His Replaced Dhulhan || 18+ ✔

|32.| Who's at my window?

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Kashvi's pov

I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair, my life reduced to a mere existence. Vansh, my rock, my shelter, was nowhere to be found, and I was left to face the storm alone. His return brought little solace, as the wounds of his absence still lingered, fresh and raw. I was torn between anger and longing, my heart a battleground of conflicting emotions.

The image of him with that woman in the club, a constant reminder of his betrayal, seared my mind like a hot branding iron. I refused to believe it, yet the doubt lingered, a nagging voice that whispered,'What if?' And to add insult to injury, I was forced to confront Arman's smug face daily, his presence a constant reminder of my misery.

His smirking eyes seemed to mock me, his very existence a thorn in my side.

Every day felt like an eternity, a never-ending cycle of pain and heartache. I was trapped in a prison of my own making, with no escape from the torment that haunted me. My soul was a heavy burden, weighed down by the shackles of sorrow and longing. I was a shadow of my former self, a mere specter of the person I once was, lost, and adrift in a sea of despair.

As I stepped into the cozy cafe, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and baked goods enveloped me, a fleeting respite from the suffocating presence that had been my constant companion since our arrival in Italy. Arman's eyes, ever-watchful and hawk-like, had shadowed my every move, never leaving my side except for the brief moments I was alone in my room, a solitary oasis in this desert of despair.

His constant surveillance was a heavy chain, binding me to his whims, suffocating me with its weight. Every step I took, every breath I made, was scrutinized, analyzed, and controlled.

I felt like a prisoner, a captive in my own life, with Arman holding the keys. The cafe, usually a haven of warmth and comfort, now felt like a gilded cage, its walls closing in on me as Arman's presence loomed large, a constant reminder of my captivity.

I forced a smile, a fragile facade hiding the turmoil within, as I perused the menu, my mind racing with thoughts of escape, of freedom, of a life without Arman's suffocating grip

But for now, I was trapped, a bird with clipped wings, forced to endure the prison I had unwittingly constructed for myself.

But today, a spark of hope flickered to life within me, a glimmer of the familiar sensation I only ever felt in Vansh's presence. My heart skipped a beat as I scanned the cafe, my eyes scouring the room for a glimpse of his chiseled features, my soul longing to be reunited with his warm embrace.

But, like a mirage on a desert highway, the promise of his presence vanished, leaving only the bitter taste of disappointment.

I felt like a shipwrecked sailor, clinging to the debris of our shattered love, my mind tormented by the memories of what we once had. The divorce papers, once a cold, harsh reality, now seemed like a cruel joke, a reminder of what I had lost.

And yet, my heart refused to surrender, holding onto the belief that our love was not yet extinguished.

As I gazed ahead, my eyes brimming with unshed tears, I felt the weight of our separation like a physical ache, a hollowness that echoed through every fiber of my being.

And still, I held onto the hope, the desperate belief that Vansh would somehow, someway, find his way back to me.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

As night descended, I stood in the balcony, a habitual ritual, my eyes drawn to the moon's silvery glow. My mind wandered, a familiar path, to the question that haunted me every night: was he, too, gazing up at the same moon, thinking of me? The possibility sent a flutter through my chest, a bittersweet longing that refused to subside.

The moon, a constant in our separated lives, seemed to bridge the distance between us, a reminder of the love we once shared. I felt the ache of his absence, a hollowness that echoed through my soul. And yet, I held onto the hope, the belief that our love was not yet extinguished.

As I retreated to my room, the darkness enveloped me, a comforting embrace. I lay on my bed, my eyes closing, my mind surrendering to the dreams that had become my solace.

Every night, I escaped to a world where Vansh was still mine, where our love was still alive. In those fleeting moments, I was free to relive our memories, to feel his touch, his kiss, and his love. My dreams were my sanctuary, the only place where our love still existed. And I clung to them, desperately, for they were all I had left.

As I drifted towards slumber, a sudden knock on the window jolted me awake. I ignored it, thinking it was just the wind or my imagination. But the knock came again, more insistent this time. My heart raced as I sat up in bed, my mind foggy with sleep.

I approached the window cautiously, pillow clutched in my hands like a shield, my eyes scanning the darkness for a potential threat.

And then, I saw him. Vansh. Standing outside my window, his eyes gleaming with a mischievous spark. I thought I was dreaming, my mind playing tricks on me. But as our eyes met, I knew it was real. He was really here.

"If I was an intruder, were you going to hit me with that soft pillow?" he asked, his voice low and husky, a hint of amusement dancing on his lips.

My emotions overwhelmed me, weeks of longing and missing him culminating in a sob that shook my entire body. The pillow fell from my hands as I flung open the window, tears streaming down my face.

Vansh's mocking smile faltered, replaced by a look of concern and tenderness. He stepped closer, his arms opening wide, and I collapsed into his embrace, the world around us melting away.