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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 .
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Wishing you all a very happy Vijay Dashmi. May all your good deeds win over the evil ones. May you all have the courage to fight with the negativity inside you. ✨ ______________________________________
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Ishan was too stunned to say anything, too paralyzed by the weight of what he had just heard. His mind raced, but his body remained frozen in place, overwhelmed by the gravity of Siddharth’s words. Across from him, Siddharth sat, rigid and unmoving, like a statue carved from grief. Both men were trapped in a silence that felt suffocating, as though the air itself had thickened, making it hard to breathe.
Siddharth gathered himself, trying to push through the storm of emotions raging inside him. "That's because Aadhriti and I were born on the same day, and after my birth, the tables turned one more time... Dad started acting all loving and normal once again—until..."
Siddharth’s voice faltered, and in that pause, it was clear how much those memories tormented him. His face twisted with anguish, his mind recoiling at the thought of what was to come. This wasn’t just a memory—it was a wound, raw and festering, that refused to heal. He clenched his fists under the table, his nails digging into his palms as if the physical pain could somehow distract him from the emotional one. But nothing could erase the image of his father’s betrayal, which followed him like a specter, always there to steal his peace.
"Until—my mom found out he had an extramarital affair from the past eighteen years, he had an affair with a girl before their marriage and he continued it even after their marriage. He—he was cheating on my mom from day one, concealing it very cleverly behind the name of business trips..."
Siddharth stopped, his words choking in his throat. The pain was too much. His hands trembled slightly, and he squeezed his eyes shut for a brief moment, trying to shut out the images of his father’s deceit. It was as if every time he spoke of it, he was transported back to that moment—the moment his world had shattered. His breath came in uneven bursts, his chest tightening with every detail he revealed. It felt like he was tearing open old scars, but this time, they refused to close.
"I was seventeen when—when my mom found out, but she still chose to bear all of that because she wanted to give me a normal childhood like other children but—my dad—he took it as her weakness, as her vulnerability and—"
Siddharth’s breathing grew heavier, and Ishan could see the tension building in his friend’s body, as if he was on the verge of collapsing under the weight of it all. His shoulders shook, not from fear, but from the overwhelming pressure of years of bottled-up pain. His voice wavered, a thin thread barely holding his emotions together, but it was clear that it wouldn’t last much longer.
"Calm down—calm down, Siddharth, you don't need to tell," Ishan interrupted, his voice soft yet firm. The room, once filled with anger and frustration, was now thick with worry and tension. Ishan’s heart clenched painfully, his mind struggling to process just how much Siddharth had endured. The pity he felt was almost unbearable, his empathy growing with every passing second.
