Beyond Destiny ~ A Saga Of Timeless Love

51 ~ Whispers Of Heartbreak

"Loving you was never an option; it was a necessity."

Ruhanika

"Why did you come?" he asked, his voice steady yet devoid of warmth. The disoriented expression on his face, coupled with the cold tone, was enough to shake me to my core.

The weight of his words twisted my stomach into knots, sending a violent shiver down my spine. My knees threatened to buckle, and I fought to stay upright. Why was he saying this? Was this some cruel prank?

"No, no, no… no." I muttered under my breath, each word trembling as I stumbled backward, away from him. This couldn't be real—it couldn't. How could Dev forget me? He had sworn to stand by my side forever. This had to be a joke. It had to be.

But deep down, I knew it wasn’t. The seriousness in his gaze and the blankness in his expression made the truth impossible to ignore. The man standing in front of me—the man I loved with every fiber of my being—looked at me as if I were a stranger. The olive-green eyes I adored, eyes that once overflowed with love and devotion, now bore no trace of recognition.

My heart refused to accept what my eyes were seeing. The pain in my chest was suffocating, as though heartbreak itself had taken physical form and was squeezing the life out of me. My sobs became louder, uncontrollable, as memories of our time together flashed before my eyes. Every moment, every promise, every touch—it all felt like a cruel dream now.

The man who once couldn’t bear to see me cry, who said my tears burned his soul, now stood unmoved by my anguish. His eyes, once so warm and tender, were now empty, stabbing holes in my already shattered heart.

When I first saw him again, I had envisioned a different reunion. I thought I would slap him for abandoning me, then cry in his arms, pouring out the pain of all those lonely days and nights. I had imagined holding him tightly, feeling the familiar warmth of his embrace. But never—never—had I imagined this.

"Are you finished sobbing? Leave my way," he said sharply, his voice laced with irritation. The underlying anger in his tone made my breath hitch. My Dev—my Dev—could never speak to me like this.

I stared at him in disbelief, my tears blurring the sight of his clenched fists and tight jaw. The intensity in his gaze, once a source of comfort, now terrified me. The man before me wasn’t just indifferent; he was angry.

"Security," he called out, his voice booming with authority.

I froze, my sobs catching in my throat. The way he addressed the guard, cold and detached, reminded me of the fury I had once seen in his eyes when he confronted our enemies. Only this time, that fury was directed at me.

"Escort the lady out—respectfully," he instructed, his gaze fixed somewhere above my head. His refusal to even look at me was like a dagger to my heart.

I stared at him, my world crumbling around me. How had he changed so much? What had happened to the man who once made me feel like the center of his universe? My mind raced with questions, desperate for answers, but his actions were louder than words.

“Dev, why are you doing this? Don’t you remember me? I’m your Rooh,” I whispered, my voice breaking. A flicker of hope burned within me, a desperate belief that my words might jog his memory.

But that hope died the moment he turned away. His silence was deafening, his rejection absolute. I could barely hear the guard’s words over the sound of my heart shattering.

"Dev," I cried, my voice trembling. "You said my tears hurt you. Why are you making me cry now?"

He had always told me my tears were his weakness, that seeing me cry felt like a knife to his heart. So why—why—was he standing there, unmoved, as I broke apart before him?