Aashna's pov:

My eyes open at 7 in the morning.

As I wake up, the events of last night played in my head and brought instant tears to my eyes.

They hurt and itch, I feel dehydrated and have the worst headache ever, but I can't stop crying.

I get up from bed, the covers are already made because I slept awfully on them last night.

I adjust the pillows and walk to the bathroom to brush my teeth.

I look at my disheveled look in the large mirror. My eyes barely open inspite of being big, they're so swollen and red.

My lips and nose are red and face fluffy. I just need a cold shower.

I lazily drag myself in the shower and start doing my business slowly. I don't even have the energy to pace like I always do. Also, I'm ditching work today, I don't care, my life just slipped through my hands and I'm so stupid that I can't get my shit together.

After the shower, I finally switch on my phone and I'm shocked to see atleast 40 missed calls from Shubman.

About him.....why is he calling me again, to throw the remaining insults?

I swear I'm never talking to him again. I know it's not his fault that he was fed with lies but the way he talked to me, it is completely his fault.

I thought and understood me well enough to trust me....atleast clear the matter with me, but I guess I was wrong.

He never recognized me, he never understood me, we were never right for each other, it was all a mistake.

Bua told me to be careful, my friends told me to be careful, they probably saw things from a different perspective.

But from my view, I was blind to not see this, and deaf as well to not listen to them. And now I feel dumb.

He called me......a gold digger.
He called me.....a liar.

It hurt. And God knows how long it will hurt. If I want, I can ruin his perfectly well made reputation. But I'm not like him.

I wore my clothes and came out of the closet. I heard Bear scratching tgr front door. He has learned potty training and always poops outside in the morning.

He's my one smart kid!

A small smile tugs at my mouth on seeing him inspite of all the mess going on.

I do not put on his leash because he is too smart and he will do his thing and
not run away.

I stand near my porch and wait for him while he's taking his poop.

He finished his business, he starts to sniff the area and I let him have his exposure.

I hear a car engine go off but I don't look, there are a hundred people in my society plus I don't want anyone to see my puffy eyes.

The car door opened and I saw Bear raise his ears and bark lowly, then he ran past me before I could stop him to the car person disregarding me calling out his name.

I turn in surprise and my heart stops for a moment to see Shubman standing there.

Bear is jumping on him but he is continously looking at me.

I look away and Bear barks at him for the attention.

I get inside my main gate and shout Bear's name a little sternly.

I get out in anger and I see Shubman petting him, his hands are bloody and cut. And he has a slight cut near his lip, his clothes are wrinkled and a bit bloody and his hair is a mess.

What the fuck happened to him?

I badly wanna run up to him and tend to him. And it makes me emotionally to think that I can't do that.

Shubman starts to walk towards me but I quickly retreat inside and a second later he comes in behind me.

I get hold of Bear and he struggles against me to get to Shubman. I could hardly keep up with him because he's growing up and he can overpower me easily. Given that my weight is only 47 kgs and I feel weak already.

Shubman takes hold of his collar from me and guides him to the door.

The door is open so he pushes him inside and I close the door after he pulls himself outside.

We turn to face each other and I freeze looking at him....maybe because I'm seeing him so fleetingly for the last time in my life.

My life was just normal before Shubman came and made it big and a bit famous.

And it will get back to that after he's gone.

"Aashna, I know that.....what I did was wrong but please listen to me for once-" I put up my hand in front of him to make him stop talking.

"Save it!" I said.
I turn around and get in my house.

I try to close the door on his face but he sticks his shoe clad foot and refuses to move.

"I don't care, I'm not going anywhere without talking to you, so open up!" He said.

"Shut up! Get lost, I don't even wanna see your face! And don't raise your voice at me!" I said while feeling my blood boiling.

He sighs before speaking.

"Aashna, please let me talk to you, I drove the whole night to see you. I know you are not wrong, please let me say what I want, then I swear I'll leave it up to you if you want to forgive me or not." He said giving me those "masoom eyes".

I step aside and let go of the door.

He pushes it ajar and enter inside. I close the door behind him.

Now if I've let him inside, I might as well just tend his injuries.

"Sit on the couch, I'll be there in a minute." I said badly avoiding his gaze.

I rush to the kitchen and carry some first aid and a glass of water for him.

I come back to find him sitting. I go near him and sit beside him. I reluctantly pick up his hand and tears fill my own eyes as he starts talking.

"Aashna, baat clear ho chuki he, mujhe pta chal gya he ki....Mummy ne jhoot bola tha." He said and I scoff.

"Saari galti meri he, I know ki mene tumhare upar trust nhi kiya, I'm so sorry!" He said.

"It's ok Shubman, tumne wahi mana jo tumhari mom ne tumhe bataya." I said while cleaning all the dried blood on his hands.

"Mujhe tumse ek baar pucch lena chahiye tha, before I said anything that I said." He said and I find it amusing that he's taking those words so lightly.

"I know that I'm not in the position to just apologise to you, I'm far from there, but please." He stops for a moment when I turn to throw the used cotton and get some ointment and bandages.

"Please, forgive me, tum jesa chahogi ab me wesa hi karunga, kabhi.....and like never will I ever doubt you like that, please Shonu, forgive me this once!" He pleads while I bandage his hands.

"I know I have done something unforgivable but....please...I don't have anything else to say to you, I can't besides for you to forgive me." He said and I moved to his face with another piece of wet cotton.

I shift a little close but still not touching him. Even my hand is not touching him, only the cotton is in between.

I lean into him and clean his wound. It isn't that bad, it's just a little cut near his lip. So I leave it with a junior bandage after cleaning fully with disinfectant.

