𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 19 ♡

"As I sit in balcony, gazing out at the sky, my tears flow like a river. My mind is reeling with the shocking revelations about my family's dark secrets. My father, the man I once idolized, was a monster who sold girls for a living. My brother, who I thought was my protector, tortured his own wife. I feel suffocated, unable to breathe, as the weight of their sins crushes me. How could they commit such heinous crimes, knowing they had a daughter and sister who could have suffered the same fate? I'm disgusted by the blood running through my veins, tainted by their evil deeds. I wish I had died at birth, sparing myself the pain of discovering their true nature. But I'm alive, and now I must face the consequences of their actions. " Arya thought feeling totally broken

Shreyansh stepped into the balcony, his eyes fixed on Arya's frail figure. He saw her back to him, her body shaking with sobs. The sound of her tears pierced the night air, a heartbreaking melody that tugged at his soul. He stood there, frozen, his heart aching with a mix of anger and sorrow. Though he wanted to go to her and comfort her but his feet seemed rooted to the spot, unable to ignore the pain that radiated from her. For a moment, he hesitated, torn between his desire to comfort her and his need to protect himself from the pain she had caused. In the end, his anger won out, and he turned away, leaving her to her tears....

Shreyansh lay on the bed, his mind racing with emotions. He had just seen Arya broken and crying on the balcony, but he couldn't bring himself to comfort her. The pain and anger he felt were still too raw, too fresh. He wanted to forget everything she had done to him, but he couldn't. Her betrayal and lies still lingered, festering like an open wound.

He thought about how she had pretended to love him, only to reveal her true intentions: revenge. She had used him, manipulated him, and tried to destroy him. The hurt and anger he felt were overwhelming, making it hard for him to breathe.

Shreyansh's mind was a jumble of emotions, a mix of anger, hurt, and sadness. He didn't know how to process it all, how to move past the pain she had caused him. All he knew was that he couldn't forget, couldn't forgive. Not yet, maybe not ever.

Shreyansh lay on the bed, lost in thought, his mind a maze of emotions. The only sound he could hear was the soft jingling of Arya's anklets, a reminder that she came beck in the room. He pretended to be asleep, not wanting to engage with her. But then, he felt a slight movement on the bed, and his senses went on high alert. He knew it was Arya, and his heart began to race.

After a few seconds, he felt the weight of her body on the other side of the bed, and he knew she had lain down beside him. He could sense her eyes on him, could feel her gaze piercing through the darkness. He didn't move, didn't acknowledge her presence, but he knew she was awake, just like him.

The tension between them was palpable, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved issues. Shreyansh's heart was heavy with pain and anger, and he knew Arya's was too. They lay there in silence, two broken souls, unable to bridge the gap between them.

Arya slowly moved closer to Shreyansh, her eyes fixed on his seemingly peaceful face. She gently wrapped her arms around him, holding him lightly, as if afraid to break the fragile silence. Shreyansh, still pretending to sleep, didn't flinch, didn't acknowledge her touch. But Arya held on, her grip tender, her heart heavy with regret.

"Shreyansh, please forgive me," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "I'm so sorry for what I did to you. I was blinded by my own pain and angerp. Please, please forgive me."

Shreyansh felt a pang in his heart as he heard Arya's tears, her whispered apologies. He knew she was sincere, that her remorse was genuine. But the hurt and anger he felt were still too raw, too overwhelming. He couldn't bring himself to forgive her, not yet. So he lay still, his back to her, his eyes closed, and his heart locked away. He chose silence, choosing to protect himself from the pain she had caused, rather than risk being hurt again. The tension between them was palpable, the silence a heavy blanket that suffocated them both.