Royal series ( Book 1) 18+
Hi, Im your authorbrishti this is my first story i hope you will like it ....
MISHTI DAS is a 24 year old beautiful bengali girl ,she is funny but ambivert kind of a girl who aspires to open her "own music academy", as she...
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"You broke not just my trust, but my heart as well. I can't stay in a relationship where I'm constantly doubting your love and intentions," Mishti said, her voice trembling with emotion.
Arhaan stood frozen, the weight of her words pressing down on him like a heavy shroud. The pain in her eyes mirrored his own inner turmoil, but there was nothing he could say to make her stay.
Before leaving, Mishti turned to face him one last time, her eyes filled with a mixture of sorrow and resolve. "The truth is, Arhaan, I can't live like this anymore. I'm leaving, not just this house, but you. Forever."
Desperation surged within him as Mishti turned to leave. "Mishti, please," he begged, reaching out to grab her hand. But she shook off his grasp with a furious intensity.
"Mar jao," she spat, her voice seething with anger and hurt.
Her final words hit Arhaan like a wrecking ball, shattering his heart into a million pieces. He watched, helpless and devastated, as Mishti walked away, tears streaming down her face. Each step she took felt like a nail being driven deeper into the coffin of their relationship.
As the door closed behind her, the reality of her departure sank in. Mishti was gone, and with her, Arhaan's world crumbled into dust. The dreams they had shared, the promises they had made, all lay in ruins around him, leaving a hollow void where his heart used to be.
Arhaan stood there, numb, Mishti's final words echoing in his mind. "Mar jao." The anger and hurt in her voice stung more than anything he had ever felt. He couldn't stay in that room, surrounded by memories of their life together. His chest tightened with the weight of his emotions, and he knew he needed to escape, if only for a moment.
Without thinking, he grabbed his keys and stormed out of the house. His father's concerned voice called after him, but Arhaan was too overwhelmed to respond. He jumped into his car, his mind a whirlwind of pain and regret.
As he sped down the dark streets, tears blurred his vision. The city lights whizzed by in a blur, matching the chaos in his heart. He couldn't think clearly, couldn't process the magnitude of what had just happened. All he knew was that he needed to get away, to outrun the suffocating despair that clung to him.
His foot pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine roaring in response. The speedometer climbed steadily, but he didn't care. He just wanted to escape the crushing reality of losing Mishti. The roads were nearly empty, but his reckless driving put him in constant danger. He took sharp turns without slowing down, the tires screeching in protest.
The wind whipped through the open windows, but it did nothing to cool the burning anguish inside him. Flashes of their moments together played in his mind-the laughter, the arguments, the tender moments. It all felt like a cruel joke now, a beautiful dream turned into a nightmare.
