They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Ek umar nikal di bina tumse mile Aur log hame ishq karna sikha rahe hai
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The air between them was thick, heavy with tension and unspoken words. Mishti pulled away abruptly, her breathing uneven as her gaze met Adair's. For a moment, time seemed to still, her eyes wide with something he couldn't quite place—fear? Nervousness? Then, without a word, she turned and bolted toward the bedroom.
"Mishti!" Adair called after her, his voice laced with confusion and urgency. He followed, his long strides eating up the distance, but he stopped short when the bedroom door slammed shut in his face. The sharp click of the lock echoed louder than it should have.
His palm pressed flat against the cold wood of the door. "Mishti..." he said softly, his voice barely audible. He knew she was on the other side—he could feel it, the quiet presence of her hand mirroring his through the door.
Inside, Mishti leaned against the door, her chest rising and falling as she struggled to catch her breath. Her heart raced as her fingers trembled against the lock. She closed her eyes, trying to calm the whirlwind of emotions crashing over her. His voice came again, low and raw.
"Are you... regretting it?" Adair's words were careful, but the vulnerability in his tone cut through her like a blade.
Her lips parted, but no words came out. She wasn't regretting it. Far from it. But how could she explain what she was feeling? She leaned her forehead against the door, hoping the wood would somehow absorb her emotions and convey them to him.
On the other side, Adair's knees buckled. He slid down slowly, his back against the door, his hands tangled in his hair. "I... I'm sorry," he murmured, his voice cracking. "I went too far. I shouldn't have—"
He stopped himself, squeezing his eyes shut. His thoughts spiraled into a dark abyss. Will she leave me now? Does she hate me? Did I ruin everything? The kiss had been impulsive, but it was real. Too real. He'd been holding back for so long, afraid of crossing a line, and now he feared he'd pushed her too far.
"I'll never come close to you again," he said, staring blankly at the floor. "Please don't think otherwise. The kiss... it was a mistake. One I'll never repeat." Tears slipped down his face, silent and steady, pooling on the cold tiles beneath him.
Mishti's breath hitched at his words. Her chest tightened, and she pressed her lips together, her hand still on the door. She wanted to say something, anything, to ease the pain she could hear in his voice.
Finally, she spoke, her voice soft but steady. "I am not regretting it. It was not a mistake."
Adair froze, his head snapping up as hope flickered in his chest. Relief surged through him, but it was quickly tempered by confusion. "Then why are you hiding inside?"
Mishti bit her lip, her cheeks warming. She leaned further into the door, trying to find the courage to explain. "It's just... this kiss..." She hesitated, unsure how to put it into words.
