Vaidehi - His Second chance [On Hold]

41. A New Start

Six months later

✿ Vaidehi✿

And just like that, the delicate threads of my beautifully woven world began to unravel.

Everything I had so carefully stitched together—our memories, our moments, the way his eyes used to hold mine with love and familiarity—was fraying at the seams. It felt like a tapestry, once vibrant and whole, now torn apart by hands I couldn't stop.

Without the recognition in his gaze, those threads that once connected us were snapping, one by one. My safe haven had come undone, and I was left standing in the wreckage, trying to hold on to something that had already slipped away.

I refuse to believe this is reality—I refuse to fall into the trap of this cruel fate.

But how can I not break down when his eyes no longer light up at the sight of me? When the warmth that once softened his gaze has vanished, when his face remains tense and distant, and the man I gave everything to—loved with every part of me—doesn't even know my name?

It feels like I'm drowning in the same ocean where we once sailed together, the ocean of our love. But now, instead of riding its waves, I'm being pulled under, dragged down into its depths. Because my anchor—my support—is gone. And with him gone, I'm sinking, unable to find my way back to the surface.

Where is the love he spoke of? Didn't he say he hated seeing my tears? Didn't he promise he'd never let them fall?

I want to go to him—grab him by the collar and shake him, shake his very soul until he remembers. Until I can stay near him, hearing his heartbeat, feeling its familiar rhythm, until I get my answers.

Until I'm sure he's my man—my Sanskaar. Until I'm sure we still have a future, still have a life to live. Because without him, everything feels like it's slipping through my fingers, and I can't let that happen. 

Wasn't he the one who held pieces of me and shaped me into the woman I am—the woman he used to call his own? The woman he belonged with? Is he like a child, needing to be reminded of how incomplete he is without me and how hollow I feel without him?

The doctors said it was a long-term memory loss, the kind where pressing too hard could lead to further complications.

Does this means he won't remember me? I don't know. I don't know anything apart from him.

And then they say that God does everything for good. What good, tell me? Are my tears somehow too good for the Almighty? Is He finding some twisted happiness in my suffering?

I refuse to accept that our bond, once so strong and vibrant, can simply vanish. I need him to remember us, to recall the life we built together. I need him to see how essential we are to each other, how his absence leaves a void that nothing else can fill.

I want him back!

This is cruel—he is cruel. I hate him for this. For making me so utterly miserable, for turning me into the most broken version of myself, for making me feel so lifeless, for making me forget how to breathe.

I hate you Sanskaar and I hate you the most because you didn't told me to love you for this day, you never told me I will have to live my days on my own. You were a lair.

Why do you understand that I'm alone in this world? You were the only one I had. If you weren't planning to stay with me forever, why did you build this world with me? Why did you make me see beautiful dreams, love me like no one else, and make me feel cherished, only to forget me in the end?

I knew life wasn't a fairy tale, but I still wanted a happy ending for us.

Whether by fate's will or by my own hand, I will snatch it.