Dil Dhadakne Do 𐙚

Chapter - 12

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I wake up with a jolt, my heart pounding in my chest as if it’s trying to escape. The room is still dark, the only light filtering in through the curtains, but I know what day it is. Today is the day of the charity gala. The one day of the year I dread more than any other.

I close my eyes, hoping to push away the rush of memories, but they flood in anyway, unbidden and relentless.

My mother’s laugh, her warm smile as she brushed a stray lock of hair from my forehead. My father’s deep, reassuring voice as he held me close. The scent of my mother’s perfume, the way my father’s hand would ruffle my hair after a long day. The way we all used to sit together, the entire family, in our living room, laughing, talking about nothing and everything.

I can still hear my mother calling my name, still see my father’s proud smile when I showed him my school report card. They’re just memories now, memories that hurt more than I’d like to admit.

I shake my head, forcing myself to sit up. The last thing I need right now is to get lost in the past. But it’s hard—so damn hard to keep those memories at bay, especially on a day like this. I can feel the panic rising, that familiar weight settling in my chest, making it hard to breathe. I’ve been here before, too many times to count. The anxiety, the fear, the guilt—it’s always the same, and it never gets any easier.

I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself, but the memories just keep coming. The sound of screeching tires, the shattering of glass, the blood...

No. I can’t do this right now. Not today.