"Yuvraj, please," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Don't do this."
"Get up," he ordered, his voice as cold as ice.
Tears streamed down my face. "Please, I'll do anything. Just don't make me-"
"Step on the glass," he interrupted, his eyes burning wit...
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As I gradually stirred from my slumber, the first sensation to greet me was a dull ache pulsating through my head, like a persistent whisper reminding me of the events that unfolded just yesterday. Opening my eyes, the soft morning light filtered through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over the room, yet failing to dispel the heaviness that lingered in my mind.
Images from the picnic date with Yuvraj flooded my consciousness, each memory accompanied by a surge of conflicting emotions. The warmth of his presence beside me, the tender moments we shared as we talked, laughed, and savored the simple pleasures of the day-they all seemed so distant now, overshadowed by the sudden onslaught of panic that seized me.
I remembered the tightness in my chest, the overwhelming rush of fear and anxiety that threatened to engulf me whole. It was as if the walls I had painstakingly built around my past had crumbled in an instant, leaving me exposed and vulnerable before him. And then, just as I thought I would drown in the suffocating grip of my own mind, Yuvraj was there, his steady voice and unwavering support pulling me back from the brink.
His actions in the aftermath of my panic attack were a testament to his character-gentle, caring, and utterly selfless. From carrying me to the hospital with such tenderness to staying by my side as the doctors tended to me, he had taken care of me in a way that touched me deeply, stirring emotions I had long kept buried.
Yet, even as gratitude swelled within me, so too did a sense of unease. The vulnerability I had shown him, the cracks in the facade I had carefully constructed around my heart-they left me feeling exposed, raw, and uncertain of what would come next. Would he understand the weight of the secrets I carried, the scars that marred my past? Or would he recoil in horror, unable to comprehend the darkness that lurked within me?
His messages from last night flashed in my mind, a gentle reminder of his continued presence and concern. I hadn't responded, not out of disregard or indifference, but because the medicine I had taken had plunged me into a deep, dreamless sleep, shielding me momentarily from the turmoil of my own thoughts.
Now, as I lay there, grappling with the remnants of yesterday's emotions, I knew that I couldn't keep him at arm's length forever. I owed him an explanation, a glimpse into the shadows that haunted my past, if only to give him the chance to understand the complexities of who I was.
With a heavy sigh, I pushed myself upright, the ache in my head fading into the background as determination coursed through my veins. Today, I would find the courage to reach out to Yuvraj, to offer him the truth of who I was and the scars that marked my soul. For better or for worse, I knew that I couldn't continue to hide behind the facade of strength I had constructed, not when someone as caring and compassionate as Yuvraj stood on the other side, waiting for me to let him in.
