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Niharika Verma is a stunning semi-classical dancer who wants nothing more than to travel the world, but the shackles of her dreadful past keep her grounded. On the other end, Asia's well-known businessman and CEO of Ra...
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A week passed in this silent suffering. Every day, Maanveer visited the hospital, sitting beside Niharika while she slept. He stared at her faded eyes, her beautiful face, but there was no sign of recognition—no trace of the past they had shared. He knows those were the worst moments in her memory, but he still wants her to remember them. He wants her to pusnish him, but not like this.
Today, the doctor was discharging her. She was ready to leave, while Disha was busy completing some hospital paperwork.
Just as Maanveer stood outside her ward, watching her from afar, Shaurya arrived at the hospital. He noticed his best friend’s silent torment—the way he watched Niharika but never approached her.
Shaurya had been furious with him. He had condemned him for his mistakes. But now, after all these months, he saw what remained of Maanveer Rajvanshi—the broken pieces.
Maanveer had been punished. By his friends. By his family. By fate.
And yet, the worst punishment was the one he still longed for—the one only Niharika could give him.
For the first time in months, Shaurya decided to break his silence. He walked up to Maanveer, placing a firm hand on his shoulder.
"She is completely fine now; there is no need to worry," Shaurya said.
Maanveer was taken aback. His best friend was speaking to him again—after so long.
He smiled faintly. "I know... but she doesn’t remember..."
Shaurya interrupted him. "If she doesn’t remember, that’s good for you. You have a chance to make her yours again."
"No, I can’t," Maanveer said, shaking his head. "I know I am ashamed, but that doesn’t mean I will manipulate her emotions. Feelings are the most valuable thing in a person’s heart. If she doesn’t recall our bitter past, then it’s good for her—at least she sees me through innocent eyes. But if her memories return... she will only hate me. And she will leave me forever."
Shaurya sighed, crossing his arms. "Can’t you see? She’s already leaving you."
"I know," Maanveer whispered, his voice strained. "But at least like this... I can see her whenever I want."
Shaurya exhaled sharply before rolling his eyes. "Bhai, paanch mahine mein tera dimag ke screw loose ho gaye hain. Jaa, jaake tight karwa le." [Brother, in five months, the screws in your brain have loosened. Go get them tightened.]
Maanveer shot him a glare. "I am serious."
"But how?" Shaurya asked, rubbing his chin. "Don’t you know that wild kitten is always roaming around her?"
Maanveer frowned. "Wild kitten?"
Shaurya smirked. "Disha."
Maanveer chuckled, shaking his head. He knew there was something between Shaurya and Disha, but he never pressed his best friend about it. Maybe because they were not on talking terms.
