Chapter 18

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दिल पे ज़ख्म खाते है
जान से गुजरते है
जुर्म सिर्फ इतना है
उनको प्यार करते है

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I was going to ask Mom about her, about this change in my heart

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I was going to ask Mom about her, about this change in my heart.

I was eager, so eager, to rush home, to bury my head in her lap, to let the comfort of her presence calm me down and talk about everything.

But I guess I was a fool. I didn't even say goodbye to Aanya. I just left.

The whole flight felt like a blur, but that one image-her in someone else's arms-kept replaying in my mind, over and over again.

No matter how much I tried to shove it down, to bury it deep, it refused to let me go.

I kept telling myself I didn't want to feel like this, that it was just a passing thing, that I had no right to feel hurt, that we had no commitments, no promises between us.

Did I ever give her any? No. And neither did she. We were casual, nothing more, nothing less.

So why the hell did it feel like I was suffocating? Why did it feel like something inside me was tearing apart, and I couldn't stop it?

The more I tried to push it out of my head, the louder it screamed.

And after a one hour of complete torture in the flight, I stepped off the plane.

I grabbed my bag and booked a cab, my mind already drifting toward the one place I knew I could finally breathe-home. I was almost there, almost free from all the noise, from the mess in my head.

I let myself relax just a little as the cab sped through the streets.

But then my phone buzzed.

I looked down, my heart catching in my throat. Her name flashed on the screen, and in that instant, I felt a wave of everything rush back.

For a split second, I considered picking up. Maybe there was something she wanted to say.

Maybe....

But I couldn't do it. Not anymore. I had to stop.

Without a second thought, I swiped the screen and hung up.

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