They never met...

chapter 32 - FOR A THOUSAND YEARS

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Mahima's pov:

I met Jagjeet's gaze, my voice shaking. "Kiddo, I'm not your mom. You already have one."

Before Harman could respond, Jagjeet intervened, his expression somber. "He doesn't."

My eyes narrowed, confusion swirling in my chest. "What do you mean?" I asked, my face a mask of calm despite the turmoil within.

Jagjeet settled into the chair beside my hospital bed, Harman snuggled into his lap. "Harman, baby, my champ, my lifeline... Papa loves you the most. Always remember that, okay?" Harman nodded silently, his eyes wide.

Jagjeet's eyes drifted shut, his chest rising with a deep breath. His expression turned stoic, as if preparing for battle. I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Seven years ago," he began, his voice, low and measured, "when I said those hurtful things to you over the phone... I never imagined our first meeting after three years of dating would end in a breakup. The thought of staying away from you still haunts me."

His crystal blue eyes locked onto mine, and I managed a nod.

"Do you remember the Priya incident?" he asked, his voice laced with regret.

I nodded again, my mind racing with memories.

"Priya wanted to tear us apart," Jagjeet continued. "When I discovered her messages to you, I became protective... paranoid. I thought she might harm you." His head dropped, his voice barely above a whisper. "I'm sorry."

The words hung in the air, heavy with emotion. I searched Jagjeet's face, seeking answers to questions I dared not ask.

Tears streamed down my face as the puzzle pieces finally fell into place. All those years of Jagjeet's overprotectiveness made sense now.

"Why?" I thought, my heart aching. "Why couldn't I understand him? Why didn't he just tell me?"

Jagjeet's trembling voice drew me back. "That's why I never wanted you to meet my colleagues, I never even let anyone know about our relationship... fearing I might lose you."

My hand instinctively reached for his, grasping it tightly as I fought to control my tears. Harman's small hand covered mine, and our eyes met, sharing a tender smile through the tears.

Jagjeet's voice cracked. "That day you asked me to meet your friends... it wasn't about meeting friends. I planned to propose to you." His sad expression shattered my heart into a million pieces.

Everything I thought I knew was just... a misunderstanding.

Tears flowed freely now, streaming down my face as Jagjeet continued. "I wanted to spend time alone with my love, my life, the chaos in my boring life... my Mahi."

His eyes locked onto mine, and I opened my arms, inviting him in. For a moment, he hesitated, then gently set Harman aside and sat on the bed's edge.

With a gentle urgency, Jagjeet wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into a suffocating hug. I reciprocated, clinging to him as if he'd vanish if I let go.

"Never ever let me go again, please!" I pleaded, my voice muffled against his chest.

"Not even death can tear us apart now," Jagjeet whispered, his warmth enveloping me.