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INAYAT'S POV :

I watched him sleep, unable to tear my eyes away from his peaceful face. He looked so adorable, like an angel lost in a dream, his soft lips curved into the faintest smile. 

His long lashes kissed his cheeks, and a few strands of hair had fallen across his forehead. Gently, I brushed them aside, leaning in to press a tender kiss to his forehead. 

As if sensing my affection, he snuggled deeper into my lap, making my heart flutter with a mix of love and contentment.

I began to stroke his hair, my fingers gently threading through the silky strands. 

His warmth, his presence- everything about him felt so comforting, and before I knew it, sleep was starting to claim me too. I muttered a quiet, "Goodnight, my love," just before drifting off.

But something stirred me from the edges of sleep-a heavy sensation on my chest. My eyes remained closed as I instinctively stroked my hand over the weight, feeling something rough yet familiar beneath my fingertips. 

My fingers traveled upwards, encountering something silky and soft . I absentmindedly played with it, enjoying the texture until a realization struck me like lightning.

Waitttt!!!

Rough like a beard???

Something Silky & soft?????

My eyes flew open, and I was met with the sight of Shivansh, his head nestled on my chest, his face resting right against my breast. 

My breath caught in my throat, heat rushing to my cheeks as I realized just how intimately we were entwined.

 As I shifted slightly, trying to comprehend the situation, he instinctively snuggled closer, his hand unknowingly squeezing my breast.

A wave of embarrassment and a shiver of unexpected pleasure surged through me. My lips parted, and an embarrassing sound threatened to escape, but I quickly bit down, stifling it just in time. 

My heart raced, a confusing mix of emotions swirling within me- embarrassment, desire, and a deep, undeniable connection.

Carefully, I tried to move, but he only burrowed closer, his face pressing into me even more. The sensation sent a jolt through my body, making it difficult to breathe normally. 

I found myself torn between the urge to wake him and the desire to stay exactly where I was, savoring this strangely intimate moment.

With a soft sigh, I surrendered, allowing my hand to continue stroking Shivansh's hair. My heart pounded in my chest, filled with an overwhelming sense of closeness and warmth that I had never experienced before. 

My eyes drifted shut, and soon I was lost in a peaceful haze.

In the soft light of the room, Shivansh and I were very close. His touch was gentle as he cupped my face, his fingers lightly grazing my skin. 

The heat between us built as our faces inched closer. His breath was warm and quickened against my lips, making my heart race. Just as our lips were about to meet, a loud bang suddenly shattered the moment.

I opened my eyes, adjusting to the light of the room that had started to irritate me. I jolted awake, my breath catching in my throat. 

It was just a dream. I felt my cheeks heat up with the realization of my thoughts and how my dream had become so intense. Oh god!

I looked down to see Shivansh still nestled against my chest, his head resting on my breast. The noise had partially woken him; his brows were furrowed deeply, and he let out a soft groan of irritation. He shifted uncomfortably, still half-asleep and clearly annoyed by the disturbance.

I tried to move carefully, not wanting to disturb him further. Gently, I lifted his head and placed it back on the pillow. As I adjusted my dress and fixed my hair, the door knocked again. I sighed softly, knowing I had to check it.

Shivansh grumbled under his breath, clearly irritated by the noise and the disturbance. He rolled onto his side, pulling the blanket up and burying his face into the pillow, trying to block out the interruptions.

 With a final glance at Shivansh, who was now huffing in his sleep, I went to open the door, still feeling the lingering heat of the dream.

When I opened the door, I was met with the sight of Shivansh's mother. My eyes went wide in surprise as she looked at me from head to toe.

 She had a bowl of porridge in her hands—clearly, it was for Shivansh. I quickly stepped aside to let her in, keeping my gaze fixed on the ground, feeling a mix of nerves and embarrassment.

As she entered, I noticed Shivansh trying to sit up in bed. Without thinking, I rushed over to help him, supporting his back as he leaned against the headboard. 

I stood beside him, my heart fluttering wildly when he looked at me with a gentle smile."Good morning," he murmured, his voice deep, husky, and incredibly hot.

His messy hair, that small smile—it was all too much, making my breath catch in my throat and my heart race. I clenched my thighs together, feeling an overwhelming rush of emotions.

I smiled back at him, replying softly, "Good morning." But before I could say more, a throat cleared in the room, snapping me back to reality.

