They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
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"I AM NOT ANSH!"
His voice tore through the air, jagged and sharp, raw with something he couldn't contain anymore.
Mishti froze.
He saw it—the slight jerk of her shoulders, the flicker of hesitation in her eyes.
But she didn't run.
His breathing was heavy, uncontrolled, every inhale shaky, every exhale labored. His fists burned, his knuckles raw and slick with blood, but he barely felt it. His entire body was shaking, his damp shirt clinging to his back.
He turned away sharply, unable to face her.
"Don't look at me like that," he muttered, voice hoarse, thick with something he couldn't name.
Shame?
Rage?
Pain?
Mishti's voice was quiet, but steady. "Like what?"
"Like you're afraid of me."
She didn't answer.
He let out a slow, unsteady breath, his hands trembling at his sides.
Why was she still standing there?
Why wasn't she leaving?
"Go away, Mishti..." His voice cracked. "Please."
Nothing.
He clenched his jaw, swallowing the lump forming in his throat.
"Don't watch me like this," he begged, his voice breaking. "I am... I am not like this."
Still, she stayed.
His chest ached. His hands curled into fists, but he couldn't bring himself to lift them again. He was exhausted.
Slowly, he turned his head, just enough to catch a glimpse of her.
She hadn't moved an inch.
His red-rimmed, swollen eyes met hers, and for the first time that night, he felt exposed. Completely and utterly bare.
He was a mess. A broken, pitiful mess.
And yet, she still looked at him.
Not with fear.
Not with disgust.
Just... looking. Watching.
"Are you afraid?" His voice was quieter now, almost fragile. "Or do you feel disgusted by me?"
