AARNA : HIS FLOW OF LIFE

10 . Forgive ?

Despite Aarna's resolute silence, Naksh's daily "good morning" messages became a small, persistent thread in her life. Every morning, without fail, Naksh sent a heartfelt message . Some days , he would drop bouquets and hand written letters showing how much he is guilt of his deed . Some homemade recipes , chocolates and key rings.

His words were carefully crafted, a blend of sincere apologies and gentle encouragements. Each message was a testament to his regret and his determination to make amends.

Aarna would read them, often with a mix of irritation and reluctant acknowledgment. She never replied, her silence a stark contrast to Naksh's persistent hope. The messages were a reminder of what had been lost, but also of Naksh's unwavering effort to rebuild what was broken.

The food went to poor , hungry people and the chocolates were distributed among some children . The key rings would go to charity . The flowers would droop off and went into trash . The letter unopened , kept at one corner of the house .

But none of these melted her heart and Naksh's efforts were at no end to be seen.

One morning, Naksh sent a particularly poignant message. "Good morning, Aarna. I know it's been a while, but I wanted to remind you that I'm here for you. If you need anything, please don't hesitate to reach out. I hope you have a peaceful day."

Aarna read the message and felt a twinge of warmth. The gesture was simple yet deeply moving. For a brief moment, she felt her heart soften. The sincerity in his words was palpable, and it was hard to ignore the small flicker of hope it ignited. But as quickly as it appeared, the warmth was extinguished by the cold reality of her memories.

She closed her phone and stared out the window. The early morning light cast a gentle glow over the city, but inside, Aarna was still in turmoil. She thought about the times she had trusted Naksh, the promises made, and the pain of betrayal. The warmth from his message felt like a fleeting illusion, quickly overshadowed by the heavy shadows of her past.

One Friday evening, Aarna decided to go out with friends. She needed a break from the relentless reminders of her past and the emotional weight of Naksh's messages. She chose a popular club in the city, hoping to lose herself in the crowd and the music.

The club was bustling with energy, the lights flashing in a dizzying array of colors. Aarna and her friends settled at a table, ordering drinks and catching up. For a while, the lively atmosphere provided a welcome distraction. Laughter and conversation flowed easily as they enjoyed their night out.

As the night wore on, Aarna decided to hit the dance floor. She joined her friends, letting the rhythm of the music take over. Dancing felt liberating, a temporary escape from her thoughts. She was momentarily free from the burden of her past.

However, the night took a turn when a man approached her. His gaze was insistent, and his grin was lecherous.
He looked he was drowned in the effect of alcohol.
"Hi, beautiful," he said, leaning in too close. "Wanna see heaven on bed?"

Aarna's smile faltered, replaced by a look of disgust. She stepped back, her patience wearing thin. "Not interested," she replied firmly.

" Don't feel shy . We will be in a room no need to ..... " the man tried saying looking at her like a meat .

" I said No . Get away before I get you into trouble " she replied annoyingly ready to turn around and sway .

The man didn't take the hint. He reached out to touch her, and Aarna reacted instinctively. She kicked him in the knee, causing him to stagger. Before he could recover, she pressed her stiletto heel into his chest, pinning him to the ground.