 Realizing we weren't alone, I looked down, internally cursing myself for forgetting about Shivansh's mother.

"You slept here last night?" Shivansh's mother asked, her tone carrying a hint of surprise.

Oh god, how am I supposed to answer that? It was so embarrassing that I couldn't even lift my eyes to meet hers. My mind raced for an explanation, but nothing came to me.

"So what?" Shivansh responded, his tone cold and dismissive, as if he didn't care at all. His bluntness shocked me, and I looked at him in disbelief, my eyes wide. 

How could he be so brave—so shameless—to answer her like that? I couldn't believe he was acting this way in front of his mother!

She hesitated for a moment before saying, "Aise accha thodi lagta hai. You both are not even married. How can you stay here and sleep in the same room for the whole night?"

Her words sent a wave of embarrassment through me. She was right—it didn't look good for us to stay in the same room, especially when we weren't married. My face flushed as I struggled to find the right words, but before I could speak, Shivansh cut in.

"You don't have to care about that," he replied, his tone cold and dismissive. 

"It's my room, and my choice. I wanted her to stay here with me because I needed her, and she's not leaving me. If you have any issues with it, I don't care. And by the way, why are you here?"

His nonchalant attitude shocked me. How could he talk to his mother like that? I looked at him, my eyes wide, trying to silently tell him to stop.

Noticing my expression, he sighed but said nothing more.

"I made this for you, for your breakfast. It'll help you regain your strength and keep your energy up," his mother said softly, her voice filled with gentle care. She placed the bowl of porridge on the bedside table. 

I felt a pang of longing as I thought of my own mother—a small smile tugged at my lips.

But when I glanced at Shivansh, his face was hard. His jaw was clenched, and he seemed visibly annoyed. I was confused—why was he acting this way towards his mother? 

I knew he held a grudge against his father, but his mother? She was only trying to care for him, and he was pushing her away. She had made breakfast for him with love, and this was how he responded?

He turned to me, his voice softening. "Ina, can you make something else for me? I don't like this. And I am craving for your handmade food."

I stared at him in disbelief. Not in front of her, I thought. She made this for you with so much love, and you're dismissing it just like that?

Before I could say anything, his mother spoke again, her voice heavy with hurt. "Shiv, beta, maine itne pyaar se tere liye yeh banaya, aur tu aise kar raha hai?"

He continued to avoid her gaze, focusing only on me. "Inayat, can you make something else for me?" His tone now held a hint of anger.

His mother, clearly hurt, didn't respond and turned to leave the room.

"Don't forget to close the door behind you," he added rudely. That was it. He couldn't talk to her like that. As soon as the door closed, I sat in front of him, ready to confront him. 

But before I could say a word, he suddenly pulled me into a tight embrace, holding onto me like he was trying to convey something deeper. 

His grip was strong, almost desperate, as if he needed me to understand there was more behind his behavior than he could express.

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SHIVANSH'S POV:

Holding her in my arms, I felt the world outside fade away. There was something deeply comforting in the way she fit against me, as if she was meant to be here, with me. 

Her warmth, her scent—everything about her made me feel like I could finally breathe again after days of suffocating under my own thoughts. I moved back and I kissed her cheek, letting my lips linger on her soft skin.

 The way she reacted—her eyes widening, her cheeks heating up—made me smile. It was endearing how she responded to even the smallest touch.

I cupped her face gently, my thumbs grazing over her flushed cheeks. I leaned in and kissed her forehead, wanting to convey how much she meant to me without needing to say the words.

 My heart was pounding, but for once, it wasn't out of anxiety or fear—it was because of her. She had this way of calming me and making everything feel right.

"You know? I slept so peacefully after so many days, Ina," I said, unable to hide the smile that tugged at my lips. It wasn't just the sleep; it was the peace she brought with her presence.

She looked at me with those eyes that always seemed to understand more than I said. Then, without a word, she leaned in and pressed her lips to my forehead. 

The gesture was so simple, yet it made my heart swell. I hadn't realized how much I needed that until she did it. My breath hitched slightly, my chest tightening with an emotion I couldn't quite name. It was overwhelming, but in the best way possible.

She then rested her head on my chest, and I instinctively lowered my chin to rest on top of her head. My arms wrapped around her, pulling her closer. 

