Chapter 13

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तेरे इश्क़ में दर्द बड़ा,
मुझे दर्द अच्छा लगे

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(I would suggest you to play the song
"Dhadhang Dhang "
before starting the chapter, Trust me it's gonna be son fun 😎🥵)

(I would suggest you to play the song "Dhadhang Dhang "before starting the chapter, Trust me it's gonna be son fun 😎🥵)

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I was so drunk, I couldn't feel the weight of embarrassment, not even if I wanted to.

It wasn't that I didn't care - it's that in that moment, I truly didn't care. The need that consumed me was louder than anything else.

I just did what felt urgent, reckless even, but right in that instant, it felt like the only thing that could make me feel alive.

The walls I'd built, the anger, the bitterness - they all started to crumble.

For the first time in so long, I didn't feel weighed down by the need to prove something or to hold onto the resentment.

It was like something deep inside me exhaled for the first time in ages.

We just stood there for what felt like an eternity, both of us struggling with the complicated mess of what had been between us.

Without saying a word, I turned to walk out of the restroom.

I heard the faint sound of his footsteps behind me.

I could feel him, close but not close enough to touch, following me like a shadow I couldn't shake off.

He didn't speak, didn't try to stop me, just walked behind me with a strange, unspoken understanding hanging between us.

Vidyut stood infront of me in complete confusion.

He asked me on a date tonight and I Said yes .

I stood there, trying to keep my face neutral, but inside, I felt like I was unraveling.

And yet, here I was - standing in front of him, my mind flashing to the other guy who had been with me moments ago, whose touch still lingered on my skin like a bad habit.

Aanya understood everything without me saying a word.

Without a hint of hesitation, she just handed me the knife and guided me to cut the cake.

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