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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a life on her own, but beneath the surface, she carries deep emotional pain. Losing her...
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Aakarsh's POV:
"Maaf kar do unhe! (Forgive them)" She said again, I was still confused, like how can she ask me to forgive them? Does she also think that they were right?
I got up from her lap and stood up from the couch, "Do you even know, what you are asking me to do?" I asked in a cold voice.
"Relax!" She came forward and cupped my cheeks. "Just try to breathe first" she tried to calm me down.
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out
Breathe in
Breathe out
I followed what she asked me to do, "Now come inside." She commanded, I was angry a while ago, but still I followed her like her puppet.
"Go and get freshened up." She insisted. "What?" I inquired. "I said, go and take shower, I am waiting." She ordered.
I was heading towards my room but then something caught my attention and I turned back, I saw her struggling with her lehenga that she was wearing.
I slowly headed towards my room and then, opened my cupboard, I took a pair of t-shirt and lower.
I went back to the hall, where she was sitting, she looked up at me. "You are still here?" She raised her eyebrows.
"I am going for a shower, but I guess, you should also change." I insisted. "Ohh great thankyou!" She said happily and I smiled before heading towards the bathroom.
I was about to open the door of the bathroom, when my eyes stopped on the back of my hand, my knuckles, my lips formed into a smile thinking about the moment when she pecked on the same spot.
"Ohh, if she is going to treat me like this, then I will have no regret in getting my entire body injured." I imagined while, I unbuttoned my shirt.
I had her words echoing in my ears, she called me 'Jaan (life)', she left everything in the middle just to check on me, she came here without even thinking twice. Does she loves me? Should I really propose her? But, why did she say that I should forgive those people? What if, she also considers me worng?
"Is she mad to stay with you in your house all alone? If she considers it your fault, is she mad to peck you, pamper you, make you calm down you stupid, idiot, lover boy." My inner self voiced out.
