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CHAHAT MEHRA is a 25-year-old woman living in the fast-paced city of Delhi. She seems strong and independent, building a...
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AAKARSH VOHRA
Her words cut through me like a knife, leaving me breathless and scared. "Are you going to leave the room or should I pack my bags and leave the house itself?" she had said, her voice laced with a mix of anger and hurt.
I was taken aback, unsure of how to react. I didn't want her to leave me, but I didn't know how to make things right. I was frozen in fear, unable to gather the courage to talk to her or approach her.
In the end, I decided to leave the room, hoping that she would calm down and forgive me. But as the hours passed, I realized that she wasn't going to open the door or talk to me. I was left with no choice but to give her the space she needed.
With a heavy heart, I booked a flight to Jaipur, seeking solace in the familiar surroundings of our old apartment. I hoped that being in a place filled with memories of Papa would help me clear my head and figure out what to do next.
As I walked around the empty apartment, I felt a deep sense of loneliness. I wasn't feeling lively without Chahat by my side, but I was too consumed by guilt and shame to call her.
Needing a change of scenery, I decided to go out for a drive. I found myself at the same spot where I had found Papa injured all those months ago. The memories came flooding back, and I felt a wave of sadness wash over me.
Feeling defeated, I returned to the apartment, unsure of what the future held or how I could make things right with Chahat.
I picked up my phone, hoping to find some update on Chahat's well-being. I had asked Prisha to keep me informed, and I was anxious to hear back from her.
As I scrolled through my messages, I saw that Rishabh had been blowing up my phone with angry messages. He was furious that I had left Chahat alone at home, and he had even blocked my number, saying he wouldn't talk to me until I returned.
Aarohi had also sent me a similar message, and I could sense the disappointment and anger in her words. My mom and Dadu had been scolding me since morning, and even my dad, who wasn't aware of the full situation, had called me multiple times to ask about my whereabouts.
