Wounds of the Heart (दिल के घाव)💔

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Three days had passed,

  Kunj found himself aboard a plane soaring towards New York City. Despite the excitement of the conference, a nagging worry gnawed at him. He had tried calling Abhimanyu multiple times, but his calls went unanswered. According to Abhimanyu's secretary, he was in Malaysia for a meeting and would head straight to the conference.

Kunj couldn't help but feel a twinge of frustration. Abhimanyu's radio silence was unsettling. Was he angry? Maybe he'd reconsidered the whole "coincidentally bumping into each other" plan. As the miles ticked by, Kunj wrestled with conflicting emotions - annoyance at Abhimanyu's unpredictable behavior and a growing concern for his well-being.

The plane touched down at JFK Airport with a gentle thud. As Kunj disembarked, his mind was a whirlwind of thoughts. He apologized profusely as he accidentally bumped into someone in the bustling crowd. Flustered, he hailed a taxi, scolding himself for his clumsiness.

The cab ride gave him time to compose himself. Finally reaching the hotel, he checked in, his eyes glued to his phone screen, hoping for a message, a call - anything from Abhimanyu. But his screen remained disappointingly blank. Sighing, he unlocked the door to his room, a wave of loneliness washing over him.
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Meanwhile, across the city, Rudra's plane had also landed in New York. His entourage whisked him away to a luxurious villa, a temporary haven amidst the bustling metropolis. As he settled in, his phone buzzed with a series of notifications - a symphony of unread messages.

A smirk played on his lips as he tapped to listen to the voicemails. Each message was from a different woman - models, actresses, celebrities - all remnants of past flings. Their voices, laced with flirtation and longing, filled the room.

"Hey, handsome stranger," purred one, her voice sultry. "It's been too long. Care to rekindle that fire we shared in Paris?"

Another, a renowned supermodel, spoke in a breathy whisper. "Just thinking about you, Rudra. Remember that weekend in Milan? "

Rudra chuckled, a hint of nostalgia in his eyes. These women, beautiful and seductive, had filled his life with fleeting pleasures. But as the last voicemail ended, the silence returned, heavier this time.

He walked onto the balcony, the cityscape sprawling before him.

Years of chasing excitement, surrounding himself with these women, yet none of them could fill the void left by Rohit.

Rudra walked out onto the balcony, the city lights twinkling below. He gazed at the panoramic view, a million thoughts swirling in his mind. All these women, all these encounters... yet, not one of them could fill the hole left by Rohit's absence.

"Maybe it's time for something different," he murmured to himself, a flicker of hope igniting in his eyes. Perhaps this trip to New York, this prestigious conference, held the key not just to professional advancement, but to a future filled with something more meaningful. A future where fleeting connections wouldn't suffice, a future where he could find a love as deep and enduring as the one he'd shared with Rohit.
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Kunj's eyelids fluttered shut, exhaustion finally claiming him. He sank into a deep sleep, the anxieties of the day melting away. Outside the window, the city lights twinkled, oblivious to the turmoil brewing within him.

Meanwhile, down the hall, Abhimanyu had just arrived. The past three days had been a crucible, Maya's words burning into him, leaving raw wounds. He'd needed space to process the pain, the anger, and the overwhelming fear of losing Kunj again.

But the distance, ironically, had done the opposite. It had amplified his love for Kunj, making him realize just how much Kunj meant to him. He couldn't stay away any longer.

With a room key in hand, secured through a well-placed bribe to the hotel concierge (thanks, Sarah!), Abhimanyu slipped into Kunj's room. The sight that greeted him made his heart melt.

Kunj lay sprawled across the bed, his face peaceful, a hint of a pout gracing his lips. Soft snores escaped his slightly parted mouth. The sight was so endearing, Abhimanyu couldn't resist.

He shed his jacket, moving silently towards the bed. As he lowered himself onto the edge, a soft sigh escaped Kunj's lips. And then, the most unexpected thing happened.

In his sleep, Kunj rolled over, his body instinctively seeking warmth. His head nudged against Abhimanyu's chest, and he snuggled closer, his face burrowing into the crook of Abhimanyu's neck.

Abhimanyu froze, his breath catching in his throat. A wave of emotions washed over him - surprise, tenderness, and a fierce possessiveness. He gently wrapped his arms around Kunj, holding him close.

The warmth of Kunj's body against his, the soft rise and fall of his chest, it was a balm to Abhimanyu's troubled soul. Words of apology formed on his lips, a silent plea for forgiveness.

"I'm so sorry, Kunj," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "For ignoring your calls, for hurting you. I needed time... but these past few days... I realized I can't lose you again."

Kunj remained blissfully unaware of Abhimanyu's internal turmoil. He simply burrowed deeper into Abhimanyu's embrace, a contented sigh escaping his lips. In his sleep, he found a peace he hadn't known he was missing.

Abhimanyu held him close, vowing silently to make things right. He knew he had a lot to explain, a lot of trust to rebuild. But seeing Kunj here, safe and sound, nestled in his arms, filled him with a newfound determination.

He would fight for Kunj, for their love, no matter what obstacles stood in their way. As the city lights shimmered outside the window, a flicker of hope ignited within Abhimanyu's heart, a promise of a new dawn, a dawn where they could face the world, together.