𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 59♡

After two days later

Kunal slumped in his office chair, his face etched with concern and sadness. The hospital's usual bustle outside his cabin door seemed muted, as if mirroring his somber mood.

Neha's absence that day had unsettled him. She hadn't come to work, and worse, she wasn't answering his calls. The silence was deafening.

Kunal's eyes drifted to his phone, the screen displaying their cherished memories. His wallpaper featured a photo of Neha, captured secretly during one of their laughter-filled moments.

He couldn't help but smile wistfully at the image. Her bright smile and sparkling eyes seemed to pierce through his worries.

But his smile faltered as reality intruded. Why wasn't she picking up his calls? Had something happened?

Just then, his mind recalled the information he'd gathered from Neha's roommate. She'd rushed home due to an urgent family matter; her parents had called her unexpectedly.

Kunal's brow furrowed. Why hadn't she informed him? Didn't she know he'd worry sick?

"Why isn't she answering my calls?" he whispered, his voice laced with unease. "I hope everything's alright."

His gaze returned to the photo on his phone. Neha's radiant face seemed to reassure him, yet his heart remained heavy.

With a sigh, Kunal leaned back in his chair, his eyes never leaving the image. His thoughts swirled with possibilities, each one more unsettling than the last

Kunal's fingers trembled as he dialed Neha's number again, clinging to a glimmer of hope. Maybe, just maybe, she'd answer this time, and everything would go back to normal.

But the familiar ringtone echoed through his cabin, followed by the dreaded voicemail beep. Disappointment crushed him.

Just as he was about to give up, his phone buzzed with an incoming message from Neha. His heart skipped a beat.

With shaking hands, Kunal opened the message:

"Kunal, I'm sorry. I never wanted to hurt you, but I have to be honest. I don't love you  , I never did , I just attract towards you . Our relationship was just physical attraction, nothing more. We were drawn to each other's bodies, but our connection was superficial."

Neha's words cut through Kunal like a knife.

"We shared our deepest desires, our passions, our love," he whispered, his voice cracking.

The message continued:

"I thought our chemistry was undeniable, but now I realize it was just lust. We were lost in the excitement, but it wasn't sustainable. I deserve more, and so do you."

Kunal felt like he'd been punched in the gut.

"Was it just sex to you?" he whispered, his voice laced with pain.

"Please don't contact me again. I need to move on, and so should you. Goodbye, Kunal."

The finality of her words suffocated him.

Kunal's face contorted in anguish, his eyes blazing with anger and brimming with tears. "Just physical need?" he growled, his voice trembling. "Is she joking?"

His fingers flew across the keyboard, typing out a frantic message:

"Neha, how can you say that? When did I ever treat you like just a body? I fucking love you with my whole heart! Every beat, every breath, every thought was for you."

His words poured out in a torrent of hurt and anger:

"I know you love me too! Why are you saying this? Tell me, na, why are you doing this? Was everything we shared a lie?"