She sat in the bathroom, her emotions a tangled mess, not knowing where the hours had gone. The tears had long since dried, leaving her eyes red and her mind numb. The silence was deafening until she heard a gentle knock on the bathroom door. His voice came through, asking her to come out.
Slowly she opened the door to find him standing there, dressed in a traditional white Kurta. The sight of him, so formally attired, was so different with the distress she felt. A shining bright ring on his left hand finger caught her eye, and she looked up at him, searching for some explanation, some words that could make sense of the chaos.
His eyes, usually so expressive, were now devoid of any emotion as he looked at her. The silence stretched painfully between them before he asked, "Are you alright?"
"I am okay," she replied slowly, her voice barely above a whisper. But the words felt hollow, even to her own ears.
Gaining a newfound courage, she asked, almost surprising herself, "Are you getting married?"
His response came with a hesitation, "Yes, I am engaged." He seemed surprised that she knew, but also relieved, because he didn't know how to confront and tell her.
Her heart clenched with pain as she looked up at him. "Congratulations on your engagement," she said quietly, her voice devoid of emotion. "I hope you find happiness."her voice barely above a whisper. She then brushed past him, moving to her couch, leaving him standing there with his own turmoil of emotions.
As she moved toward her couch, he couldn't hold back any longer. "Wait," he said, his voice mixed with desperation. "I need to explain to you. I didn't know I was getting engaged till last night. My family told me only last night. It's an arranged marriage they fixed without my knowledge, and I couldn't deny it, I couldn't give them a reason why I don't want to get married."
She stopped, hearing his words. The room was thick with tension, her hurt evident. After a moment of silence, she turned to face him, her eyes filled with pain. "Why couldn't you tell me in the morning? Why not when I tried so hard to talk to you?" Her voice cracked with emotion. "Why did I have to find out this way?"
He looked down, his own eyes reflecting a mix of guilt and sorrow. "I...I didn't know how to tell you," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.
Her eyes filled with tears, she shook her head. "You should have told me. Instead, you left me in the dark, made me feel like I was nothing, like I didn't matter. Because may be I don't matter."
Her words hurts him deeply, and he couldn't hold back and in an instant he replies pain evident in his voice.
"Tha...that's the problem," he said, his voice breaking.
"You matter to me, you matter to me way too much, much more than anyone else in the world. But I..I don't know what to do, how to react when you don't feel the same way. I don't want to force you to love me, I don't want to take advantage of you " he says
She stared at him, her tears flowing freely now, her heart breaking for the both of them knowing the depth of feeling for the first time.
He took a deep breath, He looked at her, his eyes filled with a mix of hope and desperation
"I..if you tell m..me , if you tell me right now that you love me or even that you'll try to ever love me, I'll break off the engagement right now. I swear I will break it in a breath."
Her eyes widened in surprise. Without thinking, she threw her arms around him, hugging him tightly. He was caught off guard, His breath hitched as he stood there, caught off guard. His instincts took over, and he hugged her back, his embrace stronger than he had ever imagined feeling her warmth and comfort.
He could feel relief washing over him he smiles slightly as he whispered, "I knew it, I'll do it. I'll break the engagement right now." he kisses her head lightly
But her next words left him stunned. She hugged him even tighter, the tears in her eyes making his kurta wet, her voice barely a whisper, "I'm sorry, but p..pl.lease don't do it, please don't break your engagement for me."
As he attempted to pull away from the hug to confront her, she clung to him, her arms wrapped around him tightly. Her voice was muffled against his chest, filled with desperation and a deep love.
"No," she whispered, her voice trembling. "Please, don't move away. I want you to live a normal life. You deserve that... not a fucked up life, tangled up in my mess."
He was stunned by her confession and her conflicting actions. He pulled back slightly, his eyes wide with confusion. "What the hell are you talking about? If you have feelings for me, how can you ask me to get married to someone else?"
She took a deep breath, her voice trembling. "You don't understand the kind of danger I bring with me. It's not just my life at risk; it could endanger you and your family too. I will never have the chance to live a normal life, and if you choose me, you'd have to live in hiding, always looking over your shoulder, fearing for your safety."
Her words came out in a broken whisper, revealing the pain of her reality. "I can't let you sacrifice your future like that. You deserve a life where you don't have to be afraid, where you can live openly and happily. I can't be the reason you live in constant fear."
In a pained and silent whisper, he asked, "What about you? What about your life? Will you keep running forever?".
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