𝔅𝔯𝔬𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔅𝔯𝔦𝔡𝔢 𝔖𝔢𝔯𝔦𝔢𝔰 #2
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Nitya Heer Tiwari had always been the strong one-the loyal friend, fierce and protective to her core.
But when tragedy strikes, h...
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I step into the plane, my heart heavy, my mind consumed by thoughts of Heer.
Today, she's resigning from her job, something she valued so much, all because of a photo with me.
I wanted her to claim me as her husband, to stand by me in front of everyone, but once again, she didn't.
She’s retreating into her walls, shutting me out when things get tough. She won't let me in.
A sigh escapes me as I buckle my seatbelt, the weight of it all pressing down on me.
Why is this happening to us?
The announcement for takeoff echoes, but I can't focus. I just stare out of the window, feeling the heaviness in my chest grow.
I spot a small figure running toward the plane, waving her hands. My heart skips a beat. It's my wife.
"Stop!" I shout, and the attendant quickly alerts the pilot.
The door opens, and a cold gust of wind hits me, making me shiver.
She’s running toward me, unprotected by a coat in the freezing cold.
"Stop right there!" I yell as I rush down the airstairs.
"Aman!" She calls, still running toward me despite my warnings.
I quickly take off my suit jacket and throw it over her as she crashes into me. She immediately wraps her arms tightly around my waist, and I pull her into a close hug, relieved she’s safe.
"Are you trying to kill me, Heer?" I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
She looks up at me, tears streaming down her face. "Aman, I’m sorry," she sobs. I gently cup her face in my palms, wiping away the tears.
"Why were you running, sweetheart?" I ask softly, as I brush away the last remnants of her tears.
"No... please, don’t leave me," she begs, her voice shaking. "I can't live without you."
Her words make my heart flutter, but then confusion hits me.
"Wait, what do you mean?" I ask, still trying to understand.
