BEYOND UNFINISHED✔️

Chapter 53. The Unfinished

Song :- Jee Ve Sohaneya ( Jab Harry met Sejal ).

All we have is now........

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{ ANAYA }

They say life isn't meant to be easy...
But I wonder—was it ever meant to be this cruel?

Someone once told me, "You'll learn with time."
But time didn't teach me how to breathe with a shattered soul.
Time didn't teach me how to bury a love that was never born, yet somehow... died.

London.

The city where it all began...
The city that once held my innocent dreams and now holds the ashes of the girl I used to be.
And here I sit—on the same bench, in the same café, with the same diary—writing about a journey that never reached its destination.

Love.

It's supposed to be warm. Gentle. Pure.
But mine was a fire that burnt silently in my chest... until there was nothing left of me but ashes.
They say love makes you brave, makes you kind.
But in my story, love made me invisible.

He said... She was the one for him.
And I—I was a fool to ever believe I could be anything more than a momentary mistake in his perfectly curated life.

"A common girl..."
That's what he called me.
A sentence that cut deeper than any blade ever could.

And his eyes... those deep green eyes...
They used to protect me once. Now, when I close my eyes, all I see is disgust.
Disgust for me.
For believing.
For dreaming.
For loving.

I should have known.
People like him aren't meant for people like me.
And love like mine... doesn't get reciprocated.
It gets tolerated, pitied, and eventually... discarded.

That night...
God, that night...

He didn't scream.
He didn't blame.
He didn't even explain.

He just looked at me with those empty eyes and said,

"Please go back, Anaya... I have a family now. My wife is here. I don't need you anymore."

I wanted to scream.
I wanted to rip the sky apart and ask the stars—what did I ever do to deserve this?
But the words never left my throat.

Instead, I smiled.
Because when the person you love chooses someone else over you...
You don't fight.
You surrender.

That's what I did.
I surrendered—silently, painfully, completely.

I didn't ask questions.
Because answers only matter when there's still a relationship left to save.

And what relationship did we have?

Three months of illusions.
Three months of broken dreams.
Three months of clinging to a thread that was already frayed at his end.

I was never his wife.
I was his revenge.
A punishment to himself, perhaps.
Or maybe just a placeholder until she came back.

The world said he cheated on me.
But how can someone cheat when there was never love in the first place?

To be betrayed, you need to be chosen.
I was never chosen.

I walked away that day, barefoot over the shards of my dignity, bleeding from wounds no one could see.

I saw his mother break, his brother rage, Vedika plead—but I didn't stop.

I had no right to.

And he...
He just stood there.
He watched me leave with eyes colder than death.
Not once did he stop me.