casually, as if I had told him the weather was bad. Then came a soft smile. “It’s okay, baby. Nothing is more important than you. Take some rest, hmm?” he said, adjusting the towel slightly and walking towards the wardrobe.

My lips parted in disbelief. That’s it? No harsh word? No disgusted expression? No guilt-tripping me into anything?

Before I could process, he added while pulling out his shirt, “Rest well. In an hour, we’ll go for dinner, okay? Something light. You must be feeling low.”

I just blinked. Did he… actually care?

I gave a soft nod, unsure if I was supposed to thank him or keep pretending to sleep.

He noticed the confusion on my face and gave a little laugh. “What?” he asked, slipping into his shirt. “You think I’ll get upset over that?”

I didn’t answer.

He shook his head with a small grin. “You think very low of me, Ishani.”

No, Vikram… I don’t think low of you. You gave me reasons to fear you, I wanted to say. But I couldn’t. So I just lowered my eyes and sat quietly.

He walked out of the room, whistling softly under his breath.

And I remained frozen on the bed, wondering if this change in him was real… or just the calm before another storm.

Dinner that night was… something else.

Not because of the food. Not because of the fancy beachside restaurant with candles on every table and soft instrumental music playing in the background. But because of him—Vikram.

He pulled the chair out for me. He placed the napkin in my lap like some gentleman from a movie. He didn’t order everything without asking me this time—instead, he looked at the menu and asked, “What are you craving tonight, baby?”

I blinked at him like a fool. “Umm… pasta?”

“Pasta it is,” he smiled.

And just like that, for the first time since this marriage, we talked. Not about family. Not about responsibilities. Not about "how a wife should behave."

We talked about everything else.

How he hated spicy food but still pretended to like it in front of his parents. How he almost failed in 10th-grade math. How he once dyed his hair red after losing a bet in college.

I laughed so freely, I actually forgot who I was with. For a second, it felt like I was on a real honeymoon with a man who loved me, not with someone I used to be afraid of.

He looked at me like I was something precious.

When we were done, he stood up and offered his hand. “Shall we?”

I smiled—genuinely smiled—and placed my hand in his.

The walk back to the resort was calm. The moonlight reflected on the beach, waves crashing gently in the background. He kept talking about how he wanted to take me scuba diving the next day and I kept nodding like an excited teenager.

But just as we reached the resort lobby, a strange chill passed through me.

I suddenly felt like someone was watching. A heavy gaze. Not his. Someone else's.

I turned around quickly, scanning the quiet corners of the resort. There were only a few guests walking around, a couple near the pool, and two staff members cleaning the lobby area.

But that feeling wouldn’t go away.

Vikram noticed the change in my expression. “What happened, Ishani?”

I shook my head quickly, forcing a smile. “Nothing… just tired.”

He wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me close. “Come, let’s get you to bed.”

And I walked beside him… trying to brush off the uneasiness.

But in my heart, I knew… something wasn’t right.

This trip was changing everything. I just didn’t know whether it was for the better—or for something much, much darker.

Ishani was exhausted. The day had been long, filled with travel, shopping, unexpected emotions, and strange stares that still lingered in her mind like a shadow she couldn’t shake off.

After dinner, she had returned to the room with Vikram, her body aching for rest. She didn’t even realize when her head touched the pillow or when her soft breaths turned into a peaceful slumber. Wrapped in the comfort of the blanket, her expression looked serene—like someone who had finally started believing in peace again.

But Vikram… Vikram wasn’t sleeping.

He stood quietly near the balcony, waiting for her breathing to even out, his gaze lingering on her for a moment—longer than necessary. Then, silently, he stepped outside, shutting the glass door behind him with care.

The night breeze in Goa was humid but calming. The distant sound of the waves crashing added to the quietness of the moment, but Vikram’s face was far from calm.

He took out a phone from his pocket—a second phone, not the one he had been using all day.

A quick swipe, and he dialed a number he hadn’t used since the morning they landed.

The line connected.

"Yeah," he said flatly, his voice low and unreadable. His eyes flicked through the glass, checking on Ishani—still sleeping, unaware.

"Plans have changed. Give me two more days."

Silence. Whoever was on the other end said something, but it was too muffled to hear.

Vikram’s jaw clenched subtly. "I said two more days."

Another pause.

“And don’t show up near the resort.”

This time, his voice held warning.

After a few seconds, he hung up, slipped the phone back into his pocket, and leaned against the railing. His hand trembled slightly as he lit a cigarette, inhaling deeply before looking back toward the room.

There she was.

Ishani, lying on the bed with her knees slightly tucked in, a small frown on her forehead even in sleep—as if something inside her still sensed unease.

Vikram watched her silently, smoke curling around his face.

Whatever game was being played, he knew the clock was ticking.

“Two more days,” he whispered to himself. “Then it’ll all be over.”

The waves crashed louder in the distance, as if warning what was coming.

And inside the room, Ishani slept on—still blissfully unaware that her fairytale might be wrapped in secrets far darker than she could ever imagine.

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