Maybe in next life

chapter 24

Mihir🤍

The city lights blurred into streaks as I sped through the empty streets, my bike roaring like the storm brewing inside me. Her face wouldn’t leave my mind—those teary eyes, her trembling hands, the way she collapsed into me, letting go of everything she was holding in. It wasn’t just pain I saw in her eyes—it was exhaustion. The kind that comes from fighting too long and too hard.

And I hated it.

The ache in my chest tightened, heavier than the roar of the engine beneath me. She didn’t know—she couldn’t know—how much it kills me to see her like this. How much it takes to hold back and let her carry that weight alone when all I want to do is take it from her.

The night air cut across my face, but it wasn’t enough to clear the fire in my mind. My grip on the handlebars tightened, my knuckles white against the black leather gloves. Her whispered words replayed in my head: "Don’t ask me." That fragile voice, laced with a kind of fear and pain that made my blood boil.

"I’ll make it easier for you, Ruhi," I muttered under my breath, the promise rolling off my tongue like a vow sealed in stone. "I’ll take every ounce of your pain and make it mine. I don’t care what it costs me. You don’t have to break alone anymore."

I pulled over at an empty stretch of road, the bike purring beneath me as I stilled. My chest felt heavy, like I couldn’t breathe without her beside me. The way she looked at me tonight, with those swollen eyes and that trembling voice—it was a look that would haunt me for the rest of my life.

The thought of her suffering, of her facing this world without someone to protect her, clawed at my insides. I tilted my head back, staring at the endless night sky. The stars were faint, barely visible, but they didn’t matter. Nothing did except her.

"I’ll protect you, Ruhi," I whispered into the quiet, my voice hard but filled with something deeper. "I’ll be the one to catch you when you fall, the one who fights the battles you’re too tired to face. I’ll be the one to make sure no one ever takes that light from your eyes again."

The memory of her soft, broken voice cut through me like a knife. She didn’t realize it, but every tear she shed was carving itself into me. And yet, I couldn’t help but think how beautiful she looked even when she was falling apart.

A soft smirk tugged at my lips, despite the ache in my chest. "You don’t even know, do you?" I muttered, revving the bike once more. "You don’t know how much power you have over me, Ruhi. But one day, you will. And when that day comes, I’ll make sure you never have a reason to cry again."

The bike roared to life, and I shot forward into the night, the wind slicing past me. My heart was heavy, my mind spinning, but one thing was clear: I would take her pain, her fears, her burdens—every last piece—and replace them with something better.

Because if anyone deserved happiness in this world, it was her. And I’d burn the whole damn world down to give it to her.

The highway was deserted, the faint hum of passing winds the only sound as I pulled over again to the side of the road. I cut the engine and stepped off the bike, the silence wrapping around me like a heavy blanket. The ache in my chest hadn’t eased; if anything, it had grown worse.

I found a spot by the guardrail and sat down, the city lights in the distance flickering faintly. The cool night air bit at my skin, but I didn’t care. My hand instinctively reached into my jacket, pulling out the small diary I’d taken from her room when she was asleep.

Guilt twisted in my gut as I held it. Stealing wasn’t my thing, especially not from her. But the moment I saw it on her desk, the curiosity had been impossible to ignore. Her name was scrawled on the cover, the pages slightly worn, like they’d been flipped through countless times.

I flipped it open, my fingers careful, as if the fragile pages would crumble under my touch. The first few entries hit me like a punch to the gut. It wasn’t a regular diary. It was her wishlist. Her dreams, her desires, her bucket list.

The first line I read made me pause: “Dance in the rain with someone I love.”

I let out a shaky breath, running a hand through my hair. "She’s so… pure," I muttered, a soft smile tugging at my lips. She wasn’t asking for the world. She wasn’t demanding luxury or fame. These were the kind of things most people took for granted—simple, innocent wishes that spoke volumes about her heart.

I shook my head, a soft laugh escaping my lips despite the heaviness in my chest. "Ruhi, you’re too cute for this world," I whispered to the quiet night. These weren’t just wishes. They were glimpses into the kind of life she wanted—a life where she could be free, where she didn’t have to hold back, where no one judged her.

The more I read, the more the guilt clawed at me. Here she was, putting her heart on these pages, while everyone around her—including me—was too busy trying to control her life. Her dreams weren’t extravagant. They were the kind of things everyone else got without a second thought.

But for her, they were dreams.

I clenched the diary in my hand, my jaw tightening. "Why does the world keep taking from you?" I muttered, my voice low. "Why do they make you fight for things everyone else gets so easily?"

The next entry stopped me cold: “See the snowfall before i die.”

A lump rose in my throat. It wasn’t fair. She deserved more. She deserved everything. And if the world wasn’t going to give it to her, then I would.
The next page stopped me in my tracks. There, in bold letters, it read: “Become a bestselling author.”

A lump rose in my throat. I flipped to the next page and froze again. It wasn’t just a dream. She’d written about a book she’d already published. She hadn’t even told me.

“She wrote a book?” I whispered, stunned. My fingers traced the line where she’d scribbled: “Maybe it won’t go anywhere, but I want to put my heart out there.”

Something tightened in my chest, a mix of pride and heartbreak. She’d already done it. She’d poured her soul into a book and released it to the world, and no one even knew. How could someone so incredible hide something like this?

"Ruhi..." I murmured, shaking my head. "You amaze me."

I stared at the page for a long moment before shutting the diary and placing it back in my jacket. My heart felt heavy, but not just with pain—there was something else, something deeper. She didn’t just deserve to be loved. She deserved the world to know how extraordinary she was.

I stood up, staring at the highway stretching into the darkness. My grip tightened on the handlebars of my bike.

"You’re going to be a bestseller, My love!," I said, my voice steady, filled with quiet determination. "I’ll make sure of it. And when the world reads your words, they’ll know what I already do—just how incredible you are."

I tucked the diary back into my jacket, patting it like a sacred treasure. Standing up, I stared at the empty highway stretching out in front of me.

"I’ll make it happen, Ruhi," I murmured, my voice filled with quiet determination. "Every single one of these dreams—you won’t have to wish for them anymore. I’ll make them real. I don’t care how long it takes or what I have to do. You deserve more than this life has given you."

As I got back on my bike, I revved the engine, the roar cutting through the silence. The guilt of taking her diary still lingered, but it didn’t matter. This wasn’t about me. This was about her.

Because if there was one thing I knew for sure, it was this : her dreams were now mine, and I wasn’t going to stop until I turned every last one of them into her reality.

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