My eyes meets his for a split second and I find him staring deeply. I quickly retreat after cleaning and start to pack my first aid box.

"Ab tum decide karlo tumhe kya kehna he, kya karna he, I said what I had to say, but please say something, I can't tolerate your silence." He said, wow! How ironical, last night he wasn't letting me speak and today he wants to hear what I have to say.

I think while I throw his bloody bandages and enter the guest room closet where we always kept some cleaned and ironed clothes for him. Because he usually stayed hear the last two years and hated to pack everytime.

From the ironed shirts and casuals hunged up, I picked out a clean t-shirt and a clean jogger and walked out.

I throw the clothes at him and sit down beside him while crossing my hands over my chest.

He keeps looking at them. But after a moment, he gets up and hurriedly, and starts to strip in front of me.

He takes off his shirt and wear the clean t-shirt. Then he goes on to take off his pants and I hurriedly look anywhere but at him. I can't help but blush at his gesture.

He threw his dirty clothes to the carpet and sat down beside me. I flinched and removed my hands when he tried to hold them and shifted a bit away.

"Aashu, please say, something yaar! I'm dying to hear your voice!" He said.

"I forgive you." I said still not looking at him.

"Really?! Oh my god! Aashu, tumhe nhi pta ye kitni badi baat he mere liye, thank you so so so so so much!!" He said holding my face between his large hands and facing me to him.

He leaned into me so fast and I quickly lean back. I place my hands on his chest and push him a little.

"You can leave now." I said.

He leaned back in shock and furrowed his eyebrows not believing his ears.

"W-what? Aashu, kya...?" He trailed off.

"Uhh....jaa sakte ho tum." I said keeping my face straight yet tears fill my eyes.

"I don't understand, you forgave me....and now....tum mujhe jaane ke liye keh rhi ho?" He said still keeping his hands on my cheeks.

I slightly touch his hands and remove my face.

"Yes Shubman, I forgave you! That doesn't mean everything's alright!" I say through clenched teeth.

"AASHNA MAIN AUR KYA KARUN? I MADE A FUCKING MISTAKE AND I APOLOGISED, WHAT ELSE DO YOU WANT?!" He shouted.

"STOP FUCKING SHOUTING!!" I shouted back.

"Tumhe ye baat kyu nhi samajh aati he that I merely forgave you....but we're over, now you can leave!" I said.

"You can't break up with me!" He said.

"I'm only doing what you asked....staying away from your FAMILY, your CAREER, your....life." I said.

"But you are my family!" He said coming closer.

"Oh Shubman! But I'm also a gold digger!" I said laughing dryly.

"So it's my fault after all, and even after apologising, you make sure to remind me that?" He said.

"You made me realise something too, yk?" I said.

"That I have a self respect that I can't let you shake. And plus you don't wanna date mujh jesi ladki right?"

"Go date someone of your own standard? Who's richer....and maybe even prettier! Good luck with finding a face like this!" I said.

"Rona nhi aayega mere bina?" He asked.

"Me zindagi bhar rone ke liye taiyaar hu, but I refuse to entertain those who do not respect me...even as a human!" I said.

"So we're over?" He said and laughed ironically.

"Yes, I must say you've been a very good husband!" I taunted him.

"Aashna....please reconsider!" He said joining his hands.

"I had the whole night, I'm pretty sure, text me when you reach home. I know you hate me right now but this was needed." I said.

"I don't hate you, I can never!" He said.

"Then I'll have to hate you on both out behalves." I said sarcastically.

He got up and picked up his car keys.

I walk him till my door.

Bear comes running behind us. Shubman bends down and kisses his head.

"Keep me updated about him.....and yourself too." He said before opening the door.

I stand on my threshold and wave him bye. How many times I have kissed him goodbye on the same threshold.

He moves forward and I keep looking.

"Shubman wait!!" I said.

He stopped in his tracks and turned to me. He had little tears in his eyes compared to mine that were now flowing freely.

I ran up to him and kissed him with all my energy, he instantly held my waist and hugged me to him while kissing me.

I pull apart and my tears come down nonstop.

"Bye!" I pat his chest once and walked back inside but he held my wrist tightly.

"Shubman, stop!" I said while crying heavily looking the other way.

"Excuse me sir! Is everything ok?" A perverted middle aged man- Mr. Tiwari interrupted from the outside if my see through gate.

"Get lost!" Shubman said angrily.

"You know you can tell me if something's wrong ma'am!" Mr Tiwari said.

"Behra he kya? Get lost!" Shubman said a bit louder.

"Oye! ladki ko chhedta he, abhi police bulaun?" Mr. Tiwari threatened.

"Sir please! We're fine, just mind your own way!" Ironical enough, I exclaimed.

I pulled out my wrist and went inside my house and shut my door. Leaving Shubman standing.

I had to let him go right now.

I broke down several times this day. Everything reminding me of him.

The most beautiful, once most perfect chapter of my life.

Shubman Gill

Shubman's pov:

She always fixed me, even today. She tended to my injuries.

I kept standing in her driveway for a moment.

Then I took a deep breath and retreated to my car. I drove all the way for this. Di will surely kill me and mom will be happy. My phone is not functioning properly, due to the impact I threw it with, it's gorilla glass shattered.

My mind is not functioning properly. Probably shattered too. And my heart, twisting at my own mistakes.

I kept crying when I came out of the city into the highway. I cried alot. But then I noticed the sun going down and I stopped to see the sunset.

It was pretty, perfect, not messy, but the day was ending.

And I never would've imagined, that with this day ending so beautifully, I will also be ending the only most beautiful chapter of my life.

Aashna Singh Chahar.
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