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Chapter 48: Dwelling in the past

Alisha's Pov:

Six months past but the wounds left by Shubham's betrayal seemed to linger, a constant reminder of the pain I had endured.

Every time I caught a glimpse of him in class, my heart would clench with a mixture of bitterness and sadness, his presence serving as a painful reminder of his hurtful words and actions.

The faint burn mark on my wrist, a cruel gift of his anger and manipulation, served as a silent testimony to the emotional scars that still haunted me.

It's presence was a constant source of anguish, a physical reminder of the pain I had suffered at his hands.

Before I met Shubham, he had seemed like the abstract of kindness and sincerity, his charming demeanor masking the darkness that lurked beneath the surface.

I had fallen for his sweet words and promises of love, believing that he was the one who would never hurt me.

But everything changed on the day I refused to give in to his demands for physical intimacy.

It was as if a veil had been lifted, revealing the true extent of his manipulation and deceit.

The warmth in his eyes turned to ice, his gentle touch replaced by a cruel grip that left me bruised and broken.

As I reflected on our relationship, I couldn't help but curse myself for ever believing his lies, for allowing myself to be blinded by his false promises of love.

How could I have been so naive, so foolish, to trust someone who had shown me nothing but betrayal and cruelty?

The realization hit me like a punch to the gut, leaving me reeling with shame and regret.

I had given my heart to a man who had never deserved it, who had shattered my trust and left me to pick up the pieces of my broken soul.

Despite my best efforts to move on, to bury the memories of our chaotic relationship, I found myself unable to escape the grip of his betrayal.

The tears that had once flowed freely had now become a silent stream, hidden beneath a facade of strength and resilience.

Though I had confided in Nandani about our breakup, I had chosen to keep the true reason hidden from her, fearing her short temper and the potential consequence that could follow.

I couldn't bear to see her unleash her wrath upon Shubham, no matter how much he deserved it.

So, I kept silent, clinging to the hope that Shubham would come to his senses and apologize for his behavior, offering me the closure I so desperately craved.

But as the days stretched into months without so much as a word from him, I began to accept the painful truth: there would be no second chances, no apologies, no redemption.

The fantasy of a reunion faded into the harsh reality of his indifference, leaving me with no choice but to accept that our love was nothing more than a painful memory, a lesson learned the hard way.

As I sat in the club, lost in my own thoughts, the sounds of laughter and chatter faded into the background, overshadowed by the weight of my sadness.

It wasn't until I heard the sudden clapping that I snapped out of my reverie, my curiosity piqued as I glanced around to see what had caused the commotion.

But before I could make sense of the situation, one of my friends approached me, excitement gleaming in her eyes.

"You're coming, right? It's going to be so much fun," she exclaimed, her voice filled with anticipation.

I felt a pang of apprehension at her words, knowing all too well what awaited me at the surprise event Siddhart had planned for the club members.

Shubham would be there, his presence a constant reminder of the pain and heartache he had inflicted upon me.

Despite my friend's insistence that I join them, I shook my head resolutely, my heart heavy with the weight of my decision. "I won't be coming," I replied softly, my voice tinged with sadness.
"I just... I can't."

Though she tried to persuade me otherwise, I remained steadfast in my resolve, unwilling to subject myself to the torment of seeing Shubham again.

I knew that avoiding him wouldn't erase the pain of our past, but for now, it was the only defense I had against the memories that threatened to consume me.

As I entered my dorm room, Nandani greeted me with a knowing look in her eyes.

"I heard Siddhart has organized a surprise event," she mentioned casually, her curiosity evident in her tone.

I simply tossed my bag onto the table and let out a noncommittal hum in response, not wanting to dwell on the upcoming gathering.

But Nandani, ever perceptive, turned to me with a gentle expression.

"You should go," she suggested, her voice filled with warmth and encouragement.

I shook my head, a sense of reluctance washing over me.

"I don't want to go," I admitted quietly, the thought of facing Shubham filling me with unease.

Nandani's gaze softened as she reached out to comfort me.

"Is it because of Shubham?" she asked gently, her words echoing the thoughts that had been swirling in my mind.

I nodded in response, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders as I acknowledged the truth.

"Show him that his presence didn't affect you, babe," she urged, her voice filled with conviction.

"You've cried enough. Now it's time to enjoy your single life, to meet new people. You're not going to let him hold you back forever, right?"

Her words struck a chord within me, stirring a sense of determination that had lain dormant for far too long.

With a hesitant nod, I agreed to her suggestion, a glimmer of hope flickering within me.

Nandani's face lit up with excitement, her enthusiasm infectious as she pulled me into her embrace.

"Let's choose a dress for you, jaan,"

she exclaimed, her energy contagious. And in that moment, I felt a spark of excitement igniting within me, the promise of a new beginning beckoning me forward.

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