"You make want to be a better man."
Dev
"Why? Why are you doing this again, Dev? I will never forgive you for causing me this much pain," she sobbed, clutching my knuckles in her trembling, delicate hands. Her voice quivered, raw and laden with anguish, as though the words themselves carried the weight of her suffering.
Her eyes, glossy and red-rimmed, locked with mine, holding a pain so profound it stirred something deep within me. She seemed shattered, almost irreparably so, and for reasons I could not fathom, I felt an inexplicable urge to ease her pain. Yet, her accusations were a labyrinth of "whys" that left me grasping at straws, bewildered and unnerved. Was there something I had missed, or was she guarding a truth too fragile to be revealed?
"Explain to me," I said, my voice low but firm, "what is causing this suffering. Why does it feel like your eyes—those beautiful, haunting eyes—carry a story they are desperate to tell every time they meet mine? Why do they brim with tears every time you look at me? What is it that you’re hiding beneath this confident mask? What has shattered your soul so completely?"
Her gaze shifted slightly, almost imperceptibly, and for a fleeting moment, I thought she might answer. But then, instead of words, a chuckle escaped her lips—a sound so incongruous it sent a chill down my spine. There was something unsettling about her laughter. It wasn’t joyful. It was heavy, as though burdened by emotions too convoluted to articulate.
"I find it amusing," she said at last, her voice tinged with bitter irony, "that you, of all people, are curious about the cause of my pain." Her lips curved into a hollow smile as she continued, "What should I tell you, Dev? That you are both the reason for my every pain and the cure for it?"
Her words hit me like a physical blow, stealing the air from my lungs. Me? How could I be the source of her anguish? A storm of questions raged in my mind. What could I have done? How could I have caused her such profound suffering without even realizing it?
"Even if I were to tell you why I feel this way, Dev," she said, her voice barely above a whisper, "you wouldn’t believe me. No one would. How can anyone believe me when there are moments I don’t even believe myself?"
Her laugh followed, sharp and self-deprecating, cutting through the tension like a blade.
"You don’t get to decide that," I shot back, frustration lacing my words. "If you don’t tell me what you’re feeling, how can I even begin to understand or believe you?" My tone was firm, but the desperation beneath it was undeniable.
She regarded me for a moment, her eyes flickering with something unreadable. Then, with a faint, enigmatic smile, she asked, "Do you really want to know?"
I nodded, my heart pounding as I waited for her answer.
But instead of clarity, she offered cryptic words that only deepened the mystery. "Even if I tell you the truth," she said, her voice steady but tinged with resignation, "it won’t help you, me, or us. There are some things, Dev, that are better left unsaid." Her smile widened, but it didn’t reach her eyes.
Her tears had begun to fall again, and she dabbed at them absentmindedly, as though accustomed to their presence.
"You don’t have to tell me if you’re not ready," I said finally, the anger in my voice softening. "I can’t force you to open up when we barely even know each other."
I had barely finished speaking when her laughter erupted again—louder this time, edged with disbelief.
"Don’t know each other?" she repeated, her tone mocking as she laughed again, shaking her head.
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Beyond Destiny ~ A Saga Of Timeless Love
Random"We shouldn't play with fire, Rooh," He spoke near my ears, pecking my jawline. I was breathing erratically unable to encompass my perturbation. "What if I want to play with it?" I said, my voice sensual, subduing my thudding heart. His hand went t...
