Author's POV:-

Her words were like a punch to his chest, leaving him paralyzed with shock, standing there motionless as her outburst continued to shatter the silence. He tried to say something, anything, but no words came out of his mouth.

All he could do was to look at her, his eyes brimming with the pain of a thousand unanswered questions.

She took a breath, her voice quieter but tinged with bitterness.

“I don’t like your touches because it makes me suffocating..this is the reason I always make some excuses whenever you get close to me… jaante ho kyun?” Her voice dropped, her gaze drifting away, unable to meet his.

“Because I don’t love you, Agastya…Tum mere liye ek best friend ho, par kabhi usse zyada nahi. I never seen you more than it. I have never dreamt to be your wife”.

Agastya felt something inside him crumble as her words sank in.

He had poured his heart into making her feel safe, holding back his own desires, treading carefully around her emotions—and now it all felt meaningless.

It's always been one sided.

Naina went on, her tone distant, almost resigned,

“Main toh shaadi hi nahi karna chahti thi… woh toh bas mummy papa ke kehne par haan ki thi. I didn't want to see the disappointment in there faces".

Her voice cracked as she finally looked at him, her gaze guarded, like she had been forced to unveil her deepest truth.

'Toh fir mujhe kyu nahi boli??' he says in a whisper feeling completely shattered.

Agastya's voice barely came out as he whispered,

"Toh mujhe kyu nahi boli? I would have said no from my side… mujhe kya pata tha ki you don't feel the same."

His words hung in the air, quiet yet filled with a weight that seemed to press down on them both.

His gaze fell to the floor, the usual warmth in his eyes now replaced with something fragile, something broken. He forced a small, almost sad smile.

"Sorry...sorry to make you uncomfortable Naina… tum pehale bol deti ,toh mein wahi'..he stops remembering everytime she behaves when he tries to help her..

Ab se nahi hoga, I promise." One lone tear fall on the ground.

With that, he turned and walked away, leaving her standing there alone, the silence settling heavily in the room.

Naina’s breath caught in her throat as she watched him go,a part of her heart sinking as she realized the depth of pain she had just caused her best friend—the man who had, for better or worse, become her husband.

She tries to call him but this time he didn't listen to her.

She came to her room in search of Agastya but he was not present there. Now she is feeling guilty of her actions.

Agastya stood motionless under the shower, letting the cold water stream down his face, mingling with the tears that refused to stop.

He didn’t know how long he’d been there, but the chill that seeped into his skin couldn’t match the cold that had settled in his heart.

Finally, his legs gave out, and he sank down onto his knees, gripping the sides of the shower as a painful sob broke from his lips. The weight of her words crashed over him, each one cutting deeper than the last.

"I don’t like your touches… it suffocates me. That’s why I always find an excuse to leave whenever you come close."

The words echoed, relentless and brutal, as if they were branded into his mind. Every hesitant moment he’d reached for her, every time he thought he’d seen warmth in her eyes—she’d been shrinking from him, each gesture pushing her further away.

He had thought his love could give her comfort, but instead, it had only suffocated her.

"I never wanted this marriage. I only agreed for my parents. Being your wife was never my dream… you’re just my best friend."

Agastya’s breath hitched, and he let out a low, heart-wrenching cry, covering his face with trembling hands.

He had always believed that with time, she would see his love, that she would grow to care for him as deeply as he did for her.

But to her, he was a friend—a friend forced into the role of a husband she never desired. The realization was like a knife twisting in his heart, stripping away every hope he’d nurtured, every dream he’d cherished.

His fingers curled into fists, pressing against his face as if he could hold back the flood of emotions tearing through him.

He didn’t know what hurt more—that she didn’t love him, that she hadn’t wanted this marriage, or that his closeness made her uncomfortable.

After what felt like an eternity, his sobs subsided into quiet, empty silence. Slowly, he rose to his feet, his limbs heavy, his mind numb. His face was pale, his eyes red and swollen, bearing the marks of the pain he could no longer hide.

If his love was a burden, he would shield her from it. If his touch suffocated her, he would never reach for her again.

She wanted distance, freedom from the expectations that came with being his wife. And he would give her that, no matter how it shattered him inside.

From this moment on, he would live only as her friend, burying every trace of his love where she could never feel its weight.

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I am feeling sad for Agastya 😭

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