The days dragged on, heavy with an unspoken weight that seemed to hang in the air between them.
Inaara had withdrawn into herself, creating a chasm Atharv didn’t know how to bridge.
From his study, he watched her through the glass doors of the balcony.
She sat there, motionless, her gaze fixed on the endless expanse of the sky.
There was no light in her eyes, no spark that once made her Inaara.
Her hands, which once tended lovingly to the plants in her garden, now rested idly on her lap.
The pots remained untouched, the flowers beginning to wilt, just like the vibrant spirit she had always carried.
Atharv noticed the changes more sharply with every passing day.
She no longer hummed her favorite old songs or recited poems to Dobby, the way she used to.
Even her presence seemed muted, like she was fading into the shadows of her own despair.
Her silence was deafening, her stillness unsettling.
Atharv’s chest tightened as he watched her.
She looked so small sitting there, wrapped in a shawl despite the warm breeze.
Her once-expressive face was now devoid of any emotion, her lips pressed into a thin, unreadable line.
Her eyes stared ahead, unblinking, but they weren’t truly seeing anything.
He tried to approach her once, standing hesitantly at the threshold of the balcony.
But when she turned to glance at him, it was as though she looked right through him, her expression unreadable.
Without a word, she turned her gaze back to the sky.
That moment shattered something deep within him.
This wasn’t the Inaara he knew.
This wasn’t the Inaara who would light up any room with her presence, who would laugh at the smallest joys, who could find beauty in the simplest things.
Atharv paced the room later that evening, his fists clenching and unclenching in frustration.
His mind replayed the last few days—the growing distance between them, her lifeless expressions, her lack of words.
He wanted to fix this, to fix her, but he felt powerless.
He knew she was hurting, but she refused to let him in.
A sharp pang of guilt gnawed at him.
Was it my fault?
Did I push her too far?
His heart ached as he thought of her smile, a smile that had once been his solace, now a distant memory.
Atharv stood by the balcony door again that night, watching her sit in the same spot, staring into the void of the darkened sky.
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Beneath The Storm (Completed)
RomanceIn the opulent world where wealth and power reign supreme, Atharv Rajvansh stands as an untouchable force, his cold perfection masking a storm of hidden vulnerabilities. Enter Inaara Sharma, a kind-hearted soul whose old-fashioned charm and quiet s...