We stayed like that for a while, wrapped up in each other, letting the silence fill the space between us. It was a silence that spoke volumes—about trust, about connection, about the unspoken things that were growing between us.

Then she softly again asked me " Ansh the way you talked to your mother was very rude. Apko iss tarah se baat nahi karni chahiye thi."

I didn't wanted to talk about this topic so I tried to change the topic and said " Oh ho kuch din pehle takk toh 'tum' tha aur abhi itni izzat, 'aap'??? Kya baat hai."

She came out from the hug and being irritated hit me near my stomach which did hurt a bit and a painful groan left my lips. And suddenly her expressions changed from angry to worried and she asked " Are you okay?? Did you get hurt??"

To which I just lied down properly and took her hand and said, "Nahi toh.. Apke inn mard jaise haathon se maar khaake bahut anand prapt hua devi." And then started laughing.

She again hit on my shoulder and said "Mere itne sundar haath apko mard jaise lagte hain?"

To which I said "Aur nahi toh kya. Aur aap kya maarti hain!!!! Itne ache se toh hum bhi nahi ladte."

Listening to this she leaned closer to me and quietly said, "Yes because someone special had told me that 'Miss learn to fight for your safety.' Abb unki baat toh man-ni hi padti na."

I looked at her in amusement, she still remember my words??and said

"You still remember what I said?" To which she replied "Everything.. line by line."

"Ansh, I know you're trying to change the topic, but it's not that easy to fool me. Now tell me, why did you speak to your mother like that?"

I sighed, feeling cornered. "She was saying hurtful things about you. How could I just stay silent?"

"But she's your mother, and if you fight with her because of me, she'll never accept me," she replied, concern evident in her voice.

"So what? You're going to live with me, not her. Why should I worry about her acceptance?" I said, frustration creeping into my tone.

She looked up at me gently and said, "It does matter. Marriage isn't just about us; it's about two families coming together. I may not have a family, but you do, and it's our responsibility to keep them happy."

I felt my frustration boiling over. "Never say again, that you don't have a family, I am your family & I hate them, and they don't love me either."

She broke the hug and cupped my face with tenderness. "Ansh, I saw the hatred in your eyes when you spoke to your mother. Don't lie to me. And whether you believe it or not, she loves you a lot. 

Trust me, she does. I don't have a mother, so I know how hard it is to live without one. When you have a family, you should learn to value them."

Her words struck a chord, and I felt my emotions welling up. Looking into her eyes, I struggled to hold back tears. "But..."

She gently cut me off. "Ansh, I want to know what's going on in your family. What's the real issue?"

I knew this moment would come eventually, but I wasn't ready for it. Still, I knew I couldn't keep it from her forever. "Give me some time. I'll tell you everything tonight."

She sighed and nodded then again kissed me on my forehead and hugged me. And I could not help myself but feel butterflies not only in my stomach but all over my body. 

Whenever she kissed me on my forehead I feel this. But for now ignoring this feeling I embraced her tightly and laid down.

As we lay there, my mind began to wander, and suddenly, a thought struck me like a cold splash of water. Vikrant. 

Where is he?? I haven't think about him since I got my consciousness back, but vnow the memory came rushing back.

Remaining in that comfortable position, I asked softly, "Ina, where's Vikrant?"

She pulled back from the embrace, her eyes reflecting the same concern that was now eating away at me. "He's in jail, Shivansh. I forgot to tell you... there was so much mess and—"

"Jail?" I cut her off, my voice rising with each word. "Why didn't anyone help him get out? And why the hell is he in jail in the first place?"

"Calm down, Shivansh," she urged, trying to soothe me. "You were unconscious, and we were all focused on you. We didn't even think about anything else."

Her explanation did little to ease the frustration bubbling inside me. "Yeah, well, forget everything else. We need to rush to the police station. Call Aryan. We're heading there now."

"No, no, no," she protested immediately, her voice firm yet gentle. "You're not going anywhere. I'll go with Aryan Bhai, and we'll get him out."

I stared at her, the determination in her voice evident, but I wasn't having it. "Nah, I'm coming with you both," I said, my tone leaving no room for argument. The finality in my voice made it clear that this was not up for discussion.

She opened her mouth to protest but stopped herself, understanding that there was no way I would back down.

