SHATTERED ROSES

Chapter 12

Rachit's P.O.V

couldn't shake off the feeling of rejection and confusion as I walked into my living room. My brother Vishal was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I flopped down beside him, feeling defeated.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Vishal asked, noticing my expression.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "It's just...I really like this girl, but she's giving me mixed signals. One minute she's into me, the next she's pushing me away."

Vishal nodded thoughtfully. "Don't rush things, bro. Respect her decisions. If she's not ready, then give her space."

I nodded, taking his advice to heart. Vishal put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a hug.

"Things will work out, bro. Just be patient."

As we hugged, I caught a whiff of a familiar perfume - the same scent she had been wearing earlier. My mind started racing, but I pushed the thought aside.

"Thanks, Vishal. I needed that," I said, pulling back from the hug.

Vishal smiled and clapped me on the back. "Anytime, bro. Now get some sleep. Things will look better in the morning."

I nodded and headed to my room, my mind still racing with thoughts of her. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, but I pushed it aside and focused on my brother's words of wisdom. I drifted off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would bring clarity and a fresh start.

I couldn't shake off the feeling of rejection and confusion as I walked into my living room. My brother Vishal was sitting on the couch, watching TV. I flopped down beside him, feeling defeated.

"Hey, man, what's up?" Vishal asked, noticing my expression.

I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. "It's just...I really like this girl, but she's giving me mixed signals. One minute she's into me, the next she's pushing me away."

Vishal nodded thoughtfully. "Don't rush things, bro. Respect her decisions. If she's not ready, then give her space."

I nodded, taking his advice to heart. Vishal put a hand on my shoulder and pulled me into a hug.

"Things will work out, bro. Just be patient."

As we hugged, I caught a whiff of a familiar perfume - the same scent she had been wearing earlier. My mind started racing, but I pushed the thought aside.

"Thanks, Vishal. I needed that," I said, pulling back from the hug.

Vishal smiled and clapped me on the back. "Anytime, bro. Now get some sleep. Things will look better in the morning."

I nodded and headed to my room, my mind still racing with thoughts of her. I couldn't shake off the feeling that something was off, but I pushed it aside and focused on my brother's words of wisdom. I drifted off to sleep, hoping that tomorrow would bring clarity and a fresh start.

Siya's P.O.V

A few days passed, and I was still reeling from the events that had transpired. I was surprised when Vishal showed up at my doorstep, looking contrite.

"Hey, I wanted to apologize for kissing you without your consent," he said, his eyes sincere. "But I can't apologize for loving you. I know it's fast, but I can't help how I feel."

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him, unsure of what to say. I was still processing my own feelings, and his confession only added to the confusion.

"Vishal, I...I don't know what to say," I stammered.

He took a step closer, his eyes pleading. "Just hear me out. Your brother has been asking to see you, and I thought it would be a good idea if we went to the rehab center together."

My mind raced as I considered his words. I hadn't seen my brother in months, and the thought of facing him scared me. But with Vishal by my side, maybe it wouldn't be so bad.

As we walked to the rehab center, I couldn't help but feel a strong connection to Vishal. It was as if my heart was betraying me, and I was scared to admit it.

When we arrived, my brother was overjoyed to see me, and Vishal was supportive and kind. But as we spent more time together, I couldn't shake off the feeling that my feelings for Vishal were growing stronger by the minute.

I was scared and guilty, unsure of what to do. Was I betraying Rachit by having feelings for his someone else? And what did it mean for our complicated love triangle?

As he walked me to my doorstep, Vishal took my hand and pulled me closer, his eyes locked on mine. "Reconsider your feelings," he whispered. "I know you have something for me, and I'm not going to force you or rush things. I'll wait for you to be ready."

My heart skipped a beat as I looked at him, his words sending a flutter through my chest. I knew he was right - I did have feelings for him, and I couldn't deny it anymore.

"Vishal, I..." I started, but he placed a finger on my lips.

"Don't say anything now," he said. "Just think about it, and when you're ready, we'll talk. I'll be here, waiting for you."

He pulled me into a gentle hug, and I felt my defenses crumble. I knew I had a lot to think about, but with Vishal's patience and understanding, I felt a sense of hope that maybe, just maybe, we could figure this out together. I'm afraid, I'm scared of making the wrong decisions. I love Rachit but why do I feel attracted to Vishal. I don't want to hurt Rachit and I don't want to disappoint Vishal.

As I walked into the house, I saw Rachit playing with Sunny, my little brother, and Tanu, our family friend. They were laughing and having a great time, and my heart swelled with love for them.

Rachit looked up and saw me standing there, and he asked, "Who was at the door?"

I hesitated, feeling a pang of guilt. I didn't want to lie, but I didn't know how to tell him the truth either. So I said, "It was just a neighbor."

Rachit nodded and went back to playing with Sunny and Tanu. But I couldn't shake off the feeling of guilt. I knew I had to tell him the truth eventually.

As I watched them play, I felt a lump form in my throat. I walked over to Rachit and hugged him tight, sobbing uncontrollably.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Rachit asked, concern etched on his face.

"I'm so sorry," I said, my voice shaking.

Rachit's expression changed, but he didn't say anything. Instead, he pulled me into a hug and said, "I'm sorry too. I was wrong to pressure you last night. Can we start fresh and move forward?"

I nodded, still feeling guilty. We spent the rest of the day playing together, laughing and enjoying each other's company. It was a new beginning for us, and I was not ready for the outcome.