𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐊 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄 - 𝐀𝐧 𝐔𝐧𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐫𝐞

𝟐𝟗. 𝐓𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐂𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐎𝐟 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐋𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫

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NOTE- Pink Rose doesn't include any cheating tropes and the female lead 'Jaanvi' isn't dumb.

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'Agar Tum Saath Ho'
-Alka Yagnik, Arijit Singh
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VIKRANT'S POV

'Sorry.'

The note said sorry... just one word.

A simple word, easy to understand, yet the situation felt impossibly complex. I stared at the word, void of emotion. My mind buzzed with a thousand questions, while my heart whispered answers I didn't want to accept. The scene felt like something out of a tragic movie, one I desperately wanted to skip.

Pink roses... the note... Jaanvi's sudden change in behavior.

The chain of thoughts shattered as my phone rang, pulling me back to reality. A surge of hope collided in my chest, and with a quick motion, I grabbed the phone.

But that hope crumbled into disappointment as my eyes landed on the caller ID: 'Abhay'. With a sigh, I tossed the phone beside me, no energy left to entertain a conversation right now.

Inside, a battle raged between my heart and brain, each pulling in opposite directions.

The phone rang again. And again. The sound, relentless, felt like a needle piercing my ears, refusing to let me escape.

Frustrated, I finally picked it up.

"Abhay, I'm not in the mood to talk," I stated flatly, the moment I answered. My thumb hovered over the red button, ready to end the call.

"Wait!" his voice boomed through the receiver.

"Check Raunak's story on Instagram, right now!" he urged, his tone sharp, laced with warning. Without a word, I ended the call, opened the app, and tapped on Raunak's story.

My heart plummeted.

Jaanvi and him-together.

'Lucky to have her' scrawled at the bottom.

Anger surged. My grip tightened, and before I realized it, my phone collided with the table, shattering both the screen and the wood beneath it.

A sharp piece of glass lodged into my left arm, drawing blood, but the sting was nothing compared to the ache now tearing through my chest.

Because nothing compares to the agony of seeing the person you love in someone else's arms.

I stood tall, taking a deep breath, trying to steady the chaos within me. My mind raced back to the beginning-the first handshake that ignited something unfamiliar, her presence turning my house into a home the moment she stepped inside.

I remembered asking for her hand from Sir, the hope in my voice. Our first date-her words etched into my memory.

"This..." she had said, gesturing between us, her voice quiet yet resolute. "This will hurt you, Vikrant. You're going to end up hurting your own feelings."

Her expression that day, a mix of sadness and determination had left me uneasy, her words lingering like a haunting premonition.

Was that a warning?