His Replaced Dhulhan || 18+ ✔

|26| The reality

Kashvi's pov

Immersed in the sun-kissed paradise of Costa Brava, the past week with Vansh has been a dreamy haze of love, passion, and bliss. Every day and night feels like a surreal fantasy, as if we're drifting through a romantic reverie that might vanish at any moment. Yet, we're savoring every fleeting instant, our hearts beating as one.

The memories of our nights together are etched in my mind like precious treasures. The way our bodies entwined, exploring every inch of each other's skin, was pure heaven. Those moments were ours alone, a secret world of pleasure and intimacy that I'll cherish forever. The soft whispers, the tender touches, the ecstatic sighs – all are forever etched in my memory, a testament to our all-consuming love.

In this enchanted bubble, time stands still, and all that matters is the love we share. I'm lost in the depths of Vansh's eyes, drowning in the sea of our passion. This dream may be fragile, but its beauty is undeniable, and I'll hold onto it, no matter what the future may bring.

As the final rays of sunlight fade on our enchanted week together, I'm consumed by a bittersweet nostalgia. Every waking moment has been a tender embrace, a sweet caress, a love-soaked reverie. We've basked in the warmth of each other's company, our hearts beating in perfect harmony.

But like the fleeting dawn, our idyllic bubble seems destined to burst. The weight of reality threatens to shatter the dream we've so meticulously crafted. I fear that the gentle whispers, the soft laughter, and the tender touch will soon be relegated to memory, leaving only longing and yearning in their wake.

As the hours tick away, I cling to the present, savoring every moment, every glance, every kiss. For in this ephemeral dream, our love has been the stuff of fairy tales. And I tremble at the thought of awakening to a world without the gentle grace of your love.

As the night wears on, the soft glow of the airport lights casts a warm ambiance, illuminating the excitement and anticipation etched on our faces. The hum of planes and the gentle bustle of travelers create a symphony of sounds, heightening our sense of adventure. We stand together, hand in hand, our hearts beating as one, ready to embark on this new chapter in our journey.

The airport's sleek architecture seems to fade into the background as our eyes lock onto each other, shining with a deep affection and joy. The thrill of exploring new horizons together is palpable, and the memories of our enchanting week in Costa Brava still linger, a sweet reminder of the love that has brought us to this moment.

As we gaze out at the planes waiting to whisk us away to India, our spirits soar with the knowledge that we're not just traveling to a new destination, but into a future filled with promise and possibility. The night air is alive with the magic of our love, and we're ready to take on the world, side by side.

As we settled into the plush seats of his private jet, the soft leather enveloping us in luxury, our excitement for the journey ahead was palpable. The dim lighting and subtle hum of the engines created a sense of intimacy, and I felt like I was melting into his gaze.

But then, his phone rang, shrill and insistent, shattering the tranquility of the moment.

His expression darkened, his eyes narrowing as he gazed at the screen. Without a word, he rose from his seat, his movements swift and abrupt, leaving me feeling suddenly alone and bereft. The silence between us was oppressive, heavy with unspoken words and unmet expectations.

I watched, my heart sinking, as he strode away, his broad shoulders tense and rigid. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the cabin, a harsh reminder of the distance growing between us. My mind raced with questions, my thoughts tangled in a web of anxiety and doubt.

What could be so urgent, so devastating, that it would snuff out the joy and excitement we shared just moments before?

The jet's engines roared to life, but my heart felt like it was plummeting, falling into a void of uncertainty. I was left sitting alone, surrounded by opulence, yet feeling small and vulnerable.

The world outside seemed to fade away, leaving only the stark realization that our love was about to face its greatest challenge yet.

I clung to the fragile thread of hope, convincing myself that he would return to me, that he would never leave me behind. But as the plane's engines revved to life, my heart sank, my hopes crumbling like dust.

The reality hit me like a ton of bricks - we were departing, and he was nowhere to be found.

Panic set in, my hands shaking as I fumbled with my seatbelt, desperate to escape the suffocating cabin. But before I could even stand, the airhostess appeared, her voice firm but laced with a hint of sympathy. "Mam, please, we're about to take off."

My eyes locked onto hers, pleading for answers. "Where is Mr. Suryavanshi?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper, as if speaking his name out loud would conjure him back to my side.

Her expression was apologetic, her words a dagger to my heart. "He's not on the plane, ma'am. We saw him rushing out."

The world around me melted away, leaving only the stark, cruel truth. I slumped back into my seat, my body feeling heavy, as if the weight of my shattered dreams was crushing me. The plane's engines roared to life, and we began to move, leaving me behind, alone and forsaken. Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, my grief and anger simmering just below the surface.

The harsh realization hit me like a tidal wave, crashing against the shores of my soul. Our relationship, a mere facade, a fleeting indulgence for him to savor and discard at his whim. I was nothing more than a replaceable pawn, a temporary distraction from the intricacies of his life.

The pain was palpable, a searing ache that threatened to consume me whole. The memories of our enchanting week in Costa Brava, now tainted by the bitter taste of abandonment. The very places that had witnessed our laughter and whispers now seemed to mock me, their beauty a cruel reminder of my heart's demise.

Tears pricked at the corners of my eyes, but I refused to let them fall, my grief and anger simmering like a tempest. What could be so imperative that he would leave me stranded, alone and forsaken? The questions swirled in my mind like a maelstrom, each one a stinging reminder of my worthlessness in his eyes.

The plane's ascent was a cruel irony, a symbol of our relationship's precipitous decline. As the ground beneath me receded, I felt my heart plummeting, lost in a free fall of despair, with no safety net to catch me.

The world outside receded, leaving only the stark, brutal truth - I was nothing more than a disposable convenience, a mere afterthought in his life.