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Chapter 13: Why God?

Radhika's POV:

We returned home in complete silence, the weight of our earlier conversation pressing down on us.

The air between us felt thick with unresolved tension, emotions lingering just beneath the surface, threatening to spill over at any moment.

As soon as we stepped inside, Samar broke the silence, his voice soft and careful. "What will you have for dinner?"

But I couldn't even think about food. The turmoil inside me was too overwhelming. "Nothing. I'm not hungry," I muttered, avoiding his gaze.

Without waiting for a response, I headed straight to my room. Once there, I quickly changed into my pajamas, trying to shake off the feelings that were clawing at me from every direction. I crawled into bed, curling my legs up as I stared at the ceiling.

My mind was spinning, replaying every word, every moment from the park. Tears welled up in my eyes as I questioned everything.
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Why is this happening? Why can't I just move on? Why did he have to come back into my life and stir everything up again?

It felt like a cruel joke-just when I was starting to convince myself that I could live without him, he came back, reminding me of everything I had tried so hard to forget.

I let out a shaky breath, feeling the tears slip down my temples, wetting the pillow beneath me.

"Why, God? Why are you doing this to me?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the stillness of the room. I wanted to scream, to let out all the frustration, the hurt, the love that had been tangled up inside me for so long. But I couldn't. I just lay there, feeling utterly lost.

I was so deep in my thoughts that I almost didn't hear the knock on the door. It was gentle, hesitant.

I blinked, wiping at my eyes before turning my head towards the sound. Samar was standing in the doorway, holding a plate of food. The sight of him made my heart ache even more.

"Radhika, please eat something," he said softly, stepping into the room.

"I told you I'm not hungry," I replied, my voice weak, trying to muster some strength, but failing miserably.

He walked over to the bed, sitting down beside me. "Naarazgi mujhse hai, khane se nahi," he said gently, his eyes full of concern. "Isliye ab chup chap khao."

Before I could protest, he picked up a spoonful of food and brought it to my lips. I hesitated, the urge to push him away battling with the warmth that spread through me at his simple act of care. His words echoed in my mind, and the truth in them broke down my resistance.

I opened my mouth, allowing him to feed me. The food was warm, comforting, but it wasn't just the food that soothed me-it was the way he was looking at me, the gentleness in his eyes, the way his hands moved carefully, making sure I ate.

My emotions swirled, a mixture of sadness, longing, and a deep, overwhelming love for him.

I wanted so badly to reach out, to hug him, to bury my face in his chest and tell him how much I still loved him, how much I had missed him.

But I didn't. Instead, I quietly ate the food he fed me, every bite filled with the emotions I couldn't bring myself to voice.

As I chewed, my eyes welled up again, but I quickly blinked the tears away, not wanting to break down in front of him again.

But I knew he could see the turmoil in my eyes. He didn't say anything, though. He just continued feeding me, his presence steady and reassuring.

When the plate was empty, he set it aside and looked at me, his hand hesitating before he gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry, Radhika," he whispered, his voice filled with regret.