𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 42♡

But her next words left him stunned, his eyes wide with shock, his heart shattering into a million pieces. "You hate that girl who has your Heer heart, Vihaan Kapoor," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the rain. "I am that girl. I am the one who has your Heer heart!" Trisha's voice cracked, and her eyes welled up with tears, the pain and desperation in them piercing Vihaan's soul like a sharp knife. He felt like he'd been punched in the gut, his mind reeling from her revelation, his heart bleeding with a mix of sadness and regret.

Her words cut through him like a knife, leaving him shocked and speechless. Trisha's body shook uncontrollably as she sobbed like a child in his arms, the rain pouring down around them, drenching their clothes and mingling with her tears. She clutched her shirt tightly, the few remaining buttons straining to stay fastened as she trembled, on the verge of collapsing. But he caught her, holding her carefully, his touch gentle as he supported her fragile frame.

"It's not my fault," she whispered, her voice cracking with pain. "Then why do you hate me?" Her gaze searched his face, pleading for answers.

But her words still echoed in his mind, "She has Heer's heart." He looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the shattered remains of her soul. His voice softened, filled with a deep sorrow. "What you said is true, isn't it?" he asked, his eyes locked on hers.

Trisha wiped away her tears, her movements mechanical, and took a step back, extricating herself from his embrace. "Yes, it's true," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. "I have Heer's heart. That's why, no matter how many times you told me to leave, my stupid heart kept loving you, kept worshipping you, kept adding itself to the flames of your indifference.".....

Her words pierced his heart like a dagger, intensifying the anguish that had been simmering within him. The revelation only added to his turmoil, for he had known that Heer had donated her heart six years ago, but the identity of the recipient had remained a mystery. He had been too shattered, too lost in his own grief, to investigate further. His life had become a hollow shell, devoid of emotions and feelings, a mere existence.

Trisha's gaze locked onto his, her eyes searching for answers as she beheld the lost soul before her. She took tentative, trembling steps closer to him, her voice barely above a whisper. "Did you hate me because I have her heart?" she asked, the question laced with vulnerability and a deep longing for understanding.

As she approached him, he felt the weight of his emotions bearing down on him, threatening to consume him whole. His eyes, once empty and void, now swirled with a maelstrom of feelings: guilt, regret, and a glimmer of hope. He felt the sting of tears, long dormant, now prickling at the corners of his eyes as he gazed at Trisha, the recipient of Heer's heart, and the keeper of his own.

The only sound that broke the silence was the soft rustling of leaves, until a voice called out, shattering the stillness. "Trisha!" The voice was familiar, yet unexpected. Trisha turned, her heart racing, and saw Dr. Arav standing before her. He was her brother's friend, but more than that, he was the man who had handled Heer's case, the one who had delivered the devastating news of her passing.

As Vihaan's gaze shifted to Dr. Arav, a wave of recognition washed over him, followed by a flood of painful memories. He remembered the day they had frantically searched for Heer, only to arrive at the hospital and be met with the crushing news of her demise. The hospital had performed her funeral rites, and in a poignant gesture, she had donated her heart, a piece of herself that now beat within Trisha's chest.

Dr. Arav's presence brought it all back, the grief, the anguish, and the sense of loss. Vihaan's eyes locked onto the doctor's, and for a moment, they shared a silent understanding, a connection forged in the fire of their shared sorrow. Trisha, too, felt the weight of the moment, her eyes darting between the two men, her heart heavy with the knowledge of what they had endured.