ADHURI KAHANI: A tale of an amnesic bond

47. HUMARI ADHURI KAHANI

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ISHAAN'S POV

The day dragged on, a blur of numbness and disbelief. I sat in the same position for hours, my body frozen, my mind too consumed by guilt to care about anything else. My eyes were wet, but I didn't bother wiping the tears away-they just kept falling, one after the other, like an unrelenting storm. I leaned back in my chair, staring blankly at the ceiling, and a single tear traced its way down the side of my face. My heart ached with a pain so deep it felt physical, and my throat burned as I tried to swallow the agony.

I closed my eyes, desperate to escape, but the moment I did, her smile flashed across my mind-so bright, so full of life. My eyes shot open as a sob broke free from my lips, followed by another, and soon I was wailing, raw and uncontrollable.

"It's my fault," I whispered through my tears.

"I failed her." The words echoed in my head, drowning out everything else. My grip on the glass paperweight tightened until the pain didn't feel enough. In a desperate attempt to silence the guilt, I slammed my hand against the table, shattering the glass and piercing my skin, but even the physical pain couldn't compare to what I felt inside.

The guilt clung to my heart like a heavy weight, but my mind was consumed by something far darker-rage. Raw, uncontrollable rage. How dare he hurt my Plum? My body shook with the intensity of it, each breath stoking the fire within me. I had ordered my men to track Niraj, but the bastard was slippery, nowhere to be found in his homes or usual hideouts. He knew he was being hunted, and he was running, but it didn't matter. I would find him.

The thought of him, alive, breathing after what he did to her, made my blood boil. He wouldn't get away. Not this time. The moment I get my hands on him, I swear, it will be his last breath. He hurt her, and for that, he'll pay. My mind was no longer clouded by hesitation or doubt-there was only one path ahead, and it was painted in blood. His blood.

I may be a polished man, but if someone cross the line with the one who gives me peace, I'll become the storm that shatters everything in its path. There's no mercy for those who harm what holds my heart together

A sharp ding pulled me from the depths of my rage. My heart leaped, hoping it was a message from one of my men, some clue about Niraj's whereabouts. But when I looked at the screen, my chest tightened. Tanvi's name flashed instead, and her message read, "Go see her, please." There was a pleading urgency in those words. My pulse quickened as the familiar weight of guilt settled deeper.

I clenched my jaw, staring at the message. How could I face her now? I failed to protect her. Seeing her in that state-because of me-felt unbearable. I swallowed hard, gripping the phone tighter.

A second message popped up, and my stomach twisted. "Go before it's too late." My breath caught in my throat, and the world around me seemed to freeze for a moment. Too late. The words rang like a death knell in my mind. My heart pounded painfully in my chest, beating so hard it felt like it might stop altogether.

I didn't waste a single second. Grabbing my phone, I bolted from my cabin, heart racing faster with every step. The echo of my hurried footsteps filled the corridor as I darted through the office, pushing past anyone in my way. The elevator ride felt like an eternity, but the moment the doors slid open on the ground floor, I ran. My mind raced as fast as my legs.

Flashes of memories hit me-her falling into my arms that second day, her laughter, her smile, all of it tangled in a blur of emotions. My vision blurred, but I didn't stop. I couldn't stop.

However i felt, No matter how fast I run, I can't escape the hollow ache of my failure. Every step pounds with the guilt that I wasn't there when she needed me, and now I fear I never will be."