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TRISHA'S POV:

It's been six days since that horrible incident, and our lives have been turned upside down—mine, Vikrant's, all of ours. Every day, I come to see Vikrant, hoping for a change, a sign that he'll speak to me, but he never does. He just sits there, listening, never looking me in the eye.

 His silence is deafening, and it makes my heart ache. He's like a ghost of the man he once was, and I feel so helpless.

It's suffocating, the way he refuses to see me or talk to me. The loneliness and nothingness that accompany me when I leave is crushing. But I keep coming, clinging to the hope that maybe, just maybe, he'll say something.

And I almost forgot to mention—Vidhi is here too. She's been desperate to find her brother, crying and asking me where he is. Seeing her like this breaks my heart, and I can't bring myself to tell her the truth. 

The helpers Vikrant left with Vidhi brought her to me, and I've been doing my best to comfort her.

I don't have the courage to tell her where Vikrant is or why he isn't answering her calls. To keep her spirits up, I've been taking her out, telling her that Vikrant is away on some urgent work. 

She didn't believe me at first, because no matter how busy he was, Vikrant never failed to answer her calls. But I insisted, and she reluctantly accepted it, though I can see the suspicion in her eyes.

Now, we're heading to the police station. I haven't told Vidhi anything, but I can't keep this from Vikrant any longer. He needs to know that his sister is here, waiting for him.

As I parked the car, Vidhi looked at me with those big, innocent eyes and asked, "Why are we at the police station?"

I cupped her face gently. "Vidhi, I have somework here. I'll be back in 20 minutes, okay? Don't worry, it's nothing serious, just a minor issue I need to sort out. I'll catch up with you soon, hm?"

She nodded, still unsure but trusting me, and I forced a smile before heading inside the police station.

When I saw Vikrant, my heart broke all over again. He looked worse than before, clearly beaten and tortured. The sight of him like this made my tears well up. 

It's enough—I need to talk to Shivansh about this. Vikrant sat across from me, just like every other day, saying nothing. But this time, I couldn't hold back.

"Vikrant, Vidhi is here. She's been worried sick about you, so I brought her to stay with me, to keep her safe."

I saw a flicker of anger in his eyes, and for a moment, it seemed like he was going to speak. But then, just as quickly, he swallowed it down and said nothing.

"I promise I'll take care of her until you're out. I won't let anything happen to her. Please, trust me on this."

He just scoffed and shook his head, turning away from me again. His silence felt like a slap in the face, and it hurt more than I could bear. 

He's not just refusing to talk to me—he's shutting me out completely. And it's killing me inside. But maybe I deserve this, don't I?

With tears streaming down my face, I left the room. As I walked down the corridor, I saw Shivansh, Inayat, and Aryan coming toward me. 

Shivansh was stumbling slightly, clearly struggling to walk due to his wounds. What was he doing here when he wasn't even fully recovered?

They stopped in front of me, and I tried to walk past them, but Shivansh's voice stopped me cold. He called out my name, "Trisha?"

"What?" I snapped, my voice sharp with pain. "What the hell do you want now? After ruining his life, and mine, what more do you want? Do you even know what state he's in?

 He's been tortured for something he didn't do, and you knew that! You knew he wasn't wrong, but this is how you 'helped' him? I'm ashamed to call you my friend. Don't even try to talk to me, either of you."

Aryan tried to calm me down, his voice gentle. "Trisha, please, let us explain."

I didn't respond, but I stood there, tears filling my eyes, waiting to hear what they had to say.

"Trisha, I know Vikrant was never wrong," Shivansh began, his voice filled with sincerity. "And I'm here to make things right. We will take the complaint back right away.

 Everyone else was focused on taking care of me. I was unconscious for four days, and I only regained consciousness yesterday. The first thing I did was come here to get him out."

His words hung in the air, and for the first time in days, I felt a glimmer of hope.

After what felt like hours, everything was finally sorted out. Vikrant was going to be released. I could barely contain my happiness—Vikrant and Vidhi would be reunited, and everything would finally be right for Vikrant. 

But a pang of sadness struck me as well. He wouldn't take me back, he wouldn't accept me, and he'd never trust me again. But at least he and Vidhi would be happy.

I went outside to Vidhi, who had fallen asleep while waiting. I didn't wake her, knowing it was best to let her rest. But as I stood there, I saw Vikrant coming out, stumbling, barely able to walk from the beating he'd endured.

