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Lavanya

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Arjun's pov

Shivika... I know she'll get hurt, and I wish I didn't have to do this. But what choice do I have? I didn't want to hurt her. I never wanted to see her in pain. But I'm hurting too. I'm alone. And she... she's the one person who was supposed to be with me. She's the one person who was supposed to understand.

I've been waiting. I've been patient. But now I have to make her see what she's walking away from. I have to make her feel this, because if I don't, I might lose her forever. She'll come back to me, I know it. She'll realize who truly loved her, who was there all along.

Shivika's pov

I was in the grocery store, trying to pick up the ingredients Mumma had asked for. She had been teaching me how to cook lately-I was learning to make new dishes to surprise Samar. Today was special, though. I was going to try my hand at making Shahi Paneer, a dish I knew he'd love. Mumma was always there, guiding me, giving me the confidence I needed to make it perfect.

But as I loaded the ingredients into the basket, Why is everything so expensive? I thought, staring at the price tags. I could almost feel the weight of the world pressing down on me, as if everything-every damn thing-was conspiring to make my day harder than it had to be.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a sharp, searing pain exploded in my scalp. A hand, like iron, grabbed my hair, wrenching it back so violently I thought my neck might snap.

"AAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!" I screamed, the pain blurring my vision. My body jerked involuntarily as I tried to break free from the merciless grip. It felt like my scalp was being torn from my skull.

The store was immediately filled with stares. People froze, watching me struggle to free myself. Finally, with all the strength I could muster, I yanked myself away. Gasping for breath, I spun around, heart hammering in my chest. And there, standing with a cruel, smug look on her face, was a girl.

"WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU?!" I screamed, my voice shaking with a mix of shock and fury.

She just smiled-a smile that sent chills down my spine. "Oh, darling... what the hell is wrong with you?" she said, her voice oozing arrogance.

I was furious now. Every inch of me screamed to fight back. "Listen, yo-"

But before I could say another word, she cut me off, her voice dripping with venom. "O HELLO, SAMAR SE DUR RAHO! SAMJHI? WARNA IS BAAR SIRF WARNING DE RAHI HOON, NEXT TIME I'LL KILL YOU!"

The words hit me like a slap to the face. I stood there, frozen for a moment, trying to process what she had just said. What? My chest tightened, my throat constricted, but I fought to keep my voice steady. "Oh acha... aur tum hoti kon ho, ye bolne wali mujhse?" I sneered back, my words sharp and accusing.

But the girl wasn't fazed. She just tilted her head, a mocking smile curling her lips. "I'm his fiancé. And soon to be Mrs. Raichand."

I felt the world shift beneath me. Fiancé? Mrs. Raichand? My mind reeled, my heart racing in disbelief. "No... no, you're lying!" I stammered, trying desperately to make sense of what she was saying. This can't be real. This can't be happening.

But then, her words cut through me, slicing open the fragile cocoon of my thoughts.

"Huh, listen... he was just using you for some fun, okay? You were just a little whore he had for a while. I'm the one he'll marry. Just look at yourself-you look so damn disgusting... WHY WOULD HE LEAVE ME FOR YOU?"