He looked around the room. Everything neatly in place. Nothing had changed. Yet everything had changed.

He walked to the chaise, the peacock feather, still sat innocently on the floor. He picked up the forlorn feather and placed it reverently on the dresser. The silence in the room, screamed of her absence. Her eight months in the house had filled every crevice with her effervescent personality. He felt the moisture in his eyes. He had done this. He was responsible. He may as well have put a gun to her head and pulled the trigger.

Was it just yesterday, she had made she special tea. He remembered he panoramic display, designed to inspire him to start creating his artworks. The veritable fallout that had ensued. All due to his stupidity. His fear of commitment and his derision of her character. Yet all that did not matter, nothing mattered he just wanted her safe and sound and at home.

Thoughts of all the insults and taunts that she had suffered at his hands. The tears she had shed. How far removed she had become from the spirited Dabbang Gauri he had met. He had turned into Stone Singh Oberoi effectively, and had effectively turned her into a doormat. He could not remember her laughing or enjoying any moment. He saw he in tears and he was the cause. He had changed her and himself but at the expense of Gauri. She had paid the ultimate price for his change.

"This could not be happening." Om thought. Om replayed his last conversation with Gauri. The last thing she had heard from his was how much he hated her. That was not true. He wished that he did not run from his feeling yesterday. She would have still been alive and they would have been together. And he would have told her that he loved her. She was important to him.

He wished that he could change the sands of time and go back to yesterday. He wished that he had her back...

There was a soft knock on the door. He opened the door to Shivaay. He was unable to speak for fear of losing it and breaking down. He had never had the courage to accept his feelings for Gauri. He needed to come to terms with the events that had taken place. He did not want an audience to his grief.

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