JHANAK - Destined to be

ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 8

JHANVI'S POV

You-You like Deepak?" I asked, my voice stammering.

Srisha's eyes met mine, and I could see a storm of emotions brewing in them. 

"Yas, Jhanvi. I've been in love with him since the day I saw him," she confessed, her voice a mix of frustration and sorrow.

My heart sank. How could I not have known about this? How did I not notice her feelings?

"I thought you liked Devansh," I said, trying to make sense of the situation.

Srisha let out a bitter laugh. "Why would I like him when I keep fighting with him all the time?" she retorted.

"You've been my best friend Jhanvi how could not know about it? or you knew but you just wanted to take Deepak away from me and that's why you fucking seduced him"

I felt a pang of guilt. How blind had I been to my best friend's feelings? But before I could process it further, Srisha's expression turned cold and accusing. How could she think I would take something away from her? If I knew I would have clearly made my distance with Deepak. If I knew.

"You know, this is all your fault," she spat out. "It's because of you that my mom is in this condition. She tried to take her own life because of your mom!"

I was taken aback. "What are you talking about, Srisha? My mom wouldn't be another woman. You must be mistaken."

"Call her," Srisha demanded, her eyes narrowing. "Ask her if she knows someone named Rajesh Agarwal."

With trembling hands, I dialed my mom's number. My heart was pounding in my chest as I waited for her to pick up.

"Hello, Jhanvi?" my mom's voice came through the line, sounding as sweet as ever.

"Mom, do you know someone named Rajesh Agarwal?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

There was a long silence on the other end. "Jhanvi, I... I wanted to tell you for so long," she finally said, her voice breaking.

My world shattered. Even though my parents hadn't been together for ten years and I lived with my dad, I never expected my mom to remarry, let alone Srisha's dad. "Mom, are you marrying him?" I asked, tears streaming down my face.

"Yas, Jhanvi. The man I'm marrying has a daughter your age," she admitted.

The phone slipped from my grasp and clattered to the floor. I stared at Srisha, my guilt consuming me. "If I had known, I would have asked my mom to leave your dad," I choked out.

Srisha's face twisted with pain and anger. "Sorry doesn't bring back my mom's peace of mind," she said bitterly. "You... you literally took everything from me, Jhanvi. My peace, my mom's happiness, and now even Deepak. You've ruined my life."

Before either of us could say another word, the doctors rushed into the room to check on her mom. The atmosphere grew tense as Srisha and I stood there, helpless, watching the medical team work frantically.

A few minutes later, Deepak and Devansh arrived, carrying bags of food. They stopped in their tracks, sensing the tension in the room. "What's happening?" Deepak asked concern etched on his face.

Srisha's eyes filled with tears as she looked at him. "My mom... she's not doing well," she said, her voice trembling.

The doctors continued their efforts, but the room's silence was deafening. I could see the worry on everyone's faces. Devansh set the food down and walked over to Srisha, placing a comforting hand on her shoulder. 

"She'll be okay, Srisha. The doctors are doing their best," he said softly.

I stood there, feeling more and more like an outsider in my own life. The guilt was suffocating. Every glance from Srisha felt like a dagger to my heart. I wished I could turn back time, change things, and make it all right again.

The head doctor finally turned to us, his expression grave. "I'm sorry," he said gently. "We've done everything we could, but..."

The rest of his words were lost in the wail that escaped Srisha's lips. She crumpled to the floor, her sobs echoing through the room. Deepak and Devansh rushed to her side, trying to offer comfort, but it was clear that nothing could ease her pain.

I stood there, numb, my mind reeling. The sight of Srisha's grief-stricken face, the realization of what my family had done, was too much to bear. I had never felt so helpless, so guilty, so responsible for someone else's pain.

As the doctors quietly left the room, giving us space to grieve, I felt a hand on my shoulder. It was Deepak, his eyes filled with concern and sorrow. 

"Jhanvi, we need to be strong for her," he said softly.

I nodded, but inside, I was breaking. Srisha's words echoed in my mind, her accusations, her pain. I had taken everything from her, and now, there was no way to make it right.

As we all gathered around Srisha, trying to offer her some semblance of comfort, I realized that the guilt I felt would never go away. It would be a part of me forever, a constant reminder of the pain my family had caused. And no matter what I did, I could never undo the damage that had been done.

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Just keep yourself in Jhanvi's shoes and think what you would be feeling then??

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