When the blind love turns to a heart shattering betrayal,
Love, lies and the long road to redemption: a heart wrenching story of broken heart, lost trust and a second chance.
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Swastik looked back and his heart ached as he watched Yashvi disappear into the crowd. He knew he had hurt her, and the thought of it was unbearable.
He wanted to run after her, to apologize and make things right, but his legs felt heavy, weighed down by his own emotions that he was not able to handle. He felt like he was reliving the pain and heartache all over again. He didn't know how to process, he didn't know how to face Yashvi again.
Days turned into weeks, and Swastik didn't see Yashvi again. He thought he had avoided her, but couldn't avoid the feelings lingered in his heart. He tried to focus on his studies, but his mind kept wandering back to her. He couldn't shake off the memory of her tears, her crying face.
One fateful day, Swastik was coming back from the park when he saw Yashvi standing alone, lost in thoughts, staring at a painting on the wall. She was looking breathtaking in that white dress.
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He felt an overwhelming urge to be near her. He approached her.
"Yashvi" He called out her name softly not to startle her.
She turned around and their eyes met. Swastik saw the hurt and confusion in her beautiful eyes. He knew he had to explain himself, although they just met but he still didn't wanted any misunderstanding between them, he still wanted to explain.
"Yashvi, I am sorry" He said, taking a step closer, "I was wrong to push you, I should not have behaved with you like that".
Yashvi looked at his eyes, with a glimmer of hope, searching for the answers,"What happened to you Swastik" She whispered softly, making Swastik more guilty that how can he hurt such an innocent soul.
Swastik's voice trembled as he began to unravel the tangled threads of his past, sharing with Yashvi the painful memories he had told her before but not everything, not every detail. He spoke of Navya, of the trust she had shattered, and the wounds that still lingered. With each word, he felt the weight of his secrets slowly lifting, like autumn leaves rustling to the ground.
As he delved deeper into his story, Swastik's eyes locked onto Yashvi's, searching for understanding and compassion. He knew she had glimpsed the shadows of his past before, but now he was revealing the full depth of his scars. The betrayal, the anger, the fear – all of it poured out like a river finally un dammed.
Yashvi listened with an unwavering gaze, her expression a mix of empathy and sorrow. She didn't interrupt, didn't judge; she simply let Swastik's words wash over her, carrying her into the depths of his pain.
As he finished speaking, Swastik felt a sense of vulnerability wash over him. He had exposed the rawest parts of himself, and now he waited, hoping that Yashvi would see the real him, scars and all.
Yashvi's eyes never left Swastik's face, her eyes filled with compassion and understanding. She saw the pain and the vulnerability etched on his features and her heart went out to him.
