'Ishan Oberoi' - The name that echoes success, power, and resilience. A rising billionaire who carved his empire with his own hands, refusing to ride on his father's wealth. Yet, he never turned his back on his responsibilities as a son. Balancing h...
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AUTHOR' S POV :
Ishan sat in his darkened apartment, the faint city lights bleeding through the curtains. His eyes were fixed on the window, but his mind was trapped elsewhere, replaying every mistake, every word, every wound he had inflicted. He ran a trembling hand through his hair, trying to make sense of the crime he had committed, the damage he had caused to her, to himself... to the fragile thread that once held them together.
A surge of fury ignited inside him, anger, guilt, and a sickening wave of self-loathing. He hated himself for being manipulated, for falling into the trap so easily. Every thought burned like acid. He wanted to scream, to tear the world apart, to strangle the one who had played him, but at that moment, none of that mattered.
Nothing mattered except her. His Sunshine.
Tears burned his eyes, but he didn't blink them away. He let them sting, let them stay, a cruel reminder that he deserved this pain. That he had asked for it.
His hand slipped into his pocket, emerging with the small infinity pendant tangled in his fingers, a tiny, shining fragment of what they once were. She had never even seen it, yet it had always belonged to her. The symbol of their love, of what could've been.
He clutched it tightly, pressing it against his chest. The silence around him shattered when his phone buzzed, slicing through the stillness.
Ishan blinked, wiping the wetness from his lashes. His voice trembled when he answered.
"I'm on my way," he muttered, ending the call.
Fear clawed at his chest, the fear of losing her forever. But this time, he wouldn't let it rule him.
"I know I messed up," he whispered to himself. "I know it's all my fault. But I won't let you go this time."
His grip tightened around the pendant.
"This time, I won't lose you, Dhriti."
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"I won't stay here for another minute," Aadhriti choked out, her voice cracking as she threw her belongings into the suitcase with trembling hands.
Determination pulsed through her veins, forcing strength into every movement. She had to leave, the place, the pain, him.
As she zipped the suitcase shut, the door burst open with a thud. Her hands froze midair. For a second, she couldn't breathe. The last person she expected to see stood before her.
