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"You are my heart, Aira. So be careful when you think of breaking it. It may result in your collapse."
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**This is a DARK romance. A full-length standalone novel with HEA and no cheating**
She broke him in the w...
मुझसे ये हर घड़ी, मेरा दिल कहे तुम ही हो उसकी आरज़ू
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"I'm sorry, I can't help but feel miserable." The alcohol is surging deep in my system, my head feels heavy, yet the weight on my chest seems heavier than anything.
Everyone around me said that alcohol makes you lose yourself, your brain becomes carefree and you simply forget everything.
Then why can't I?
Why does my pain intensify the minute he says 'I will save you.'?
Why do I not believe?
When for the first time someone promised me that they will be there for me, someone will save me, why don't I believe him?
My brain does not understand the concept of being saved. How would it be? When the feeling never settled in for a long hour.
My relief was always short-lived but the pain and fear have built a home inside me, my heart waters that fear and my chest provides a safe shelter for it to grow.
It's human nature to seek comfort the moment we sense it, yet I run away from it. My grandparents are my entire world. They made me realize that good parents exist. However, I was too scared to be with them.
My heart refused to stay with them after being aware of the truth that One day they will leave me too. Their wrinkled skin and wobbly hands are proof that their presence is short-lived.
After everything, I can't afford bearing that loss.
So, I don't allow myself to feel. The feeling of love, pride, happiness never settled in my heart. It always felt like an interloper.
"It's okay." Abhimaan whispers, his warm breath shuddering on my neck as his hand grazes against my back making my chest swell in assuagement.
It's not okay. I don't feel okay.
I inhale a sharp breath to comprehend, the alcohol in my system makes my body feel a bit flimsy, "Would you believe me if i t-tell you something?" My tongue slips as the heaviness in my chest intensifies with every bit of pain left in me.
Abhimaan stares at me, no emotion in his eyes, perhaps this is why I feel drowned in his direction. He does not judge me, pity me, shame me for being weak.
