Her Innocent Love

20 ~ Falling Out

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Reyansh stood frozen in place as the skywheel door shut, watching Aathiya vanish into the night. Her words—so sharp, so venomous—cut deeper than anything he had ever felt. He reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and called Carlos, his most trusted guard.

"Make sure she reaches home safely," Reyansh's voice was cold, hollow, devoid of the warmth that usually accompanied thoughts of her.

"Yes, sir. I'll keep an eye on her," Carlos responded immediately.

Reyansh ended the call without another word, staring at the screen before switching off his phone. He couldn't stand the thought of talking to anyone else. The silence around him only amplified her words, letting them echo in his mind on a constant loop.

"I should have known better... I'm not gonna be your whore."

The words stung like acid, burning through his chest. How had things gone so wrong? How had his love—his genuine feelings—been twisted into something so vile in her eyes? The questions clawed at him as he drove back home, his mind a storm of confusion and heartache.

The moment Reyansh stepped into his house, he headed straight for the bathroom. The world outside felt too loud, too chaotic. He needed space—space to think, to breathe, to figure out what had just happened. He turned on the shower, hoping the water pounding against his skin would drown out the storm in his head.

"How did she... how could she think I wanted something so shallow?" Reyansh muttered to himself as he leaned against the bathroom sink, gripping its edges tightly.

His chest felt heavy, like he couldn't breathe properly. He closed his eyes and replayed the evening in his mind—how happy she had been, how she laughed and teased him. Everything was perfect until that moment in the skywheel. What changed? What made her think his love was something as dirty as lust?

"Did I make her feel like I was lusting after her? Is that what she saw every time I looked at her?"

The questions were endless, suffocating him with their weight. Frustration bubbled up inside him, growing stronger with every passing second.

Unable to take the turmoil any longer, he slammed his fist into the long-standing mirror beside the shower. The sound of glass shattering filled the room, the mirror breaking into hundreds of jagged shards. Blood began dripping from his hand, but he didn't care. The physical pain was a relief—a distraction from the emotional wreckage inside him.

(A/N: Reminder!! Never choose self harm as an option to calm your mind, heart, body or soul🙂)

He slumped down against the cold tile wall, letting the water continue pouring over him as the blood from his hand mixed with it, staining the floor red.

"I love her... I love her so damn much. How could she not see that?" he whispered to himself, his voice barely audible as it cracked under the weight of his emotions. "I'm not like him... I can never hurt her. Doesn't she know? Can't she feel it when I'm with her? How could she think my love is lust?"

His thoughts swirled in a chaotic loop. He tried to retrace every step, to understand where he went wrong, but nothing made sense

For a long time, Reyansh just sat there, the cold water now chilling him to the bone. But the numbness spreading through his body felt like a small mercy. Anything to keep him from feeling the crushing weight in his heart.