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DEVANSH

I learned the raw essence of desperation. It wasn't just a fleeting emotion, it was a visceral force that gripped me, rendering me powerless. I had never felt so utterly vulnerable, so consumed by the need to cling onto her, willing to sacrifice my pride if it meant keeping her by my side.

n that moment, driven by pure desperation, I laid myself bare, revealing the depths of my vulnerability, my plea echoing with the raw need that filled me.

"Please, Pari," my voice echoed with raw intensity, every syllable laced with a fervent plea, "Don't leave me. I need you."

As our eyes met, a fleeting spark of hope kindled within me, wishing her presence could offer solace in this desperate moment. Yet, that fragile hope was quickly overshadowed by a wave of guilt, making me question whether I had any right to seek her support after causing her so much pain.

Pari's hesitant advance briefly reignited that hope, but it was immediately shattered when she abruptly pulled her hand away from mine.

Up to that point, I had only seen fear in Pari's eyes—fear directed at me. But in that instant, our gazes locked, and I was met with something entirely different: a seething, visceral hatred.

Her look was so intense, it felt as though it could pierce through steel. There was no hint of affection, only a deep, cutting animosity that struck me at my core.

Her voice, barely a whisper, sliced through the air with chilling clarity. "Do not ever dare to touch me again." The softness of her tone did nothing to temper the ferocity of her words, which brooked no argument.

With those final words, she turned and walked away with Rahul. I was left standing there, weighed down by a profound sense of loss.

The gravity of her departure hit me like a sledgehammer, crushing me with the harsh reality—I had lost Pari. Tears blurred my vision, but perhaps it was for the best, shielding me from witnessing the full impact of her leaving.

"Sir, sir..." Reshma's urgent voice cut through my reverie, snapping me back to the present. I looked up to see her gesturing toward Ansh, who trembled in the cold, nestled in my arms.

Suppressing my own pain, I focused on my role as her older brother. I held Ansh close and carried her inside with urgency.

Gently laying her on the bed, I covered her with a duvet and took her hand in mine, sitting quietly by her side.

Exhaustion had overtaken Ansh. Her eyes were closed, weighed down by the endless strain. Though her body was resilient, the emotional toll was clear in every slight tremor she displayed.

Softly, I called, "Ansh."

Her eyes opened to meet mine, brimming with unshed tears. She reached out and pulled me into an embrace, her voice breaking as she said, "Bhai."

Her tears flowed freely, each drop a testament to the deep pain she carried. I held her tightly, feeling her grip on my coat tighten as if she were clinging to me for strength amidst her sorrow.

"Ansh, please don't cry. You're safe now. I won't let anything happen to you, I promise," I said, gently wiping her tears with my thumbs.

Her tear-streaked face struck a chord deep within me, stirring a turbulent mix of compassion and anger. While my heart ached for her, a fierce rage bubbled up inside me, fueled by the injustice she had faced.

"Ansh, are you alright?" I asked, my voice thick with emotion. She nodded weakly, but her eyes betrayed the extent of her suffering.

Realizing this wasn't the time for past regrets, I knew I couldn't postpone justice any longer. I needed answers.