In a world where love teeters on the edge of obsession, she clings to the man who has wounded her time and again. Her heart, bound by a love so fierce it consumes her, refuses to let go, even as he repeatedly falters. But beneath her unwavering devo...
Suggested song : "Bad Liar" by Imagine Dragons or "Be Intehaan" from Race 2
The night felt heavier than usual as Neha scrolled through her phone, her brow furrowed. Sanna sat across from her, legs stretched out on the dorm bed, flipping through a magazine absentmindedly.
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"Sanna," Neha said, breaking the silence, "Ankit had an accident."
Sanna didn't even look up, rolling her eyes as if this was just another one of Ankit's ploys. "Oh, please. He's faked this kind of drama before falling all pitiful just to get attention. It's just another one of his games."
Neha's expression shifted to concern. "But what if it's real this time? He's in the hospital, Sanna. He could actually be hurt. You haven't spoken to him in weeks."
Sanna crossed her arms, feeling her anger rise. "I don't care, Neha. I'm done with the lies and manipulation. If he's hurt, fine he has other friends to lean on. I'm not going to get sucked into this."
Neha sighed but didn't push further. She knew Sanna was stubborn, especially when it came to Ankit. The trust had been broken, and it wasn't going to be mended easily.
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The next day, Sanna met Keyan for coffee at their usual spot. He seemed a bit distracted, stirring his coffee absently before finally bringing up what was clearly on his mind.
"I heard about Ankit's accident," he said, cautiously, not wanting to trigger an argument.
Sanna's eyes narrowed as she took a sip of her cappuccino. "Don't start, Keyan. He's faking it. You don't know him like I do he just wants sympathy. He's done this before."
Keyan leaned forward, trying to reason with her. "But you were friends for so long, Sanna. It's not about the last few weeks or the drama. At least visit him once if he really is hurt, this is the decent thing to do."
Sanna scoffed, setting her cup down a little too forcefully. "If he's really hurt, he can call me. I'm not going to the hospital to entertain his charade."
Keyan rubbed the back of his neck, sensing her resistance but still feeling uneasy. "What harm could it do to just check on him once? Maybe it'll give you some closure."
"I've already made up my mind, Keyan," Sanna said firmly, her eyes hard. "I'm not going."
---×---×---
Later that evening, Ritik joined them as they all hung out at a nearby café. He'd heard about the situation and had his own two cents to add.
"Look, Sanna," Ritik said, leaning back in his chair, "I get that you're pissed at Ankit. But you guys had a solid friendship for years. You can't just throw it all away overnight. Maybe seeing him will bring some closure, like Keyan said."
Sanna shook her head, her resolve unshaken. "You guys don't understand. Ankit is manipulating everyone. This accident? It's just another way for him to get attention. I'm not falling for it."
