" 𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐧 𝐈 𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐢𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐡 "
Advait Agnihotry... He was my pride.
My heart.
The reason I breathed.
But now... now for the first time in my life-I qu...
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“Di, are you okay?”
Samaira’s soft voice pulled me back from the depths of my wandering thoughts. Her question sliced through the haze in my head, forcing me to blink back to reality.
I forced a faint smile. “Yeah… I’m fine,” I breathed out, though the air carried more weight than I intended. Without another word, I turned and walked away, needing distance.
He said yes. Clearly.
That should have been enough to make me happy—shouldn’t it? But the truth was… it wasn’t.
Yes, I was relieved, even happy in some corner of my heart, but the last sentence he uttered still lingered, stinging like fresh wounds.
Love is the least thing I can offer you.
His words played on a loop inside my head, sharp and cold, like a siren refusing to die down. I hated them. I hated how they stole my chance to feel happiness. And yet, despite everything, I loved him for who he was—an unbothered, unfeeling man who didn’t bend for the world.
No wonder he had been single for years. No one could handle that attitude.
As if you aren’t already whipped for him, my conscience mocked, and I closed my eyes, exhaling in defeat.
I sank into the couch, tilting my head back until my gaze fixed on the ceiling. My chest felt heavy, as if each breath fought against invisible weights.
His words wouldn’t leave me alone. Never in my lifetime would I forget them.
But I had made up my mind. He would change. He had to. And if it took years, I would be the one to break into his closed-off world.
The only curse I carried was my mind—it thought too much, especially when it shouldn’t. Like now. I should have been celebrating, smiling, savoring this milestone. Instead, his words echoed, tainting the moment.
No matter how much he pissed me off with his aloofness, he was still the dream I never wanted to wake up from.
I waved my hand at the maid, signaling her to bring me a strong coffee. Maybe caffeine could hush the storm in my head. But before she could move, Samaira stood from the couch, already striding toward the kitchen with that stubborn determination of hers.
I closed my eyes and inhaled deeply, counting my breaths. In. Out. In. Out. Anything to center myself. Peace never lasted long in my life, but I was desperate for even a fragment of it.
