Hi readers,
Hope you are all good ,
I am quite busy due a family function . So , that's why I write a small chapter yesterday. Hope you don't mind.
Author's pov:
Our jenny
Jenny left the dinner table after only a few minutes, her sudden departure causing James to grow suspicious of her behavior. Shourya's concern for her , but when he tried to reach out, he found her door locked.
Inside her room, Jenny felt completely lost. She refused to the thought of joining them at the waterfalls. Her pain was so intense it can't explain in words.
Tears streamed down her face as she gazed up at the sky, wishing desperately that this was all just a bad dream.
Gathering her courage, she stepped outside her room, determined to clear the misunderstanding. But the sight that make her was more heartbreaking than she could have imagined.
Vikram was speaking softly to Anjali, her hand tenderly clasped in his. They were so absorbed in their conversation that they didn't even notice Jenny standing there, her heart shattering into pieces at the sight of their intimate connection.
" Thakur ji , apko kyom samajh nahi aaraha hai "
[ Thakur ji , why didn't you understand]
" Kya chahiye tume, Maine bataya na , Mai tum se pyar nahi kar raha huu , mujhe dur rakho "
[ What do you want , I told you that I didn't love you , stay away from me ]
" Kyom thakur ji , apko kise aur se mohabbat Hui kya?
[ Why thakur ji , do you love someone]
" Haa , Mai pyar karta hu use meri jaan se bhi jyada hai "
[ Yes , I am in love nd she is more than my life ]
" Wo kon hai "
Jenny didn't understand their language, but she recognized the words "pyaar karta hu." Her heart sank as she misunderstood, thinking they were confessing their love for each other.
She left the room with tears streaming down her face, feeling the sting of her first betrayal. The thought that he only wanted her for physical needs broke her even more.
"Why are you crying?"
The voice was familiar, belonging to a friend of Shourya’s. He was around my age, and I had heard him before.
"Nothing, just dust in my eyes, 👀" I replied, my voice faltering. I had no desire to divulge my personal turmoil.
He moved closer, concern etched on his face. "Jenny, don’t lie to me. You can tell me what happened if you want, gorgeous."
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