𝐑𝐎𝐎𝐇𝐈 : 𝐀𝐍 𝐔𝐍𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐈𝐓 [ Slow Update]

He still love her

As I stood there, frozen in time, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Seeing her again should have felt like a punch to the gut, a painful reminder of the heartache she'd caused me. It should have felt disgusting, unlucky, and bitter. But instead, I felt like I'd just glimpsed heaven. My heart skipped a beat, and for a moment, I forgot to breathe. I hated her, or at least, I thought I did. I hated her for the pain she'd inflicted on me, for the scars she'd left on my heart. I hated her for moving on with her life, for acting like we were nothing more than strangers. But as I looked into her eyes, I felt that hatred melting away, replaced by a longing I couldn't ignore. Vo yaha nahi hain..par uska ehsaas abhi bhi yahi hain.

Why was I feeling this way? Why was my heart still holding onto the hope that we could rekindle what we once had? I knew I shouldn't be feeling this way. I knew I should be angry, hurt, and resentful. But instead, I felt... happy. I'm happy to see her, happy to know she was still alive, still breathing.

[ A/n : The way he loves her 😭🤌🏻 ]

I shook my head, trying to clear the cobwebs. What was wrong with me? Hadn't I learned my lesson the first time around? Hadn't I sworn never to let her hurt me again? I thought about all the sleepless nights, all the tears I'd shed, all the moments I'd felt like I was drowning in my own sorrow. And yet, here I was, feeling like a shipwrecked sailor who'd just spotted a lifeline. I knew I shouldn't be reaching out for it. I knew I should be letting it drift away. But I couldn't help myself. I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame, helpless to resist the pull of her presence.

I opened the umbrella, using it as a shield to hide my face. I didn't want her to see me, but I didn't want her to know how much she still affected me. I stepped under the awning, using the shadows to conceal my emotions. But even as I hid, I couldn't shake the feeling that she knew. Knew that I still loved her, knew that I still hurt. The pain was still there, simmering just below the surface. It was a reminder of what she'd done to me, of how she'd broken me. But it was also a reminder of what I'd felt for her, of what I still felt. It was a twisted kind of loyalty, a refusal to let go of the past. I'd chosen not to let the scars heal cause they were given by her.

I knew it was stupid. I knew it was masochistic. But I couldn't help myself. I was a man who felt the pain, who felt the weight of his emotions. And I knew that I wasn't alone. There were others out there like me, others who felt the same way. The question was, would I ever be able to let go? Would I ever be able to heal? Or would I be forever trapped in this cycle of pain and longing? I didn't have the answers, but I knew one thing - I still loved her, no matter how much I hated her.

As I stepped into my house, I felt like I was losing control. The encounter with her had left me reeling. She was the one who had changed me, who had made me question my own worth. Was I never good enough for her? Did she ever truly care about me? Did she ever stop to think that her actions would break me, leave me shattered and in pain?

I knew she had done it intentionally, but still, I couldn't help but wonder if she had ever considered the consequences of playing with my heart. Money was all she had ever wanted, not me. I had known that from the start, but I had chosen to believe that I was more than just a means to an end. But I was wrong. She had made me realize that sometimes, the most beautiful things can be the most painful mistakes. I bypassed the living room, not acknowledging anyone's presence, and headed straight to my room. As I shut the door behind me, a lone tear escaped, but I quickly wiped it away.

"No, Parikshit, you can't cry over someone like her," I muttered to myself, taking a deep breath to calm the storm raging within.

I stood at the orphanage, trying to shake off the events of the day. Every day had become a struggle, but today was something else. Today was a harsh reminder that one-sided love was bearable until you saw the person you loved with someone else.

[ A/n : I know this line gonna hit you so hard...🙃🤌🏻]

Aadarsh's wedding had left a stinging sensation, but it was nothing compared to the pain of facing my past. Parikshit Oberoi, the man I had wronged, stood before me, a constant reminder of my mistakes. I had left the city, hoping to escape the ghosts of my past, but it seemed they had followed me. Seeing Parikshit was like staring into the eyes of my conscience.

I had broken him, shattered his trust, and extinguished the bright smile that once lit up his face. Tears trouble at the corners of my eyes as I realized the extent of my cruelty. My father's harsh words and raised hands seemed like a punishment for my transgressions.

[ A/n : My rooh...my baby 🥺🫂 ]

"God, why did you bring him here?" I whispered, rubbing my temples.

"Why did you let us meet again? You know it's hurting him." My voice cracked as I sobbed quietly, the weight of my regret crushing me.

As I cried, a tiny hand reached up to wipe away my tears. It was Samiksha, an 8-year-old orphan who had captured my heart. I knew every child in this orphanage, and they knew me. They were my people, my family. My father had made me feel like an orphan, unloved and unwanted. While my other family members were kind, they didn't fill the void left by my father's rejection. That's why I felt a deep connection with these children. They understood me, and I understood them. I donated part of my income to the orphanage because it brought me joy. Sometimes, I'd visit the old age home, where I'd receive love and affection from strangers who became like family. They showed me that love wasn't limited to blood ties.

"Why are you crying, Roohi dii?" Samiksha asked, her big brown eyes filled with concern. I smiled, wiping away my tears.

"I was crying because today I lost something precious, but I also found something precious that I lost years ago." Samiksha's face lit up with a bright smile.

"Dii, I think you lost it because God wanted to return to you the thing you lost years ago." Her words hit me like a ton of bricks, leaving me breathless. A mix of emotions swirled inside me – hope, sadness, and a hint of faith.

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