𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
𝐶𝑎𝑛 𝑏𝑒 𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑠 𝑎 𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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I arrive at the airport exactly after ten minutes. I pray to god that she's still there.
Her heart not letting her to take the other step. Waiting for me.
Why would she? Did you give any reasons for her to stay Aman?
My subconscious reminds me, even if the truth is bitter.
I leave my car in the parking lot, not bothering to check if it’s locked. My focus is singular: reaching her. I break into a run toward the airport entrance, my heart hammering in my chest.
Please, God, let her still be here. I can't lose her now. Not again.
It’s been over a week since she signed the divorce papers. Days since I last saw her, fragile but resolute, as she left the hospital. The silence since then has been unbearable.
I take the escalator two steps at a time, scanning the terminal desperately. My eyes search every corner, every seat, but she’s nowhere in sight.
I reach the check-in counter, my breaths coming fast and uneven. “Excuse me,” I say, my voice raw with urgency. “Can you tell me about the flight to LA that’s boarding now?”
The attendant types something into her system, her expression neutral. Then she looks up with an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry, sir. That flight took off five minutes ago.”
Her words hit me like a punch to the gut. The air feels heavy, suffocating. Without responding, I turn away and walk aimlessly until I find an empty seat.
I sink into it, my head falling into my hands. She’s gone.
A tear escapes, trailing down my cheek. I swipe it away angrily, cursing myself for being too late. For letting it come to this.
But then something hardens inside me. I pull out my phone, dialing my personal assistant with trembling fingers.
“I need my private jet ready to fly to the US,” I say, my voice cold and sharp. “Immediately.”
There’s no hesitation on his end as he acknowledges the order.
I might have let you slip out of foolishness Mrs Mehra but that doesn't mean I am making that mistake again.
Be ready to come back to me.
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