HEALING LEADS TO HEARTBREAK.
"If loving you is madness, then let the world burn-I'd choose your chaos over anyone else's calm."
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Aarti's world is shattered after being betrayed by her first love, leaving her battling not only brain cancer but als...
⋆. 𐙚 ˚ I wanna be your setting lotion (wanna be) Hold your hair in deep devotion (How deep?) At least as deep as the Pacific Ocean Now I wanna be yours. I just wanna be yours ✮⋆˙────୨ৎ────
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R E H A A N
I was sitting in my cabin-quietly observing the subtle dance of tension between Rishabh and Vyom. Rishabh had been on the phone for what felt like half an hour, his voice low and steady, while Vyom typed away on his laptop, focused yet distant.
My thumb played absently at my lips, a small comfort, as I crossed one leg over the other, waiting for someone to break the silence.
Rishabh's voice, deep and steady, carried across the room as he stepped away from the window, still murmuring to the doctor about Aarti's treatment. The secret we held between us thrummed in the air-intimate, fragile, and known only to the three of us.
Aarti remained blissfully unaware, her name passing quietly between Rishabh's lips and the doctor's reassurances. I watched him, my thumb tracing a slow, absentminded line along my lips, the anticipation tightening inside me.
Rishabh ended the call, his expression unreadable as he turned to face us. The weight of the conversation hung heavy in the air. Vyom closed his laptop with a soft click, finally looking up, his brows knit in concern.
Rishabh broke the silence first, his voice rough around the edges. "The doctor says the tumor's operable, but it's risky. They want to start with chemo, see how she responds before talking surgery."
Vyom let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "Chemo's going to be tough on her. She doesn't even know yet..."
I nodded, swallowing hard. "We have to tell her, but-" My words faltered. How do you prepare someone you care about for a battle like this?
Rishabh ran a hand through his hair, frustration and worry etched into every line of his face. "We'll tell her together. She deserves the truth, and she deserves all of us by her side."
Vyom turned to me, amusement flickering in his eyes, but I caught the concern just beneath it as he arched his right brow in my direction. He didn't need to say a word-I knew exactly what he was thinking. I shook my head, denying whatever silent question he was asking.
He knew the truth, though. He knew Aarti was the girl who'd kissed me three years ago, the memory burned into both our minds. He knew I'd been hopelessly in love with her ever since, loving her with the kind of reckless devotion that bordered on madness.
Rishabh's phone rang, breaking the heavy silence. He glanced at the screen, a small, knowing smile tugging at his lips. "Kritika," he announced, almost like a habit, before answering. One hand settled on his waist, his posture relaxed but attentive.