Behind him, I noticed Shivansh approaching, placing a hand on Vikrant's shoulder. "I'm so sorry, Vikrant. Everything that happened—" Shivansh started, but Vikrant cut him off sharply, jerking his shoulder away.

"You ruined everything for me. I don't need your pity, Shivansh," Vikrant spat, his voice cold.

He started to move toward me, but he stumbled again. I rushed forward to support him, but he pushed me away just as harshly.

The pain of his rejection cut deeper than anything else, and I stood there, helpless, as he walked away from me, leaving me with nothing but the shattered pieces of what we once had.

As I stood there, helpless and heartbroken, I suddenly noticed movement by the car. Vidhi was getting out, and to my shock—and Vikrant's—she wasn't in her wheelchair. 

Instead, she was walking, albeit with the help of crutches. She had improved so much, and seeing her like this should have filled me with joy, but the timing couldn't have been worse.

Vidhi's eyes were wide with disbelief, tears already spilling down her cheeks as she saw her brother in such a battered state. She rushed toward us as fast as her legs would carry her, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. "Bhaiya! What happened to you? Who did this?"

Vikrant, who had been so cold and distant just moments ago, seemed to crumble at the sight of his sister. His eyes filled with tears, and for the first time since this nightmare began, he looked utterly broken.

 I quickly moved to help him stand, my hands steadying him as Vidhi reached us, her own tears falling freely.

"Vidhi... it's okay, I'm fine," Vikrant tried to soothe her, but his voice was shaky, and he couldn't hide the pain in his eyes. He held her close, trying to reassure her, but the weight of everything was too much for him to bear.

Vidhi wasn't convinced. Her gaze darted between Vikrant and the others, her expression growing more anxious by the second. Finally, her eyes locked onto Shivansh, and her face twisted with anger and confusion.

"Bhaiya," she whispered, her voice trembling with both fear and rage, "was it him? Was he the one who did this to you? Is he the reason... is he why Mom and Dad...?" Her voice broke, unable to finish the sentence, but the accusation was clear.

Vikrant froze, his body stiffening as her words sank in. The shock in his eyes was unmistakable—how did Vidhi know about this? 

How did she learn the truth that had been hidden from her for so long? He had always wanted to protect her from the harsh realities of their lives, to keep her safe from the darkness that surrounded them.

Vidhi pulled back slightly from Vikrant, her eyes still shimmering with tears but now filled with determination. "Yes, I know, Bhaiya," she said, her voice stronger than before. "I heard you... that night, looking at his picture. 

You were accusing him, threatening to destroy his life, to make him feel the same pain and suffering that you've gone through."

Vikrant's eyes widened in shock. He hadn't realized Vidhi had overheard him. The anger and despair that had consumed him that night had driven him to say things he never wanted her to hear.

"Vidhi, no... it's not like that," Vikrant tried to explain, his voice strained with the weight of everything unsaid. "He didn't kill them, Vidhi. He didn't—"

"Then why, Bhaiya?" Vidhi interrupted, her voice breaking as she searched his face for answers. "Why were you threatening to take his life? Why did you say those things if he didn't do it?"

Vikrant swallowed hard, feeling the crushing guilt he'd been carrying for so long. He looked away, unable to meet Vidhi's pleading gaze. "Because... because even if he didn't kill them directly, the reason they're dead is because of him. He's the reason, Vidhi. He's the reason our parents are gone."

Vidhi clung to Vikrant, her voice trembling as she spoke, "Stop doing this, Bhaiya... please. I'm scared for you. What if something happens to you? What will happen to me? I can't live without you.

 Let's just... sort everything out and go somewhere far away from all of this, away from everyone. We can start over, just the three of us—you, me, and Trisha Di. We can be happy together, Bhaiya. We don't need anything else."

Vikrant's heart ached as he listened to Vidhi's desperate plea. Her words cut through the anger and vengeance that had consumed him for so long. 

Looking into her tearful eyes, he saw the fear, the uncertainty, and the deep love she had for him. In that moment, he realized that nothing mattered more than her happiness and safety.

He sighed deeply, the weight of his past actions pressing heavily on his chest. "Vidhi... I'm so sorry. I never wanted to put you through this. I never wanted you to be afraid for me. You're right... I've been blinded by my hatred for so long, I forgot what truly matters."

