In the solitude of her room, Saana’s composure finally cracked. The weight of the previous night’s events came crashing down on her, and she broke down in tears. She sank to the floor, her sobs echoing off the walls as she cursed herself for allowing Sidharth to come so close again. The betrayal and the pain of their past, combined with the vulnerability she had shown, felt like too much to bear.

Tears streamed down her face as she grappled with her conflicting emotions. "Why did I let him back in?" she sobbed to herself. "Why did I allow myself to be weak? He’s the one who hurt me the most."

Meanwhile, Sidharth, though not physically present in her room, was also struggling with his own wave of guilt and sorrow. He sat in a quiet corner of the house, the weight of his actions heavy on his heart. He knew that he deserved this pain; he had caused it. He had broken Saana’s heart, and the memory of her pleading with him to talk, to understand, still haunted him.

The regret of having to cut off from her when she needed him most added to his emotional turmoil. He remembered the desperation in her eyes, the way she had reached out to him, only for him to withdraw. It was a decision he had made in a moment of weakness, and it now seemed like a cruel irony that he was the one feeling the sting of rejection.

As Saana’s sobs quieted, her thoughts turned inward, her mind a whirlwind of regret and anguish. She wished for the strength to move past the pain, but the emotions were overwhelming. Similarly, Sidharth, sitting alone, was consumed by the realization of how deeply he had hurt her and how much he had lost.

The mutual suffering they were enduring was a stark reminder of the complex and painful history they shared. The realization that both were broken, yet still somehow connected, only deepened the ache in their hearts.

Sidharth sat in the quiet of his room, his usually composed demeanor completely shattered. The weight of his actions, the hurt he had inflicted on Saana, and the realization of his own mistakes overwhelmed him. As he reflected on the previous night and the way he had pushed her away when she had needed him the most, the tears began to flow uncontrollably.

His face fell into his hands, and he let out a choked sob. The tears streamed down his cheeks, each one a manifestation of the guilt and regret that had been building inside him. He could feel the sting of his own failure, both as a partner and as someone who had once promised to care for her.

"I should never have let it come to this," he muttered between sobs. "How could I have been so blind? So selfish?"

The memories of Saana’s pleading eyes, her pain, and her vulnerability haunted him. He had failed her when she reached out, and now he was left grappling with the consequences of his actions. Each tear felt like a drop in the ocean of his remorse, an attempt to wash away the burden of his decisions.

As he cried, Sidharth felt a profound sense of isolation. The man who had always controlled his world now found himself helpless, unable to mend the broken pieces of the relationship he had once cherished. The room, which had once felt like a sanctuary, now felt like a cage, enclosing him in the suffocating reality of his mistakes.

*
Ansh, concerned about Saana’s condition, made his way to Sidharth’s room to check on her health. As he entered the room, he was surprised to find the bed empty. His gaze quickly swept across the room, searching for any sign of Saana, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Frowning, Ansh moved toward the balcony, drawn by the sound of quiet sobs that seemed to drift through the open door. As he stepped outside, he saw his brother sitting alone on the swing of the balcony, his posture hunched and his head bowed. The sight of Sidharth in such a vulnerable state stopped Ansh in his tracks.

Sidharth’s face was hidden in his hands, and tears streamed down his cheeks, his sobs barely audible over the gentle rustling of the wind. The once formidable and controlled man now appeared utterly broken, the weight of his remorse clearly visible.

Ansh approached cautiously, his own heart aching at the sight of his brother in such distress. He took a seat next to Sidharth on the swing, his presence a silent offer of support. "Bhaiya," he said softly, placing a hand on his shoulder. "I came to check on Saana Di, but I see that you’re the one who needs someone right now."

Sidharth looked up, his eyes red and swollen. The pain and regret were palpable, and for a moment, he struggled to find words. "I... I don’t know what to do anymore," he admitted, his voice cracking. "I’ve hurt her so much. I tried to do the right thing, but now... now I’m just lost."

Ansh’s expression softened with empathy. He knew the depth of Sidharth’s feelings for Saana and understood that the guilt he carried was immense. "It’s okay to feel this way, Bhaiya," Ansh said gently. "You’ve been through a lot, and so has she. It’s important to face these feelings and try to make amends. But you don’t have to do it alone."

Sidharth nodded, the weight of his emotions not lifting but finding some solace in Ansh’s understanding presence. As they sat together on the swing, the quiet of the evening surrounding them, both brothers shared an unspoken understanding of the pain they were navigating, hoping that, together, they might find a way to move forward.

Ansh looked at Sidharth with a mix of concern and frustration. "Aap jaise Saana ki side of the story nahi jaante, waise ho bhi nahi jaanti! Uska yun aapse gussa hona jaayaz hain! Bhaiya, 12 saal purane zakhm hain!"

Sidharth’s head hung low as he absorbed Ansh’s words. The gravity of Saana’s pain, accumulated over years, was starting to sink in. "I know I’ve made mistakes," Sidharth said, his voice heavy with remorse. "But I never fully understood how deep the wounds were."

Ansh nodded, his tone softening. "Saana Di has been carrying those wounds for a long time. The hurt you caused her wasn’t just a momentary thing; it’s been festering, influencing her every day. Her anger and her pain are justified. She’s had to deal with so much, and your actions only added to that burden."

Sidharth’s eyes were filled with regret. "I thought that by giving her space, I was doing the right thing. I thought she needed distance to heal."

Ansh shook his head. "Distance doesn’t heal all wounds, especially when the person you’ve hurt still feels connected to you. She needed understanding, compassion, and maybe even an apology long before now. It’s not just about what you think she needs; it’s about what she truly feels and needs."

Sidharth stared out at the horizon, the weight of Ansh’s words pressing down on him. "What do I do now?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Ansh squeezed his shoulder reassuringly. "Start by acknowledging the pain you’ve caused and making a sincere effort to show her that you understand and regret your actions. It’s going to take time, and it won’t be easy, but it’s the only way to truly make amends."

The two brothers sat in silence, the weight of the conversation hanging in the air. For Sidharth, the path to redemption seemed daunting, but Ansh’s words gave him a glimmer of hope that it was still possible to mend the broken pieces of his past.