THE WIFE HE REMEMBERS, THE WIFE WHO REMAINS
Agatha's POV
"Yuvaa? Yuvaa? Wake up!"
I clutched his cold hand, my fingers trembling as I shook him. His body lay still, his chest rising and falling in shallow, uneven breaths.
"Madam, stop!" The nurse grabbed my arm. "Please wait outside. The doctor needs to check his condition again."
"But—"
"No arguments," She said firmly. "Please go."
I hesitated before stepping back, my eyes lingering on Yuvaa's unconscious form. My heart clenched.
Reluctantly, I turned and left the room.
Outside, my in-laws were standing in silence. My mother-in-law's eyes were red from crying, and my father-in-law's face was stone cold, unreadable.
I swallowed my fear and turned to them.
"Uncle, aunty," I began, my voice shaking. "Who is Yadhana?"
They stiffened immediately.
I dropped to my knees before them.
"Please," I begged, tears burning down my cheeks. "You have to tell me. Who is she?"
"Agatha, this isn't for us to say," My father-in-law muttered, avoiding my gaze.
"Why?!" I cried. "It's been ten years! Ten years I've lived with this man, never knowing the truth! Is she more important to him than me?"
Silence.
Their silence was my answer.
Yes.
She was more important.
I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms.
Just then, an older man approached us. His presence seemed to startle my in-laws.
"Jaya is my son, alright?" His deep voice sent a chill down my spine.
I looked at him, confused.
Jaya? Who was Jaya?
Wait… was he talking about Yuvaa?
My father-in-law hesitated. "We… we don't know how he is. The last thing he asked for was—"
"Yadhana" I finished.
He looked at me.
Then—
The man sighed, shaking his head. "Oh, son. I told you to forget about her. Why are you still holding on?"
His voice was loud. Loud enough for me to hear every word.
My blood ran cold.
He knows her.
I shot up from the ground.
"Uncle, you know Yadhana?" I demanded.
The old man turned to me.
"Yeah, why?"
Tears were still on my face, but I didn't care. I needed answers.
"To Yuvaa… who is Yadhana?"
He hesitated.
"Didn't he tell you?"
"No!" My voice cracked. "He never did!"
The man sighed, running a hand through his graying hair. "Sorry, daughter. The only person who can tell you that… is him."
I clenched my teeth in frustration.
"Why does everyone say the same thing?!" I shouted. "Why won't anyone tell me the truth?! I've lived with him for ten years—TEN YEARS—and I don't even know the man I married!"
I broke down again, my sobs filling the cold hospital hallway.
Just then—
A doctor approached us.
Everyone went still.
He removed his glasses, exhaling slowly before saying the words that made my heart stop.
"Yuvaanesh has regained consciousness. You may visit him now."
For a moment, I forgot how to breathe.
The words took a second to register.
Then, I ran.
I didn't wait for anyone.
I burst through the hospital room doors.....
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Agatha's POV
I burst into the hospital room, my chest heaving, my pulse racing.
And there he was.
Lying on the hospital bed, his face pale, wires attached to his body.
But his eyes—his dark, familiar eyes—were open.
I sucked in a shaky breath.
"Yuvaa," I whispered, my voice breaking.
His head turned slowly.
And then—
The world froze.
Because the way he was looking at me… was different.
His eyes were blank.
No recognition.
No anger.
No hatred.
Nothing.
Like I was a stranger.
My stomach twisted.
I forced a smile.
"It's me," I whispered, stepping closer. "It's Agatha."
His brows furrowed slightly.
Then—
"W-Where am I?" His voice was hoarse, weak.
I blinked.
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YUVAA'S POV
Bright lights. A dull ache in my head. The sterile smell of antiseptic.
My vision was blurry. My body felt heavy.
Where… was I?
I blinked slowly, trying to focus.
The last thing I remembered was…
Yadhana.
Her crying face.
Her blood-covered hands.
Her voice, weak, trembling—
"It hurts, Yuvaa… it hurts so much…"
My stomach twisted.
YADHANA!
I tried to sit up, but my body screamed in pain.
Where was she?
I needed to find her.
I turned my head frantically, searching the unfamiliar white walls, the beeping monitors.
This wasn't our house.
This wasn't our apartment.
Why was I here?
Then—
A woman called me
"Yuvaa," The woman whispered
"It's me," She whispered, stepping closer. "It's Agatha."
My brows furrowed slightly.
