Aashvi pov.
I felt like I'd been punched in the gut, Kabir's words hanging in the air like a challenge. Was I not capable of being the man you wanted to get loved by? The pain and vulnerability in his eyes made my heart ache, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe.
Kabir's grip on my wrist tightened, his fingers digging into my skin like a vice. I winced, trying to pull my arm free, but he held fast. His eyes never left mine, burning with an intensity that made my skin prickle. The smell of whiskey wafted up from his breath, mingling with the scent of his cologne, and I knew he was drunk. Not just a little tipsy, but full-on, stumbling-down-the-street drunk.
"Was I not enough?" he whispered, his voice low and husky, slurring slightly. His eyes searched mine, probing for answers, and I felt like I was drowning in their depths.
I tried to speak, to tell him something, anything, but my voice caught in my throat. "Kabir, please," I said finally, trying to reason with him. "You're drunk. Let's talk about this in the morning."
But Kabir just shook his head, his eyes never leaving mine. "No, Aashvi. I want to know now. I want to know why you left me." His voice was laced with pain and accusation, and I felt a pang of guilt.
"You just left me, Aashvi," he said, his voice rising in anger. "You just left me, without a word. No explanation, no nothing. Just a chit, with two words on it: 'It's over'. And a ring, a proposal ring, just lying there, like it meant nothing to you."
As he said the words, his grip on my wrist tightened even further, his fingers digging deep into my skin. I winced, feeling a surge of pain. "Kabir, leave my hand," I said, trying to pull my arm free. "It's hurting."
But Kabir just laughed, a harsh, mocking sound. "What about me, Aashvi?" he said, his voice dripping with pain. "You hurt me, too. You hurt me right here."
He pointed to his chest, his finger jabbing at his heart. "You ripped my heart out, Aashvi. You tore it into a million pieces. And now you're complaining about a little pain in your wrist?"
I felt a pang of guilt, knowing that I had hurt him so deeply. But Kabir just kept going, his words pouring out like a torrent. "You never loved me, Aashvi. For you, I was just a time pass. You liked that bastard Arjun, and you married him. You threw away everything we had, everything we built, for him."
His words were like a slap in the face, and I felt my anger rising. But Kabir just kept going, his voice rising in anger. "You never cared for me, Aashvi. You never cared for my feelings, my emotions.
I felt like I was drowning, suffocating under the weight of his words. But Kabir just kept going, his voice pouring out like a torrent. "I loved you, Aashvi. I loved you with all my heart, with all my soul.
"But you, you never loved me," Kabir said, his voice cracking with emotion. "You never loved me back. You just left me, without a word, without a care. You threw away everything we had, everything we built, like it meant nothing to you."
His words cut deep, and I felt a surge of guilt and shame. I tried to speak, to tell him something, anything, but my voice caught in my throat.
"You just threw me away, Aashvi," Kabir continued, his voice rising in anger. "You didn't even have the decency to tell me why, to explain why you were leaving me. You just left, and now you're standing here, in front of me, telling me that it's over, that it's done."
I felt a lump form in my throat, and I tried to swallow it down. But Kabir's words kept coming, pouring out like a torrent.
"You never loved me, Aashvi," he repeated, his eyes blazing with pain and accusation. "You never loved me, and now you're gone. And I'm left here, wondering what I did wrong, wondering why you never loved me back."
