They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Tujh se dur jaane ka koi irada na tha Par rukte bhi kaise jab tu hamara na tha
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A wall of screens lit the dim room — each displaying a different corner of Mumbai. Traffic lights flickered. Crowds blurred. No sign of her.
Adair stood in the middle, hands clenched at his sides, jaw locked tight. His eyes scanned every frame, over and over, refusing to blink.
His lips parted as he muttered to himself, barely audible — "Where are you, Mishti..." His voice cracked slightly. The weight of her absence pulled at his chest like a chain.
A security officer stepped forward, trying to be helpful. "Sir... we'll notify you the moment we spot her. But maybe... maybe check nearby too. She might've gone home, sir."
Adair turned his head slowly — eyes tired, intense. He stared at the man.
No words. Just a long, quiet look that said: You think I haven't already?
But after a beat, he gave a small nod. Then turned and walked out without another word — footsteps echoing down the hallway, heavy and urgent.
Ooo
PARKING LOT
He swung open the car door and slid into the driver's seat. No seatbelt. No pause.
His hands gripped the steering wheel. Knuckles white. Breath shallow. The key twisted. The engine roared to life.
But he didn't drive off just yet.
He exhaled — chest rising like he was holding back a scream. His head fell forward for a second, forehead resting lightly against the wheel.
"Jab bhi sab kuch batane ka sochta hoon... kuch na kuch ho jaata hai." ("Whenever I plan to tell you everything... something always happens.")
He blinked slowly, then sat up straight, determination filling his frame. "Bas... aaj keh dunga. Sab kuch. Chahe jo ho jaye." ("Enough... I'll tell her everything today. No matter what happens.")
His voice had a finality to it — like a man at the edge of a cliff finally ready to jump.
He shifted gears and sped out of the lot — eyes scanning streets, corners, sidewalks like they were maps to her soul.
His heart pounded in his chest — fast, heavy, erratic. He drove like he was chasing time.
Inside his head — chaos.
What if she saw something? What if she already knows? What if... she leaves?
His throat tightened. He couldn't bear that thought.
He whispered, as if she could hear him through the wind. "Please... come back. Wherever you are." "Bas ek baar mil jao...(Just let me find you once...) I promise, I won't hide anything ever again."
