Shubman's POV (stay strong Shubi!)

My eyes were red and puffy. My nose looks like Rudolph the red-nosed reindeers, except it was pink. I couldn't sleep last night, I replayed the scene that happened in the team room over and over. Still unable to believe it.

How could she do that to me!

I loved her!

She'd never loved me that way. The way I loved her was difficult to put into words. I felt like someone tore a piece of me apart and left it behind every-time we were apart. When I was with her, I couldn't hear a single word she said. I'm too busy watching her, taking note of every detail. But most of all, falling in love with her over and over. I never felt so broken in my life. This description barely scratches the surface of the turmoil of emotions that I was facing. Another tear slipped down my cheek.

Everyone in the ICT, except Cheeku Bhaiya comforted me and told me that there was someone else, better than Aditi, waiting for me. I laughed bitterly at the thought. I couldn't move on. I was fixated on her, I was hers and she was supposed to be mine. Asking me to move on is asking me to breathe without air. Ever heard of the phrase desperate for air? No? It's a rarely known phrase. But ironically, it applied to me. Aditi was my air, food, and water. I couldn't live without her. Something odd though, was that Cheeku Bhai had been acting all shifty whenever he got a phone call. I assumed it was his private business and was too sad to even ask what was going on.

"Psst." A voice called out to me from behind my bedroom door. I looked at the coil of rope at my feet. I got to work and strung it above on the fan.

"Psst." The voice repeated its cry, there was a slight hint of annoyance. I tightened the knot on the fan.

If you couldn't figure it out by now, I was going to commit suicide.

"Oh for Pete's sake, I'll say this one more time." The voice rasped with exasperation.

"Psst." The voice tried for the last time. I wondered if the last thing I would ever hear in my life would be the word 'Psst'. The voice went silent, I made a noose out of the rope. I turned on my phone and looked at the wallpaper. A candid photo of Aditi. She was sound asleep on my chest, I was beaming with happiness. My heart wrenched and broke all over again looking at the photo.

"I love you, Aditi," I murmured to myself, in a stupid hope that Aditi might hear me.

"It's about Aditi." The voice cut through at the last second as I was about to put my head through the noose. I hesitated for a moment, the mystery voice seemed to know something that I didn't.

"Shubman please." The voice begged, I jumped down from the stool and opened the door. I saw Virat sitting in a very awkward position. He was in a squatting position with his mouth open ready to call out to me once more.

"Hey." Virat used the same raspy and quiet voice.

"I mean, Hey." He cleared his throat and stood up. He dragged me inside my room and closed the hotel room's oak wood door shut. Virat's moment stopped as he took in my room. And the home-made hanging noose that I made. Virat growled and looked at me with a forest fire inside his eyes.

"You were going to commit suicide!" Virat raised his voice, with obvious anger. His eyes were blazing but held a bit of sympathy.

"What's the point of living?" I croaked out letting the depressed heartbroken emotion-free.

"I can't watch Aditi date another guy. She's my everything." I swallowed a lump in my throat and forced myself to meet Virat's gaze.

"There's something you don't know." Virat's voice was tender and caring. He sat down next to me and wrapped an arm around my shoulder.

"Aditi loves you," Virat murmured, I wanted to snort.

HA! As if that's true... She wouldn't have left me then.

"You don't know the whole story." Virat sighed and launched into the epic tale that Aditi shared with him privately.

"She cried her eyes out in the dining room." He laughed bitterly his eyes misted over as though he was remembering the scene.

"I won't believe it." I huffed, I knew Virat. He would make up anything to make me feel better. Even tell me something preposterous like Aditi still loving me. She told me clearly that she hated me. I stood up and scampered onto the stool once more. Before I could insert my head into the noose, Virat tackled me to the ground.

"I'll give you a proof," Virat promised me and dug his phone out of his pocket. He rang up someone.

**** Aditi's POV ****

I hadn't come out of my bedroom for a day now. Every part of me ached to tell Shubman everything and feel safe in his arms once again. I was left with only memories of when he was mine and I was his. That one month is what I planned to reminisce and live off of for the rest of my life. He made me feel loved, desired, and safe. I had that warm fuzzy feeling every time I was close to him. I broke into a fit of sobs once again. My phone screen lit up alerting me that there was a caller. If it was anyone else but Virat I would have ignored it. Cheeku Bhai kept checking up on me, making sure I was alright. I chuckled darkly at that thought.

I could never be alright.

I picked up the phone on the second ring.

"Aditi Girish." Washy bitter voice came from the other side of the call. I frowned, it was Virat's phone.

"Oh! I'm sorry, Aditi Roy." Washy spat with disgust, I flinched.

"I hope you're happy with yourself." Washy clenched his jaw and retorted.

"..W...Why?" I stuttered unable to form words, my lips were cracked and my throat was parched. I hadn't eaten or even drank water in the past day.

"Shubman tried to kill himself because of you." Washy faked a cheerful tone.

The phone dropped from my hand and shattered on the ground.

Kill himself...

Kill himself...

Because of you!

The words echoed inside my head, I fell on my knees and scrambled toward the phone.

"Is... is... Is he oka-" I started, but the world started to spin?

"Why do you care?" Washy snorted with hatred.

"The world.... It's so unfair." I slurred and stumbled. The last thing I remembered was the world titling right and hearing the sound of glass shattering.

Aditi and Shubman had the same thought simultaneously.

I need you.

****

Sooo... Don't kill me?

Did I nail the emotions though? I kept thinking about that. 

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~ Ria.