𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐑

𝓮𝓷𝓰𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓷𝓽 (edited)

Hira's pov

"WHAT!" I exclaimed.
No! No! No! This can't be true. It's a lie! He wouldn't do this. He would've told me.
Tears gathered in my eyes as my mind spiraled with a flood of thoughts. Just then, Aayan and Armaan approached me. I looked at Aayan, my vision blurred with tears.

"Aayan..." I whispered, barely audible. A tear slipped down my cheek.

He looked at me with concern, and I broke, collapsing into his arms, crying uncontrollably.

"Aayan, tell me this isn't true. Please, it's not true, right?" I asked desperately.

"Hira, calm down. You're my strong girl, remember? Stop crying," he said, trying to console me.

"Aayan, I... I don't want Sahil to be hurt. I can't see him drenched in blood the way you were that time. I can't handle that again. Please, Aayan, tell him to leave this... please!" I cried harder, clinging to him.

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(Flashback: One Year Ago)

Hira's pov

Armaan and I were sitting in the living room, anxiously waiting for Aayan to return. He'd mentioned he had some business related to the mafia. A strange feeling of dread gnawed at me, but I brushed it off.

Suddenly, the door opened, and Aayan stumbled inside. My heart stopped.
He was drenched in blood, clutching his shoulder with his left hand. Without thinking, I ran to him.

"Aayan!" I screamed, holding him as tears filled my eyes.

Armaan rushed to support him and helped him to the couch. My hands trembled as I tried to process what I was seeing.

"Call the doctor, now!" Armaan ordered.

With shaking fingers, I dialed the doctor's number. Soon after, the doctor arrived, and we moved Aayan to his room.

"How is he?" Armaan asked once the doctor emerged.

"He'll be fine. It's not a deep cut, but he needs complete rest. No arm movement. He's lost a lot of blood, so a nutritious diet and proper medication are essential," the doctor explained before leaving.

I entered Aayan's room and saw him lying on the bed, looking pale. Tears rolled down my cheeks as I stood frozen.

"Don't cry," he murmured weakly.

"Aayan, promise me you'll leave this mafia business," I begged, sitting beside him.

He sighed. "Okay, I will. But it'll take time, Hira. We're strong enough to get through this, right?"

I nodded and hugged him tightly, praying he'd keep his promise.

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(Present)

The memory sent chills down my spine.
He should've told me. I just want him to be safe. That's all I care about.

A knock on the door snapped me out of my thoughts. Armaan and Aayan entered my room. I sighed, wiping away the stray tears.

"Hira-" Aayan began, but I cut him off.