𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐬 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞💕

CHAPTER 33 ♡

Ashvi brought food to Arya's room, hoping to cheer her up. When she opened the door, she saw it was already open. She looked around and saw Arya sitting by the window, staring off into space. Arya's eyes were fixed on something far away, her mind deep in thought. Ashvi felt a surge of concern and quietly entered the room. She saw the sadness in Arya's face and wanted to comfort her.

Ashvi's gentle voice called out to Arya, "Arya," piercing the silence. Arya's face slowly turned, her eyes locking onto Ashvi's warm smile. A faint smile spread across Arya's lips as she whispered,

"Ashvi," her voice barely audible. She rose from her seat by the window, her movements graceful, and walked towards the bed where Ashvi stood, the aroma of freshly cooked breakfast wafting from the tray. Ashvi's concerned eyes searched Arya's face as she asked, "How are you feeling now?"

Arya's smile faltered for a moment before she replied, "Good," her voice tinged with a hint of sadness. As they sat down together on the bed, Ashvi's hands guided Arya's to the tray, urging her to eat.

"Eat your breakfast, then you have to take your medicine," Ashvi reminded her, her voice firm yet gentle. But Arya's mind lingered on Shreyansh's sorrowful face, his deliberate avoidance of her after the intimate moment they shared in the bathroom just minutes ago. The memory of his touch, his lips on hers, still lingered on her skin,

but she made him think she regret what happened between them which she is not .
Arya's thoughts swirled with a mix of emotions as she gazed out the window, her eyes tracing the path Shreyansh had taken as he left the office without breakfast. She couldn't help but replay the tender moment they shared in the bathroom, the soft caress of his lips, the gentle touch of his hands. Her heart ached with longing, yearning for more moments like those. Yet, the weight of her past mistakes bore down on her, making her feel unworthy of his love. The memories of her errors, the pain she had caused him, taunted her, whispering that she didn't deserve him. Arya's mind wrestled with the conflicting emotions, torn between the desire to be with Shreyansh and the fear that she was too flawed to be loved by him.

"I'm not hungry," Arya replied, her voice barely above a whisper, as she gazed down at her hands, her fingers absently twirling a strand of hair. Her mind wandered to Shreyansh, who had left without eating, and her heart ached with concern. Ashvi's gentle hand enveloped hers, drawing her attention back to the present.

"What happened between you two now?" Ashvi asked, her brow furrowed with worry. "Everything was fine till yesterday, now what happened?" Arya's smile faltered, and she looked away, her eyes welling up with tears.

"Nothing was fine between us, nothing was, and nothing ever will be," she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. Ashvi's grip on her hand tightened, as if trying to infuse some strength into Arya's fragile state.

"Why are you hurting yourself and Shreyansh bhai? You know he loves you more than his own life, and you also love him, then why, Arya, why?" Ashvi's words poured out like a gentle rain, soothing yet piercing, as she tried to reach the depths of Arya's sorrow.

"I'm hurting for him, for his future," Arya whispered, her voice trembling as a long, silvery tear slid down her cheek. "I don't want to bring any more pain into his life. I want him to be happy, and if I stay in his life, I'll only bring him sorrow, nothing else." Her words hung in the air like a mournful sigh, as if the weight of her emotions was crushing her. Ashvi's grip on her hand tightened, as if trying to anchor Arya to reality.

"Are you mad, Arya? How can you think like that? Can Shreyansh bhai even imagine living without you? Can you live without him?":
You're his everything, his reason for being.":

Her words poured out like a passionate plea, as if trying to shake Arya out of her despair. "You're not just a part of his life, Arya, you're the very essence of it. He needs you like the air he breathes, like the beat of his heart. Don't you see, Arya, you're not hurting him by being in his life, you're completing him."