SHATTERED ROSES

Chapter 11

Rachit's P.O.V

I stormed out of her house, my anger boiling over. How could she choose her brother over her safety? Didn't she know how much I cared about her?

But even as I walked away, I couldn't shake off the feeling of worry. Was she okay? Was she taking care of herself?

I found myself asking Tanu, her friend, about her constantly. "How is she doing?" "Is she eating well?"

Tanu would just smile and say, "She's fine, Rachit. Don't worry."

But I couldn't help it. I was worried. I was angry that she had risked her health for her brother, who didn't even care about her.

Every time I thought about calling her, my anger would resurface. "Why should I?" I would think. "She chose him over me."

But the argument with my father kept playing in my head. "You're not good enough for anybody."

I knew I had to calm down, but it was hard. I felt like I was losing her, and it was killing me.

As the days went by, I realized that I had to find a way to let go of my anger and worry. I had to move on.

But a part of me still cared about her, still wondered if she was okay.

And that's when I knew, I have to let go of my anger.

I stood outside her house, clutching a bucket of flowers, my heart racing with anxiety. I had been thinking about this moment for weeks, wondering if I should even try to make amends.

But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had been wrong to leave her, to prioritize my anger over her well-being.

I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

She opened it, her eyes narrowing as she saw me standing there. "What do you want, Rachit?"

I held out the flowers. "I came to apologize. I was wrong to leave you, to prioritize my anger over your feelings."

She looked at the flowers, then back at me, her expression softening slightly. "I don't know, Rachit. I'm still hurt."

I nodded. "I understand. I hurt you, and for that, I'm truly sorry."

We stood there in silence for a moment, the only sound being the rustling of the flowers in the wind.

Then, she stepped aside, allowing me to enter. "Come in."

We sat down in the living room, the tension between us palpable.

"I'm sorry too," she said suddenly. "I know my brother's actions were wrong, and I should have stood up for you more."

I shook my head. "No, it's not your fault. I should have been more understanding."

We talked for hours, clearing up misunderstandings and apologizing to each other.

Then, she dropped a bombshell. "My brother's in a rehab center. He's mended his ways, and I'm proud of him."

I was taken aback. "That's amazing! I'm so proud of him too."

We smiled at each other, the tension between us dissipating.

"Thank you for coming, Rachit," she said, her eyes shining with tears. "I forgive you even though I was hurt that you left and wasn't picking up my calls. I thought that I had lost you forever."

"I'm very sorry my love. Believe me when I say I was torturing myself. And there wasn't a single day that I didn't think about you." I wiped her tears feeling guilty and hurt.