As Sara approached, Shubman's heart pounded in his chest. He felt a mix of anxiety, hope, and desperation. His palms were sweaty. He had been waiting for this moment, fearing it might never come, and now it was here. The look on Sara's face, a blend of curiosity and guarded emotion, made his stomach churn. Every step she took felt like an eternity, and he could see the pain and confusion in her eyes. Shubman was overwhelmed by the need to explain, to make her understand, and to heal the rift that had torn them apart. His mind raced with thoughts of what to say, how to begin, and the weight of the misunderstanding that had brought them to this point.
Sara finally reached Shubman, her expression unreadable. She gave him a brief look, filled with a mix of hurt and hesitation. Without a word, she walked past him and sat down on the bench behind him.
Shubman followed Sara and sat down beside her on the bench, but she immediately moved a little bit away, putting some distance between them. The action felt like a stab to his heart. He and Sara had always been so close, with physical touch being their love language, especially for Sara. The fact that she was now distancing herself was almost unbearable for him. However, determined to resolve the situation, Shubman pushed down his sadness. He took a deep breath, steeling himself to express his feelings and to clear up the misunderstanding that had caused so much pain.
Shubman: "Sara, I don't know where to start or what to say, but I have never cheated on you."
Sara gave him a disgusted look.
Sara: "Some days ago, you said you cheated on me because you were bored while I was in London. Now you're saying you didn't cheat?"
Saying this, Sara looked away, trying to hide the pain in her eyes.
Shubman: "Sara, it's complicated, but I will explain everything."
He took a deep breath and began to tell her everything that had happened, from the night of the party, the mysterious screenshots, to Anmol's suspicious behavior and sudden departure. As he spoke, he tried to watch Sara's expression, hoping she would understand and believe him. But she is not looking at him, not even once.
Shubman: "Sara, baby, please look at me. I can understand your emotions. If you're angry at me, slap me, curse me, punish me Sara, but please forgive me."
Sara remained silent, her gaze fixed somewhere else away from Shubman.
Shubman got up from the bench and knelt in front of Sara. Gently, he took her hands in his, rubbing her fingers with his thumbs, trying to convey his sincerity through touch.
Shubman: "Baby, please look at me. Listen to me. I don't know if I'm the one in that picture or not. If it's me, I don't remember being with that girl. I don't know if Anmol is behind all of this. I don't understand why someone would try to come between us. I don't have concrete proof to show you that I haven't cheated on you, Sara. But please, look into my eyes. They will never lie to you."
Sara turned towards Shubman, meeting his gaze. His eyes conveyed a deep longing for her trust and forgiveness, promising that his love for her was genuine and steadfast.
Shubman looked deeply into Sara's eyes, his voice trembling with emotion.
Shubman: "Sara, I know all these circumstances have hurt you, but they hurt me too. I want to say one thing, Sara. For me, dying is easier than cheating on you."
Sara: "Shhh, don't say things like that, Shubman."
She reached out and gently touched his face.
Sara: "Don't say anything, Shubman. I don't need any proofs. There's no need to prove anything to me. If not me, who will believe you? That day, I didn't want any proofs; I only wanted to hear one thing from you: 'Don't believe in those fucking pictures, Sara. I am all yours.' Yes, Shubman, I can clearly see the love and loyalty for me in your eyes."
Saying this, she made Shubman stand and hugged him tightly, burying her face into his chest. Shubman hugged her back just as tightly, placing a gentle kiss on her head.
Shubman felt a wave of relief as he held Sara close, her warmth and trust filling him with a deep sense of gratitude and love. He gently lifted her face so their eyes could meet.
Shubman: "Sara, I can't even tell you how much this means to me. Thank you for believing in me, for seeing the truth in my eyes. I was terrified of losing you, of not being able to clear the misunderstanding. Your trust and love mean everything to me. I promise I'll never let anything come between us again. I love you more than words can express.
Shubman: "Sara, I still feel guilty. Even if you don't want any clarifications from me, you deserve to know the truth. But I don't have the answers. I don't know why Anmol did this..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Sara interrupted.
Sara: "Aryan."
Shubman looked confused. "What? Aryan?"
Sara took a deep breath and began to explain. "Aryan made Anmol do this."
Shubman: "How do you know?"
Sara: "I asked Anmol to meet me because I wanted to call off the wedding. When I reached the restaurant, Aryan was already there, and I overheard him talking to Anmol. I heard him saying, 'Go to another place for some time.' When I told Aryan I wanted to call off the wedding, he threatened to leak your pictures with that girl on the internet. At that time, I didn't understand anything, but now, connecting the dots, I'm very sure Aryan is behind all this. He's the one trying to separate us."
Shubman cupped Sara's face gently, looking deeply into her eyes.
Shubman: "Be it Aryan or anybody else, if we are there for each other, no one can separate us. Together, we can solve every problem."
Sara nodded, her eyes filled with determination and love.
Sara: "Shubman, marry me."
Shubman smiled, a warmth spreading through him.
Shubman: "Of course, mere jaan. Once we go back to India and prove what really happened, then I will marry you."
But Sara shook her head. "No, Shubman. Marry me now, here in London."
This is purely fictional
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