𝗜𝘀𝗵𝗾-𝗲-𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗼𝗼𝗻

𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 | 𝟭𝟴

Abhimanyu's pov :-

I slid down to the cold floor, feeling the walls of this huge, empty palace pressing in on me. My chest hurt, my throat felt tight, and the pain inside was so deep that it felt like I could barely breathe. I couldn't keep it in anymore; my eyes stung, and the tears I had tried to hold back finally started to fall.

"Main mar jaunga yaar uske bina..." I whispered, my voice breaking. The words barely made it out, coming out as a shaky, broken sob. "All of this... all the power, all the wealth... it's all nothing without her."

I looked out at the desert stretching endlessly before me, as empty and lonely as the ache in my heart. I wanted her back, needed her with me-more than I could even explain.

"She's... she's everything to me," I muttered, barely able to speak through the tears. "Without her, nothing makes sense." I ran my hand over my face, feeling the tears stream down. "I don't know who I am without her... I just need her beside me, or what's the point?"

The pain grew stronger with every word, every thought of her laugh, her smile-the memories tore me apart. "Please, come back," I begged, my voice cracking. "I just need one reason to live... and that's you."

I sat there on the cold floor, feeling broken in a way I never thought I could. The palace was silent, echoing with my own whispers of pain and regret. Memories of her flooded my mind-her laughter, her smile, the warmth she brought into my life. It was like every part of me was reaching out for her, desperate to hold her just one more time, but all I felt was emptiness.

I pressed my hand to my chest, hoping somehow it would ease the ache, but the pain only grew sharper. I remembered her soft voice, the way she'd look at me with such trust and love, as if I was the only person in the world for her. It was a feeling I never thought I'd deserve, but she gave it so freely, so openly. And now... she was gone.

"Come back to me," I whispered, my voice breaking. "Please... just come back." I wanted to scream, to cry out to the universe, to beg whatever power there was to bring her back to me. My life felt empty without her; every day was just a hollow echo, a meaningless routine.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms as I fought to hold back more tears. But the memories kept coming, one after another, until I was drowning in them. I remembered the first time we met, how she made me feel like I could be someone better, someone she could be proud of. She believed in me, even when I didn't believe in myself.

"I need you, yaar... I can't live like this," I whispered, my voice cracking with each word. "Without you, it's like I'm only half alive... like there's a part of me missing."

The palace felt colder, lonelier. Each moment without her was a reminder of everything I'd lost, of everything I couldn't protect. I couldn't even remember the last time I had felt this broken, this helpless.

Tears streamed down my face, but I didn't bother to wipe them away. They were the only reminder that I was still human, that I could still feel. "Please," I whispered again, feeling my heart shatter with every word. "Just give me one more chance to be with you, to hold you... I'll do anything."