Kiara's eyes gazed at her reflection in the mirror, the glassy surface staring back at her like a cold, unforgiving judge.

 The words still echoed in her mind, a haunting reminder of the pain and heartbreak she had endured. "Main tumse pyaar nhi karta Kiara, mein sirf charu se karta hun aur ussi se shaadi karungi." (I don't love you, Kiara, I only love Charu and I will marry her.) 

The words cut deep, a sharp knife that had sliced through her heart and left her bleeding.As she stared at her reflection, Kiara couldn't help but think about how easily she had trusted people, especially Abhir.

 They had started chatting, and she had thought that they had a connection, that they understood each other.

 But it had all been a misunderstanding, a cruel joke played on her by fate. Abhir had thought he was talking to Charu, not her, and that realization had hurt even more. 

 The mirror seemed to taunt her, reflecting back a face that was etched with pain and vulnerability. 

Kiara's eyes looked sunken, her skin pale, and her lips trembled as she thought about the past. She had given her heart to Abhir, and he had crushed it, rejecting her without even a second thought. 

 The memory of their conversations still lingered in her mind, a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. 

She had thought that they had shared a connection, that they had understood each other. But it had all been a lie, a fabrication of her own mind. 

Abhir had never seen her, never truly looked at her, and that realization was a hard pill to swallow.Kiara's gaze dropped, her eyes avoiding the mirror's reflection as she thought about the pain she had endured.

 She had trusted Abhir, and he had broken that trust, shattering her heart into a million pieces. The wound still felt raw, the pain still lingered, and the memory of his words still haunted her. 

 As she stood there, frozen in time, Kiara couldn't help but wonder if she would ever be able to trust anyone again. 

The experience with Abhir had left her scarred, her heart guarded, and her emotions locked away. 

She had thought that she was strong, that she could handle anything life threw her way. But Abhir's rejection had proven her wrong, and now she was left to pick up the pieces of her shattered heart.

Kiara's eyes remained fixed on the mirror, her gaze still lost in the memories of the past. She didn't flinch, didn't move, as Charu's voice echoed outside her door. 

"Kiara, please listen to me," Charu pleaded, her voice laced with desperation.The sound of Charu's voice was like a slap in the face, a harsh reminder of the pain and betrayal that Kiara had endured.

 She had thought that Charu was her sister, her confidante, her best friend. But it had all been a lie, a facade that had hidden the truth. 

 Kiara's mind flashed back to the day when Abhir had rejected her, when he had told her that he loved Charu and not her. 

The memory still hurt, still felt like an open wound. And now, Charu was standing outside her door, begging her to listen. 

 The irony was not lost on Kiara. Charu, the woman who had stolen Abhir's heart, was now standing outside her door, pleading for her attention. Kiara's heart felt like it was made of stone, hard and unyielding. 

She didn't want to listen to Charu, didn't want to hear her excuses or her justifications.The banging on the door continued, Charu's voice growing more desperate with each passing moment.

 "Kiara, please open the door. I need to talk to you. I need to explain," Charu pleaded.Kiara's gaze finally shifted, her eyes moving away from the mirror and towards the door. She felt a surge of anger, a wave of resentment that threatened to engulf her.

 Why should she listen to Charu? Why should she care about what Charu had to say?The door remained closed, a barrier between Kiara and the woman who had hurt her so deeply. 

Kiara's heart remained locked, a fortress that Charu's words could not penetrate. The silence was deafening, a heavy blanket that suffocated the air.

 And then, just as suddenly as it had started, the banging stopped. The silence was oppressive, a weight that pressed down on Kiara's chest. 

Kiara's mind replayed the events of the past few hours, and she couldn't help but feel a pang of sadness and regret. 

She had tried to emulate Charu, to look like her, to be her. She had styled her hair like Charu's, dressed up in similar clothes, and even tried to mimic her mannerisms.

 As she thought about it, Kiara remembered the conversation she had with Charu, where she had asked her to style her hair like hers. 

"Yeh hairstyle," Charu had said, and Kiara had obliged, trying to look as much like Charu as possible.But as she looked at herself in the mirror, Kiara had said something that had broken everyone's heart. 

"Charu banake ki koshish kar rhi hun," she had said, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ab toh Abhir mujhse pyaar karenge naa?" (I'm trying to be like Charu. Now Abhir will love me, right?)The words still echoed in her mind, a painful reminder of her desperation and longing.

 She had wanted Abhir to love her, to notice her, to see her as more than just a friend or a fan. And she had thought that by emulating Charu, she could somehow make him love her.

 As she remembered the scene, Kiara could almost hear the silence that had followed her words. The room had fallen quiet, with everyone's eyes on her, their faces filled with a mix of shock, sadness, and pity. 

Charu's expression had been particularly heartbreaking, her eyes welling up with tears as she looked at Kiara with a deep sense of sorrow and regret.

Kiara's heart still ached as she thought about the pain she had caused Charu, and the desperation she had shown in front of everyone.

 She had been so blinded by her love for Abhir that she had lost sight of her own self-worth, her own identity. 

And now, as she looked back on those moments, Kiara realized that she had hit rock bottom, that she had sunk to a level where she was willing to sacrifice her own dignity and self-respect just to get Abhir's attention.

The tears that had been welling up in her eyes finally spilled over, streaming down her face as Kiara mourned the loss of her own self-respect, her own dignity. 

She had thought that she was strong, that she could handle anything life threw her way. But now, she realized that she was just a fragile, broken-hearted girl, trying to make sense of the world and her place in it.