Shattered Hearts: A Journey Through Darkness and Redemption

[28] Where are You?

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Ishitha's POV

Five days. 

Five long, agonizing days since that dreadful night.

I can still feel the weight of his eyes on me—

The darkness, yes,

But also that fleeting glimpse of something else. 

Broken. 

Empty. 

Lost.

Something human, vulnerable, fragile, and... raw.

I remember his words, every single one, the way he let himself open before me as if he had no choice but to expose the shattered parts of himself. 

The rawness of his confession still haunts me. 

I never knew what it felt like to be loved...

I swallow hard, the air thick in my chest. 

I wish I could erase the memory of him stumbling back, his eyes wide with terror, his hands shaking as if they could never touch anything again without destroying it. 

And that kiss on my hair—

Until I fell in love with you.

But I can't escape it.

I'm sitting on the edge of the bed, fingers trembling as I run them over the bandage on my leg. 

It feels tight and uncomfortable, but there's something more unsettling about it. 

I didn't do this myself. 

I didn't even know how bad the wound was until I woke up to find it wrapped in a clean, sterile cloth.

Had Aadarsh done this? 

No, 

He wasn't here, Right? 

Was he?

He didn't even look back at me after that night. 

He didn't visit me—not for once. 

Why didn't he visit me?

My breath hitches, and I close my eyes, trying to push away the feeling of abandonment. 

If he'd truly cared, he would've come. 

But he hadn't. 

He'd simply... disappeared.

Leaving me alone.

The house is unnervingly quiet without him. 

The usual hum of activity is distant. 

The maids are here, doing their work, and the security, guarding me all the time, but everything feels... distant. 

Too silent. 

It's like I'm the last living thing in a world that's forgotten I exist. 

Even the maids—when I cross their path—