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Despite the scars of the past, their connection remains unbroken, drawing them back to each other as they learn that true love can weather any storm.
ᡣ𐭩 𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐈 𝐱 𝐀𝐀𝐃𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈 𝐊𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 ᡣ𐭩 .
And if you think like this, i will publish the next chapter without target completion, THEN TRY ME...!!
I only did this because i gave my words for saturday.
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With that thought, Ishan began to rise from his chair, his legs trembling as tears welled up in his eyes. An ache throbbed deep in his chest, every breath carrying the weight of his guilt. Aadhriti filled his mind, her face flashing before him, her pain echoing in his soul. His vision blurred, not from the tears, but from the overwhelming guilt that gripped his entire being. Everything played in his mind like a haunting movie, every memory of her twisting the knife deeper. The room around him seemed to dissolve, his senses numbed by the agonizing realization of what he had done.
In trying to protect her happiness, he had only gave her the deepest wounds. He had tried to shield her from sorrow, only to be the cause of her greatest suffering. Every choice he made, every attempt to see her smile had backfired, and now all that was left was the unbearable weight of knowing that he had destroyed what he cherished most.
Yet, amidst the despair, Ishan knew one thing for certain—he would fight to mend what was broken, even if it meant suffering in the process. He understood that to rebuild the shattered pieces of their relationship, he would have to endure the pain, the heartache, and possibly, more wounds. But none of it mattered. Not the injuries, not the suffering, because at the end of it all, it was Dhriti—his Dhriti—who would be waiting for him. He could already see her, standing there with open arms, ready to embrace him despite everything.
Just as Ishan was about to stand fully, Siddharth reached out and grabbed his hand. Ishan blinked, his brow furrowing as he looked down at Siddharth's hand in confusion. His mind was still wrapped around thoughts of Aadhriti, his heart barely registering anything else. Slowly, Siddharth released his grip, a silent gesture for Ishan to sit back down.
But Ishan remained motionless, his thoughts too consumed by her, by the guilt that was drowning him. Siddharth, knowing Ishan far too well, could see the turmoil behind his friend's distant eyes. He knew exactly what must be running through Ishan's mind, how the guilt was eating him alive.
“I know who’s behind it all…!” Siddharth’s voice sliced through the silence like a blade, each word falling heavy between them.
Ishan froze, his mind racing to catch up with what Siddharth had just said. His heart pounded violently in his chest, his hands clenched into tight fists. As the weight of Siddharth’s words sank in, shock widened Ishan’s eyes. His entire body stiffened, and for a moment, the room felt charged with an ominous energy.
But it wasn’t just shock that painted Ishan’s features now—there was something darker. Rage. Fury. A wrath so deep it threatened to consume him whole. His stormy grey eyes burned with a wild, dangerous intensity. The storm inside him roared to life, ready to unleash destruction, a fury that would stop at nothing to tear down everything in its path.
