✶𝑴𝒚𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒊𝒐𝒖𝒔 𝒑𝒂𝒔𝒕 ✶
Two people completely in love and inseparable but ......one big incident changed their life and they got separated.... what will happen when destiny brings them together and tie them In a knot of marriage...
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3000 words
Abhi's pov:
I sat at the edge of the bed, staring at Shivani as she slept. After she had went still in my arms I had carried her down to our room and laid her on the bed. She looked so peaceful, her body curled up under the blanket, completely unaware of the storm raging inside me.
I could barely breathe. The weight of everything she'd told me was crushing my chest. How had she lived with all that pain, fear, and torment? And how the hell had I not known? God, how could I have been so blind?I clenched my hands into fists, my nails biting into my palms as memories flooded back-the arguments, the coldness, the resentment I had felt toward her.
All the times I snapped at her, thinking she didn't care, that she didn't love me. I thought she was betraying me, but now I knew the truth-she never walked away from me. She walked away from my reaction to what happened to her. She was terrified, terrified to be judged, terrified to see disgust in the eyes of people whome she loves. She was haunted by things far worse than I could've imagined.
Just then the screen of her phone that was kept on the side table lit up as she got a notification and i saw my photo as her wallpaper with a doodling 'My hero'
A sob rises in my throat before I can stop it, and I bury my face in my hands. I can't keep it in anymore. The tears just fall."I'm not your hero, Shivani," I whisper through my sobs. "I couldn't save you. I wasn't there when you needed me. I wasn't the one protecting you..." I try to muffle the sound, but it's too late. Everything I've held back, every regret, every ounce of guilt is pouring out of me now, and I can't stop it. My whole body shakes, and I feel like I'm suffocating under the weight of it all.
"I should've been there for you," I whisper, my voice cracking, barely holding together. "I should've loved you. Held you. But instead... I was too busy hating you. Too busy punishing you for something you never did."
She had been through hell, and I hated her for it.How had I missed the signs? The way she flinched when I got too close. How sometimes she just seemed to disappear into herself, like she wasn't even in the room with me. I thought she didn't love me, that she didn't trust me, when all along she was trying to protect herself.
Protect the shattered pieces of her heart. And yet, she had trusted me-trusted me enough to let me touch her. I thought about the first time she hesitated, that split-second where she pulled away before she let me in. I hadn't seen it for what it was.
I was too wrapped up in my own insecurities. She feared touch, feared intimacy, and yet, she let me in. She trusted me with her body, with her heart, when she barely trusted herself.
The thought ripped through me, and before I could stop it, a sob tore out of my throat. The sound was rough, raw, like it had been building inside me for years.
I tried to swallow it down, but I couldn't. The tears came, hot and stinging as they fell down my face. My chest heaved with the weight of it all. How could I have been so cruel to her, even unknowingly? She had suffered enough, and all I did was make it worse.
