AARNA : HIS FLOW OF LIFE

13 . I miss you

Naksh's Pov.

Maybe it is . Maybe it's not . Easy to forgive me . I took a deep breath and sighed at the disappointment.

I don't have any office work coz I am here . Far away form it . So I have nothing to do but grieve .

She had gone through many tragedies which has shaped her this way . Tough , strong, persistent and ...... cold hearted. But still she is my Aarna who has a soft heart and is carefree.

The way she said that she didn't hated me . She just didn't care about my existence. I was impressed . I'm proud of her . Hate me . More . I deserve it after trusting that basterd over you .

But even that is killing me . I don't want those cold replies and emotionless eyes .

I took a deep breath and sighed looking at the stars in the cold , huge , dark sky . Moon shone like the only candle in the dark alley.

Maybe someday she will forgive me . Maybe someday we will leave everything behind and start fresh with the case of new memories . Maybe we would smile back at these moments .

But ..... everything comes with a ' BUT ' . This is just a wish .

I closed my eyes and saw Aarna's face. A smiling one . A younger Aarna . When we used to play in the park . Running around and shouting . The shine in her eyes . The glow on her face . The relaxed environment . The happiness in her smile .

I opened my eyes and she vanished away. I remember she used to call me Nash , coz my name was hard to pronounce. I smiled.

She was everywhere . In my heart , soul , mind ....... everywhere.

I closed my eyes again begging to see her . And I did .

Next morning

My sleep broke with the sun rays and the sound of birds chipping. I guess I slept here itself. I stayed there a little longer and then went inside .

I took a long shower, trying to get everything behind.

I stood under the cascading water, letting the heat soothe my tired muscles, but it did nothing to quell the storm inside me . Aarna's words echoed in my mind, cutting deeper than I thought possible. *"I don't hate you, Naksh. I just don't care if you live or die."*

I squeezed my eyes shut, as if the darkness could drown out the memory of her voice—so cold, so detached, like I was nothing more than a shadow passing through her life. The Aarna I once knew was gone, replaced by someone hardened by life’s brutal lessons. I'd expected anger, maybe even hatred, but indifference? That stung more than any venomous words she could've hurled at him.

I turned off the shower, water droplets still clinging to his skin as I stepped out and grabbed a towel. My reflection stared back at me in the mirror, and for the first time in a long while, I didn't recognize the man looking back. There were lines of worry etched across my forehead, dark circles under my eyes, and a hollowness in my expression that I couldn’t shake.

I remembered the night it all changed—how my words had exploded out of me like shrapnel, tearing apart the woman I loved. I had been furious, not because of something she did, but because of my own insecurities, my own failures. I had lashed out, needing someone to blame, and she had been the nearest target. The memory of her crumpled face as I spat those venomous words at her haunted me . I had wanted to hurt her, and had succeeded. But in doing so, I had destroyed the one thing I cherished most.

I pulled on my clothes, each movement slow and deliberate, like I was dragging myself through quicksand. My mind was a battlefield of conflicting emotions—regret, guilt, despair—but underlying it all was a thread of hope. The smallest hope that maybe, just maybe, I could fix what I had broken.