𝟏𝟗𝟒𝟔 ：𝑬𝒌 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒎 𝒌𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒂 ✓

𝘊𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘟𝘝. 𝘚𝘩𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘚𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘴

Edward's POV;

It's over. I lost her.

I storm into my room, slamming the door behind me.

I hurt her. I hurt her.

Why did this happen? Why couldn't I stop my father? Why didn't I just say no?

I'm such an idiot! She wore that dress for me. I knew she loves me-that's why she was so hurt.

But I can't marry her. I love Manjari. Only her. No one else could ever take her place. If I'm meant to marry someone, it will be her.

I can't lose her.

A sharp pain shoots through my head as I clutch my hair, my frustration unbearable. Anger surges through me, and before I can stop myself, I grab a chair and hurl it at the mirror. It shatters into countless fragments, each reflecting a broken version of me.

I stare at my fractured reflection, my breathing ragged. My vision blurs as tears threaten to spill, but then-someone is behind me. I don't need to turn to know who it is.

My mother.

She places a gentle hand on my shoulder. Slowly, I turn to face her, my expression hollow, devastated.

Her eyes widen at the sight of me-broken, trembling. Tears gather in her own eyes as she whispers, "Oh, Ed... my son."

Her voice is my undoing. My composure shatters like the mirror behind me, and the tears I've been holding back finally fall. I collapse into her embrace, sobbing.

"I lost her, Mom," I choke out. "I love her... I can't lose her."

She pulls back slightly, searching my face before reaching into her pocket. She takes out a picture-her.

Manjari.

It's from tonight's party.

She holds it up and asks softly, "This is the girl you love, isn't it?"

Sniffling, I nod.

She cups my face, wiping away my tears. "I'm so sorry, Eddie. I had no idea. If I had known, I would have stopped your father. But listen to me-your life will not turn out like mine. I won't let that happen. I promise you, I will meet this girl and set things right. I'll fix this. You're not alone in this, okay?"

I don't answer, too overwhelmed by emotions.

"Look at me, my son," she insists.

I lift my gaze to hers, my vision blurred with fresh tears.

For the first time tonight, a small sliver of hope finds its way into my heart. My mother is on my side. She won't let me fight this battle alone.

Exhaustion washes over me, heavy and inescapable. I wrap my arms around her, letting my eyes close as the weight of everything crashes down on me.

Tears still stain my face, but in my mother's embrace, I finally let go.

Stefan's POV;

'I shouldn't have come, I know the risk, but I had no choice, I have to know her'

I met Manjari!

Last night, I couldn't believe it was really her.

I thought she would be happy... but she was crying. On her birthday.

I keep telling myself I shouldn't think about her, but my heart won't listen.