✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*
[ 𝐒𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐋 1 ]
Because this is where love fades and hate resides and intensifies, broken hearts produce the most tragic stories.
Their treachery is told through their bleeding hearts: their unrequited love was never reciprocated. The...
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It had been over two weeks since Ada realized she had fallen irrevocably in love with Vidyut. The days following their brief, sun-drenched vacation felt not just like a harsh phase but like a cruel, drawn-out punishment. The warmth of the sun, which had kissed her skin for those perfect days, now seemed to shine on her only to highlight the cold chasm that had opened between them.
She had fallen in love for the first time in her life, a powerful, overwhelming emotion, but now her feelings were causing her profound, aching pain, and she would not be with him and would go away no matter what. Love is not for her, and he is not her to love. Since the night he'd suffered a panic attack—a vulnerability he hadn't wanted her to witness—Vidyut had retreated entirely. He was appreciative, yes, ensuring her safety and comfort, but he was meticulously pushing her away, unwilling to have her truly engaged in his 'messed-up life.'
Ada watched, often from the doorway of the living room, as Vidyut completed the cold, symbolic action of moving his personal items downstairs to the guest room. Even though they shared the magnificent penthouse, they rarely saw each other, separated by a professional distance he enforced like a physical wall. His silent treatment was the most devastating form of rejection. She could not find the right moment, the right words, or the necessary courage to task him about his panic attack.
And now, when he has distanced himself from her, everything has become more problematic.
Vidyut had assigned Knight, his most trusted security detail, to be her shadow, accompanying her everywhere, a constant, professional buffer. Since their return, Vidyut had withdrawn: ignoring her casual texts, avoiding eye contact in the kitchen, and maintaining the illusion that she was merely a high-profile assignment, not a woman living under his roof. He was doing his job meticulously; they attended occasional business meetings together, a perfectly composed, formidable pair. But the silence, the deliberate vacuum where their comfortable friendship used to be, hurt her soul.
What if he completely abandoned her and this fragile, new love she carried? Will he ever be able to reconcile his scarred past and accept a future with her? These questions ran on an endless, despairing loop in her mind.
