Bade Sapne

◇ Part 2 ◇

Shubman's POV

The door slammed behind Vira, and the sound echoed in the sudden silence that followed. My smirk faded immediately, the satisfaction I thought I'd feel nowhere to be found. Instead, there was a cold emptiness in the pit of my stomach.

I glanced at Priya, whose glare had shifted from murderous to pure disgust. Abhishek was rubbing the back of his neck, clearly uncomfortable, avoiding eye contact with everyone. It was like I'd pulled the pin on a grenade and tossed it into the middle of the room, not realising I was still standing in the blast radius.

Shit.

The words I'd thrown at Vira played back in my mind, and each one felt worse than the last. You don't belong here. Pretending. Not one of us.

What the hell had I just done?

I took a breath, trying to steady myself, but it didn't help. All I could see was the look on her face-the confusion, the hurt, the anger. She wasn't expecting it, and why would she? I didn't even understand why I'd said it. It was like the words just spilled out, too fast to catch, too sharp to soften.

"Seriously, man?" Priya's voice broke through my thoughts, her tone filled with pure disdain. "What the hell was that?"

I didn't have an answer. I couldn't even meet her eyes.

Abhishek, finally breaking the tension, muttered, "I think you need to fix this, bro. Fast."

I didn't wait for Priya to agree, or to offer another scathing comment. I didn't need to be told twice. My feet were moving before I even made the decision to follow her, my chest tightening with guilt. The hallway outside the apartment felt longer than it ever had before, the faint echo of my footsteps the only sound as I hurried toward the staircase.

What had I done?

I pushed through the door to the stairs, taking them two at a time, my mind racing. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. I didn't even know why I'd attacked her like that-why I felt the need to hurt her, push her away. But I did, and now I was paying the price for it.

I reached the street outside, scanning the sidewalk for any sign of her. I spotted her a few meters ahead, walking quickly, her head down as if she was trying to block out the world. My stomach churned as I jogged to catch up with her, the words of an apology forming in my mind, though none of them felt good enough.

"Vira!" I called out, my voice strained. She didn't stop.

I picked up my pace, finally catching up and reaching for her arm. She pulled away sharply, spinning around to face me, her expression a mix of anger and pain.

"What do you want, Shubman?" she snapped, her voice shaking. "Haven't you said enough?"

"I-" I faltered, the apology I'd been planning caught in my throat. Her eyes were glassy, hurt flickering in their depths, and I realised just how much I'd screwed up.

"I didn't mean it," I finally managed to say, my voice low. "I swear, Vira. I didn't mean any of it."

"Really? Because it sure sounded like you did," she shot back, her arms crossed defensively over her chest. "What was all that about, huh? Pretending? Not belonging? What the hell, Shubman?"

I took a step closer, but she didn't move. I could feel the weight of my words pressing down on me, regret gnawing at every corner of my mind. "I-I don't know," I admitted, running a hand through my hair in frustration. "I was angry. I didn't think-"

"You didn't think?" she interrupted, her voice rising. "That's your excuse? That's all you have to say?"

I stood there, helpless, unsure how to fix the mess I'd made. "I'm sorry," I said, and I meant it. "I was an asshole, I know. I just-"

"Why?" she demanded, cutting me off again, her voice softer now but no less hurt. "Why would you say all of that? What did I do to make you hate me so much?"

I flinched at her words. Hate? No, that wasn't it at all. It wasn't hate-I didn't hate her. But then why had I said it? Why had I lashed out at her like that, when she'd done nothing wrong?

"I don't hate you, Vira," I said quietly, my chest tightening at the sight of her hurt expression. "I don't."

"Then why?" she asked again, her voice barely above a whisper now.

I didn't have a good answer. How could I explain the mess of emotions that had driven me to this point? The jealousy I didn't want to admit, the weird tension between us, the fact that she was so... comfortable around Ishan, so natural in his world, even when I'd tried to convince myself that she wasn't.

"I... I can't say..." I admitted, my voice hollow. "I just... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said any of it."

She stared at me for a long moment, her arms still crossed, but her expression softening just a little. The tension between us was still thick, still heavy, but there was something else there now-an understanding, maybe. Or at least the beginning of one.

"You can't just take back words like that, Shubman," she said, her voice quieter but firm. "You hurt me. You can't just say 'sorry' and expect it to fix everything."

"I know," I whispered, guilt weighing me down. "I know. But I'm going to do whatever it takes to get you to forgive me."

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