Siya's life in Chandipur was marked by resilience and solitude, her days consumed by nurturing the vibrant blooms of her flower shop. Abandoned at birth and haunted by the mystery of her parents' disappearance, she had grown accustomed to the whispe...
📖 How can love protect, when trust is left broken? ﹌﹌﹌﹌﹌ ˚ ༘♡ 🪷🪕🪞🦢⋆｡˚ ❀
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What was she thinking?
My hands clenched the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white as I drove through the chaotic streets to the hospital. Siya lay in the back seat, her wrist broken, unconscious, and it was my fault. I should have protected her, should have known what was happening. But she didn't trust me enough to tell me the truth.
How could she keep this from me?
A deep pain gnawed at my chest as I glanced back at her through the rearview mirror, panic coursing through me. What if something happens to her? My mind spun with worst-case scenarios. She's hurt because of me? And now, knowing that her wrist was broken by Devraj; he would pay. I would drag him from hell if I had to, but he wouldn't escape my wrath. Mahendra was already dead, but that wasn't enough.
Nothing was enough.
I was the one who had been following her for months. From the moment I saw her again after all those years, I knew something was wrong. I saw the fear in her eyes. I watched her meet with strange men, always anxious, always glancing over her shoulder. I gave her so many chances to come clean, to tell me what was happening, but she didn't. She refused to trust me, and that cut deeper than any wound. I was losing her all over again, and this time, I wasn't sure I could fix it.
The pain that twisted inside me was almost unbearable. I had watched her from the shadows, hoping she'd turn to me. Hoping she'd stop running.
But she didn't.
I pressed the accelerator harder, weaving through traffic, my thoughts a storm of rage and frustration. This had been going on for ten years. Ever since I was 20 and she was 18, everything had spiraled out of control.
Ten years of distance, ten years of pain.
Where was I in all of this? Where was I when she needed me the most? Why couldn't she see that I would do anything for her, that she was the only thing that mattered? Didn't I deserve to know the truth? The reason for our parting? A flash of memory hit me, dragging me back to our college days. Back when everything was different, simpler... before it all fell apart.
Flashback: College Days
It was lunchtime, and Siya was walking down the corridor, her light blue kurti flowing around her like a breeze.Honestly, I couldn't take my eyes off her. She didn't know, but I was watching her from a distance, like I always did. My heart pounded faster every time I saw her, and before I knew it, I was moving toward her. Something about her made me lose control, made me want to claim her, even back then.
Without thinking, I reached out and grabbed her arm, pulling her gently but firmly toward the wall. Her eyes widened, and she gasped, startled. Her body pressed against the cold concrete as I stood close, too close, my hand resting on the wall beside her face. I could see the pulse in her throat racing.
