His POV
I couldn’t feel my legs as I ran.
Down the hallway.
Up the stairs.
My hand was still shaking from that letter.
Her letter.
Aarzoo’s truth echoing in my head like a curse I couldn’t outrun.
She didn’t kill herself because of Aayna. She killed herself because of what was done to her.
Because of the pain no one saw.
Because of a child she didn’t ask for.
Because we all failed her.
And I—God—I took that failure and used it like a weapon.
Against the wrong girl
My feet stumbled in front of Aayna’s room. The door was half open. The bed was a mess. The blanket on the floor. Her dupatta tossed on a chair.
But the bathroom door—
Locked.
I banged on it. Hard.
“Aayna!”
No answer.
My heart stopped.
“Aayna, open the door!”
Still nothing.
Something inside me cracked wide open.
Not like before.
Not in rage.
This was fear.
Real fear.
I slammed my shoulder into the door once. Twice.
It didn’t budge.
“Open the goddamn door, Aayna, please—!”
And then I heard it.
A soft thud.
From inside.
Like something… fell.
“No.”
One more slam—CRACK.
The lock snapped.
I rushed in.
And what I saw nearly brought me to my knees.
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She was on the floor. Curled in on herself. Razor blade near her hand. Her arm was bleeding—slow but steady.
Her lips were pale. Eyes half-closed. Skin cold.
“Aayna,” I breathed, dropping down beside her. “No, no, no—what did you do?”
I pressed my hand to the cut. My fingers shook.
“Wake up. Please. You can’t do this. Not because of me. Not after everything.”
I grabbed a towel. Wrapped it around her arm. Tight.
My voice was breaking.
My hands were wet.
I didn’t even know if it was her blood or my tears anymore.
“Don’t leave me like this,” I whispered. “I was wrong. I was so wrong. And I’ll never forgive myself if you—”
She made a sound.
Barely a breath.
But it was enough.
Enough to tell me she was still here.
Barely.
But here.
I scooped her up into my arms.
Held her like I should’ve held my sister when she broke.
Like I should’ve held her before I turned into everything I swore I wasn’t.
And I whispered her name over and over like a prayer I didn’t deserve to say.
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