haunted.

trauma

TW- depression

The tension in the room was suffocating. Rohit's patience had finally snapped after enduring months of cold, guarded behavior from Virat.

"Virat, we need to talk," Rohit demanded, his voice trembling with barely contained anger.

Virat looked up, his eyes as cold and distant as ever. "What now, Rohit?"

"This can't go on," Rohit continued, his fists clenched at his sides. "I can't stand watching you push me away. You're hiding something, and it's tearing us apart."

Virat laughed bitterly, a harsh, mirthless sound. "You think you know me so well, don't you?"

"Maybe I don't," Rohit snapped, his voice rising. "But I want to! I want to understand why you've built these walls, why you won't let me in. But you have to open up to me, Virat!"

"I don't need your pity," Virat said, his voice hardening. "You think you're going to save me? You're wasting your time."

"It's not pity," Rohit shot back, stepping closer. "It's love, damn it! I love you, and I can't stand seeing you like this, shutting me out."

Virat's eyes flashed with a mix of pain and anger. "Love? You don't know what you're talking about. I'm not worth your time, Rohit. I'm damaged. You should just leave."

Rohit's anger flared. "Stop saying that! You're not damaged, Virat. Everyone has their scars, their pain. But we can face it together. You don't have to do this alone."

Virat shook his head, backing away. "You don't get it. You don't know what I've been through, what I've done. I'm not the person you think I am."

"Then tell me!" Rohit pleaded, his voice breaking. "Let me in, Virat. Whatever it is, we can deal with it together. But you have to trust me!"

Virat's eyes filled with tears, but he quickly wiped them away, his face a mask of anger. "Trust? How can I trust when everyone I've ever cared about has let me down?"

Rohit's heart ached at the sight of Virat's pain. "I'm not them, Virat. I'm here, and I'm not going anywhere. Please, let me help you."

For a moment, it seemed like Virat might break. But then his expression hardened again. "You don't understand, Rohit. You never will. Just leave me alone."

Rohit's frustration boiled over. "Damn it, Virat! Why won't you let me in? What are you so afraid of?"

"I'm afraid of losing you!" Virat screamed, his voice cracking. "I'm afraid that if you see the real me, you'll walk away like everyone else!"

Rohit stepped forward, his eyes filled with determination. "I'm not going anywhere, Virat. No matter what."

But Virat couldn't take it anymore. The walls he had built around himself were too strong, his fear too deep. He turned away, his heart pounding in his chest. "Just leave me alone, Rohit. I'm not worth it."

FEW DAYS BY,

Dr. Mehta looked at Virat with a mixture of concern and patience. They had been in this session for an hour, and progress was painfully slow.

"Virat, you've been through a lot. But you have to talk about it. Keeping it all inside isn't helping you," Dr. Mehta said gently.

Virat sat on the edge of his seat, his hands clenched into fists. "What's the point? Talking about it won't change anything."

"It's not about changing the past, Virat. It's about understanding it, finding a way to cope with it," Dr. Mehta replied.

Virat's eyes flashed with anger. "You don't understand. No one does. Everyone thinks they can fix me, but they can't."