Vikrant looked over at Shivansh, who stood a few steps away, watching the exchange with a mixture of guilt and sorrow. 

For the first time in years, Vikrant's gaze softened. The anger that had burned so brightly within him began to fade, replaced by a profound exhaustion.

"It's over," Vikrant said, his voice steady as he addressed Shivansh.

"The fight between us... everything... it's over. I can't see my sister suffer because of my actions anymore. She means more to me than anything else in this world, more than my own life. I won't put her through this pain any longer."

Shivansh nodded slowly, understanding the gravity of Vikrant's words. "Vikrant, I... I'm sorry for everything. I know nothing can undo the past, but I never wanted things to come to this. I'm relieved that we can end this now, for Vidhi's sake... for everyone's sake."

Vikrant took a deep breath and turned back to Vidhi, who was watching him with a mixture of hope and relief. He placed a gentle hand on her shoulder, his expression softening further. "We'll leave, Vidhi. We'll go far away, just like you want. Somewhere we can find peace... somewhere we can start over."

Vidhi's eyes welled up with tears And she hugged Vikrant tightly, feeling the tension in her heart begin to ease. "Thank you, Bhaiya... thank you for choosing us. I just want us to be happy... together."

Vikrant kissed the top of her head and whispered, "We will be, Vidhi. I promise."

My heart shattered as I watched them begin to walk away. Vikrant's eyes met mine briefly, and in that moment, I could see the unspoken words between us—the pain, the regret, the finality. 

My hand trembled as I let go of him, stepping back to give them space. I knew this was how it had to be, but it didn't make it hurt any less.

Vidhi's small voice broke through my thoughts, her innocent question slicing through the heavy air. "Bhaiya, why isn't Trisha di coming with us?"

I saw Vikrant's jaw tighten, and without looking back at me, he replied softly, "She has done her part, Vidhi. She's leaving us now. This is how it has to be."

His words felt like a knife to my chest, but I held my ground, forcing myself not to crumble in front of them. Vidhi, however, didn't seem to accept it. She stopped walking, her eyes wide and confused, tears spilling over her lashes. 

My heart broke all over again as I watched her struggle with her crutches, determined to reach me. I wanted to stop her, to tell her it would be okay, but before I could, she threw herself into my arms, clutching me as if I were her lifeline.

"Please don't leave us, Trisha di," she sobbed, her voice muffled against my chest. "We need you... I need you. Please, don't go."

I could feel her tears soaking through my shirt, her little body shaking with the force of her cries. I wrapped my arms around her, holding her tightly, trying to soothe her even as my own tears began to fall. 

"Vidhi," I whispered, my voice trembling, "I... I have to go. But I promise, I'll always be with you, in your heart. 

You're strong, and you have your brother. He loves you so much, and you two will be okay. I'll always be watching over you, but I can't stay. This is the way it has to be."

She cried harder, and every sob felt like it was tearing me apart. I gently pulled back, cupping her tear-streaked face in my hands. "You're such a brave girl, Vidhi," I whispered, trying to keep my voice steady. 

"Never forget that. You and your brother will be just fine, I promise. Now, be strong for him, okay?"

Vikrant was standing a few steps away, his eyes fixed on us. I could see the pain in his gaze, the conflict in his heart. He wanted to protect her, to take her away from this pain, but he knew, just like I did, that this was the path we had to take. 

He stepped forward, placing a gentle hand on Vidhi's shoulder, pulling her away from me.

"It's time to go, Vidhi," he said quietly, his voice thick with emotion. "Trisha has to go too. Let's not make this harder than it already is."

Vidhi looked back at me, her eyes pleading, as if hoping I would change my mind. "Please... don't forget me," she whispered, her voice breaking.

"I could never forget you," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. I kissed the top of her head, lingering for just a moment before stepping back. 

As Vikrant led her away, I stood there, rooted to the spot, tears streaming down my face.

I watched them go, every step they took away from me felt like a piece of my heart was being torn away. Vidhi kept looking back, her eyes filled with sadness, and each time she did, I had to force myself not to run after her. 

But I knew this was the end of my chapter in their lives. All I could do was hope that they would find happiness, even if I couldn't be a part of it anymore.

As they disappeared from view, I wiped my tears, knowing that this was how it had to be. The love I had for them, the memories we shared, would stay with me forever, even if they were no longer in my life.

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