Love heals the deepest scars.
Aayat Sahani ♡ Abhir Raghuvanshi
Aayat Sahani
An employee at Archers Fashion who has witnessed the cruel side of the world. Carrying those deep scars that are hidden from the world she is living her life with a hope...
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Since the day after the conversation with my mother I decided to take a step that would ruin both of our lives.
That day, I left the hospital with a choice weighing heavily on my shoulders. I'd broken up with Aayat not because I wanted to, but because I believed, somehow, that it was the only way to keep her safe. I'd thought I was protecting her from a future that could end in tragedy. And yet, the pain of losing her, of pushing her away without a real explanation, was worse than any fear I'd felt.
Pushing Aayat away.
Nothing changed yet everything changed. She doesn't express her anger but I know it is there. Why won't it be when I had hurt her so much? I can't express the amount of feeling that rushed through my heart and hit my soul while she sat beside me in the car. I almost gave up all my strength that keeps me away from her, I was going to hug her. And make myself feel home.
Pushing her away hadn't made her disappear from my life. It only meant that I had to live with the constant, gnawing reminder of what I'd lost, of what I'd given up. And that night, sitting in the car, I realized that my decision hadn't just stolen happiness from her-it had stolen it from me, too.
It's true that Aayat's anger is silent, yet I can feel it in every unspoken word, in the tension that lingers between us. She doesn't lash out, doesn't ask questions or demand answers, but her silence speaks louder than anything. She's hurt, betrayed, and I'm the reason for it. But if this means she'll be safe, if keeping my distance is the only way to protect her, then I'll endure every ounce of that pain, every accusing glance, every moment of silence.
May be someday I will find the strength to tell her the truth. Just may be someday.
For now, I need to get into my bed and try forget the long freaking day I had. Relax and just make sure my mind goes to rest, or i am not getting any rest.
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The week passes by and my plan has been working fine. She doesn't look at me, and by any chance if I catch her eyes she looks away. She doesn't speak to me and I am dying to hear her voice for once neither does she replies to any of my questions. I see her smiling and laughing with her colleagues and i keep burning in rage because that was all mine a while until I brought everything down. She is certainly too much into her professional zone that she doesn't care about the world. I haven't seen her going around with her friends like she usually did instead she keeps working..it helps her keep her mind off things. The thing being me, offcourse.
