Keshavi and Arjun Saga
Keshavi hides her deep insecurities and trust issues behind a mask of strength, shaped by a painful past she can't escape. She only trusts her parents and best friend, never letting anyone else close-especially men. But when s...
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The moment Keshavi stepped out of the auditorium, the noise faded behind her—but the chaos inside her grew louder. Her eyes scanned the corridor until they landed on an empty classroom at the far end. Without thinking twice, she walked toward it. The door creaked softly as she pushed it open and slipped inside, shutting it behind her as if she were shutting the world out.
The room was silent. Too silent. And that was all it took. The moment she leaned against the door, her control shattered. Her legs gave way, and she slid down to the floor, clutching her chest as sobs ripped out of her uncontrollably. This wasn't the quiet crying one could hide—it was raw, broken, and desperate, the kind that came from a place too deep to be soothed easily.
She wasn't crying because she had been scolded. She wasn't crying because harsh words were thrown at her.
She was crying because after all these years, after pouring her heart into that school, Mrs. Chaturvedi hadn't trusted her—not even enough to let her speak.
Her breath hitched violently as she tried to form words between sobs. "At... at least..." she stammered, her voice trembling, "She... she could have... listened to me... ek baar toh..."
Her voice cracked completely, and fresh tears spilled over. "Unhone mujh par bharosa hi nahi kiya..." (She didn't trust me at all...) And then it all came rushing back.
Every time she had been misunderstood. Every time she had been blamed without being heard. Every time power had spoken louder than truth.
She buried her face in her hands, shaking her head in denial. "Kya main itni buri hoon?" she whispered brokenly. (Am I really that bad?)
Her thoughts spiraled. "Mujh par koi bharosa kyun nahi karta?, Har baar galti meri hi kyun hoti hai?, Har baar... sirf main hi kyun?"
(Why does no one trust me?, Why am I always the one held responsible? )
Her breathing grew erratic. Her chest felt tight, like an invisible hand was crushing it. "KYUN?" she screamed, clutching her hair in frustration. Her panic attack had returned. She struggled to breathe, gasping desperately for air, her vision blurring, her hands trembling uncontrollably.
Just when the walls felt like they were closing in— A familiar voice echoed through the room. "KEESHHHUUUU!"
The door flew open. Siya rushed inside, her face pale with worry.
"Keshu!" she cried, kneeling in front of her. "Meri taraf dekho... please... aur saans lo." (Look at me... please... and breathe.)
Keshavi looked at her through tear-filled eyes, nodding weakly.
