His love

Chapter 35 "Unspoken Truths"

Naina's POV

Right now, we are watching random channels on television because no one has enough courage to talk. After dinner, everything goes silent when I said, "I'm scared. Maybe someone isn't being their true self in front of me." I see the look of confusion, worry, and disappointment on his face. I don't know why he makes that expression. Shouldn't it be me feeling all this? Well, okay, maybe he's bothered by something, but again, how should I tell him?

No, no, I need to tell him, but first...

"Sir, I have a question," I say, placing the remote on the small, white, beautiful tea table.

"Yeah," his gaze shifts towards me.

"Um... What would you do if one day you found out that your close friend isn't the person they appear to be?" I finally try to ask in a different way.

But his face... What's wrong with it? Why does he look more shocked than concerned? Is he...? No, no, that can't be it.

"Look, Naina, I know maybe you're doubting things, but trust me, it's not what you think," he says, taking a sip from his glass of water.

"Huh? What do you mean by this?" I ask, my voice tinged with worry. My heart is pounding as I try to read his expression. Why is he saying it like that? Does he know something about Shreya that I don't? Is he keeping me in the dark?

I feel the tension building in the room as he looks away, his eyes narrowing slightly as if he is choosing his words carefully. The way his jaw clenches makes me even more uneasy. My mind races, filled with doubts and questions. I see the reflection of the television's flickering lights in his eyes, but his gaze is distant, as if he is lost in thoughts of his own.

Does he already know about Shreya? Has he been hiding something from me all this time? The idea that he might be withholding information makes my stomach twist into knots. I can't tell if his silence is a sign of guilt or if he is trying to protect me from something I'm not ready to face. The weight of uncertainty is crushing, making me feel more vulnerable than ever.

I bite my lip, my hands fidgeting with the hem of my shirt as I wait for his response. The seconds feel like hours as I watch his face for any hint of what he is thinking. But all I can see is a mixture of concern and something else-something I can't quite place. Fear? Regret? Whatever it is, it only makes me more anxious.

"Advait, please," I finally whisper, my voice trembling. "If you know something, you need to tell me. I can't stand not knowing anymore."

His eyes finally meet mine, and in that moment, I can see the conflict within him. He opens his mouth to speak, but then hesitates, as if he is grappling with whether or not to reveal the truth. My heart is in my throat, waiting for his next words, hoping they will bring some clarity to the storm of confusion swirling inside me.

"Naina," he begins, his tone careful, "if you're asking about what happened... before the accident, I promise you, I had no idea it would lead to this. I would never have let anything happen to you if I'd known."

I blink, taken aback by his words. The accident? What is he talking about? It takes a moment for his meaning to sink in. He thinks I'm talking about the day I lost my memory. My heart sinks as I realize he has misunderstood my question completely. I wasn't asking about the accident-I was trying to talk about Shreya.