'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing h...
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ISHAN'S POV :
After what felt like an eternity, I finally pushed myself up from where I sat, the faint vibration of my phone against my thigh breaking through the numbness.
I didn't go inside the room. Instead, I took a slow step back, then another, turning away, leaving that suffocating silence behind me like a heavy curtain I couldn't push through.
And just like that, once again,I was lost. Lost in a world where only darkness clung to me, where there was no hope, no love, no strength. Only pain.
The corridor stretched ahead, empty and echoing with my footsteps as I made my way toward the staircase. My phone buzzed again against my pocket, but I didn't even glance at it. I couldn't. I'd already had enough for one lifetime.
She had always been my hope-the faintest ray of light in the darkness of my life. She had always been the hand I reached for when I stumbled, the anchor that steadied me when everything else crumbled. Even in the cleft of pain and betrayal, she had been the one person I could still rely on. My sunshine.
But today... today I felt it, truly felt it, her hand slipping away from mine. Her absence like a door closing, leaving me in a room full of shadows where I no longer knew how to breathe, how to survive. How to survive without her.
My phone vibrated again, a dull pulse against my leg.
No doubt, my family loved me. They always had. But after losing my grandmother, after moving to Delhi, I had never found another person with whom I could be vulnerable, with whom I could share my raw, unfiltered self.
Shivay had tried. He had managed to chip away at those walls sometime, but not always.
My grandparents had been my home, my safe place. They listened to my endless rants with a patience no one else had. Since childhood, they were my only people, my comfort zone.
After losing them, I grew quiet. I buried myself in studies. I spoke less. I slipped out of gatherings early. I kept searching for an exit from the darkness, but the more I tried to escape, the deeper I sank.
Until...
Until that one day. The day I met her.
She stood there-red top, blue jeans, a white cap perched on her head, shoulder-length hair falling free-as she bent over the school form. Our first meeting. Our first fight. The encounter where our rivalry began.
