Shattered Hearts: A Journey Through Darkness and Redemption

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Ishitha's POV

It had been almost five days since my outburst.

Every day blurred into the next, a monotonous rhythm of sleep, food, medicine, and silence.

Aadarsh never answered any of my questions- but he was always there, just a step away, looking after me all the time, with such tenderness that I almost fell for him... note the keyword... almost.

It unnerved me how well he was taking care of me...

Remembering about it,

One evening, he was feeding me like he always did.

For some reason, he never let me eat with my own hands, always insisting on doing it for me.

I didn't know why, but at this point, I didn't have the energy to question it anymore.

But that evening, I was having a very bad headache... it felt like my skull was being split in two.

I was barely able to focus on anything and all of a sudden an overwhelming wave of nausea hit me.

Before I could even stop myself.

I threw up.

Right on him.

For a split second, everything froze.

I didn't know what had just happened. And then, as my senses returned, I stared at him in horror.

Waiting for the disgust on his face, or a burst of anger.

But he didn't even flinch.

Not one muscle on his face moved.

Instead, he calmly grabbed a wet towel and began wiping my face, hands, and even my clothes with such patience that it left me speechless.

His expression didn't change—

Not even for a second.

There was no trace of irritation or disgust as I expected.

It was as if nothing had happened at all.

"Let's get you cleaned up, hmm," he said softly, signaling for the maid.

She appeared promptly and helped me change into fresh ones.

Once she left, I collapsed back onto the bed, closing my eyes, as the pain in my head started becoming unbearable.

The silence in the room felt heavy, and slowly the guilt started creeping in.

I felt awful-disgusted with my own self for what had just happened

For the mess I had made of both the situation and, well, him.

After today, I was sure he wouldn't return for a while.

But then, I heard it... the door creaking open.

I smiled inwardly, surprised that he'd come back so soon.

Slowly, I felt the bed dip as he sat beside me, his presence familiar.

His fingers gently pressed against my scalp, and before I knew it, he was massaging my temples, his touch so soft and careful.

I must have seemed asleep because he didn't say a word-just kept drawing slow, soothing circles against my skin.