Then—
"W-Where am I?" I asked
I was searching for familiar face
Then—
I saw them
My parents. Nagesh pa.
My heart leaped.
They were here!
That means…
That means Yadhana is here too!
I exhaled shakily, trying to breathe.
I turned to my father.
"Dad…" My voice was hoarse, desperate.
"Where is she?"
My father's face paled.
"Who, son?"
I let out a sharp breath.
"What do you mean, who?!" My voice rose. "Yadhana! Where is Yadhana?!"
A thick silence filled the room.
No one answered.
I clenched my fists.
"Why am I here? What happened?!"
My mother gasped, tears filling her eyes.
"Yuvaa…" She whispered.
"WHERE IS SHE?!" I shouted, trying to sit up again. "I need to see her! She was hurt! She said she was in pain! I have to see her! PLEASE!"
I turned to Nagesh pa , my voice breaking.
"Nagesh pa… take me to her. I'll take her home, I promise. I'll take care of her—just let me see her!"
Tears streamed down my face.
"She needs me…" I choked out. "I promised her I wouldn't leave her alone… Please, let me see my wife!"
The room fell deathly silent.
Then—
A sharp voice cut through the air.
"Enough, Yuvaa!"
I turned my head sharply.
It's that woman
Her eyes were blazing with fury.
Who… was she?
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AGATHA'S POV
I couldn't breathe.
I couldn't think.
This man…
My husband…
Had just begged to see another woman.
Had just cried for another woman.
Had just called another woman his wife.
My heart twisted violently.
Enough.
ENOUGH!
I stepped forward, my body shaking with rage.
"Stop it, Yuvaa!" I screamed.
His eyes widened—like he was seeing me for the first time.
"Who the hell are you?" He asked, his voice cold.
I felt something shatter inside me.
"You…" My voice cracked. "You don't recognize me?"
He didn't answer.
He didn't even look at me.
He was still looking past me. Still searching for Yadhana.
My fists clenched.
"You want to see Yadhana?" I spat. "You want to know where she is?"
He nodded immediately.
A bitter laugh escaped my lips.
"Fine," I hissed. "Let me tell you where she is."
He stared at me, waiting.
"She's dead, Yuvaa."
Silence.
The air turned ice cold.
His face froze.
My voice rose.
"SHE'S DEAD! SHE'S BEEN DEAD FOR YEARS! AND YOU KNOW WHO'S STILL HERE?" I pointed to myself, tears burning down my cheeks.
"ME! I'M HERE, YUVAA!"
I clenched my fists.
"I'M YOUR WIFE! NOT HER!"
His breath hitched.
I let out a shaky laugh.
"You tied the thali around my neck," I whispered, my voice dripping with venom. "Not her."
His hands trembled.
"You married me," I continued. "Not her."
His jaw clenched tightly.
"And she?" I took a step forward. "She's just a corpse buried six feet under."
Then—
He snapped.
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YUVAA'S POV
SHE'S LYING.
SHE'S LYING.
SHE'S LYING.
Yadhana isn't dead.
She's waiting for me.
She's waiting for me to come get her.
I tried to move, but the wires and IVs held me back.
My body was burning, shaking.
Then—
I heard Agatha's voice again.
Sharp. Cruel.
"I HAVE MORE RIGHTS OVER YOU THAN YADHANA BECAUSE I'M YOUR WIFE!"
I froze.
My breath stilled.
"You tied the thali around my neck, remember?" Her voice was filled with mockery. "You married ME. Not her."
The walls started closing in.
"She's gone, Yuvaa."
I shook my head.
"No…"
"YES!"
I squeezed my eyes shut.
"She's my wife…"
"NO, I'M YOUR WIFE!"
"SHE IS MY WIFE!"
My scream shook the walls.
Agatha stumbled back.
"She is my first love!" I shouted, my vision blurring.
"She has all the rights!" My voice cracked.
Only her.
Only Yadhana.
I couldn't breathe.
Everything was spinning.
My head pounded, flashes of the past cutting through my mind like lightning.
"Yuvaa… it hurts… it hurts so much…"
I grabbed my head.
"AAGGGHHH!"
Pain exploded inside my skull.
"DOCTOR!" Someone screamed.
The machines beeped wildly.
The world tilted.
I gasped for air, but my lungs refused to work.
I felt hands pushing me down.
"His vitals are dropping!"
"He's going into shock!"
I couldn't see.
I couldn't move.
Then—
Darkness.