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Chapter 45 - Yes

Fiza woke up the next morning smiling, her heart still dancing with the memories of last night. Last night had been everything she had dreamt it would be. She had lost her virginity to her best friend, now her boyfriend, hopefully?

Excitement and anticipation bubbled within her as she knew she needed to talk to him. It had felt emotional and just beautiful in every way possible. They had become one and she had completely let herself go.

She had briefly been consumed with guilt and fear but Alan had held her close and reassured her. He had been everything she had needed him to be and more.

She walked up to the bathroom and found him shaving. She smiled at his reflection. He looked adorable with foam clinging on to his dimpled chin.

"What?" He sneered at her. Alan's reaction surprised and worried her. The sneer on his face made her tremble, and her heart raced with uncertainty. She felt a knot forming in her stomach, questioning if something had gone wrong, if he regretted their intimacy, or worse, if he didn't want her at all.

Her voice trembled as she mustered the courage to continue, "I... I just wanted to talk to you about last night." The words came out hesitantly, as if she feared his response.

She desperately hoped that he felt the same way she did, that their connection was more than just a fleeting moment. She wanted reassurance that he still cared for her as deeply as she cared for him.

He turned around and looked her full in the face. "There is nothing to talk about. You wanted to be fucked, and I fucked you. Don't make it out to be bigger than it is."

Alan's words hit her like a wave of cold reality. The pain in her heart was almost unbearable, and she struggled to hold back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes.

She wanted to believe that he didn't mean it. But as he continued shaving, refusing to look at her, doubt gnawed at her soul. Did he truly love her, or was it all just a facade to get what he wanted?

The conflict inside her intensified, and she felt torn between wanting to confront him and wanting to escape from the hurtful reality. A sob mixed with a scream escaped her lips, expressing the agony she felt. Without a second thought, she turned around and ran, driven by the overwhelming need to distance herself from him. From everything.

As she ran, clad only in his shirt, the pain in her heart superseded the soreness in her body. She grappled with her emotions, questioning her own decisions and feeling a deep sense of shame and regret. There had been a reason for those rules. This was what she got for breaking them.

Chandran was downstairs, and as he caught sight of Fiza, he immediately stood up, worry etched all over his face. "Fiza! Are you okay?" he asked, concerned for his friend. But Fiza didn't respond; instead, she ran outside, racing towards the beach access road until she reached the sea. Her mind was in turmoil, and she yearned for an escape. Without thinking, she plunged into the water, letting the waves thrash against her, as if trying to wash away the pain she felt within. As the water grew deeper, she swam further into the sea.

Chandran, witnessing her tears and desperate actions, felt panic taking hold. Unable to swim himself, he rushed back to the villa, frantically searching for help.

He barged into Alan's and Fiza's room, only to find Alan looking at his phone, seemingly indifferent to the situation. "Dude, something's wrong with Fiza. I need help," Chandran panted, his voice filled with urgency.

"I couldn't care less," Alan retorted, his anger now controlling him. He had cut Fiza off before she could blame him, believing that her pain would pale in comparison to the heartache he believed she had been planning to inflict on him.