𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 30

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A A R A V I

I turned away from him, unable to bear the sight of him standing there, his unshed tears glistening in his eyes. If I looked at him any longer, I knew I would break. I didn't want him to see me like this—crying, breaking, shattering because of him.

I needed to leave this place. This hospital room was suffocating me, pressing against my chest like an unbearable weight. I had just gained consciousness, but the reality around me felt heavier than the weakness in my body.

I turned to bhaiya, my voice barely above a whisper. "I don't want to stay here."

His eyes softened, concern flickering in them as he reached for my hand. I knew what he would say—that I needed rest, that I wasn't well enough to leave yet. But rest was the last thing I needed when the person standing across from me was the reason for my pain.

"Aaravi, you just woke up,"  bhaiya began, but before he could finish, Nikshant ji interrupted.

"No," his voice was firm, almost commanding. "You have to stay here. You just regained consciousness; you're not in a condition to leave."

I clenched my jaw, the sound of his voice scraping against my already wounded heart. How dare he act like he cared? How dare he pretend like my well-being mattered to him now?

"I don't want to stay with someone who doesn't know how to treat a woman," I said, looking directly at him.

The moment the words left my lips, I felt my heart clench painfully. It hurt—saying those words, admitting the truth. But what hurt more was the look in his eyes.

He let out a dry, bitter chuckle, but it was filled with nothing but pain. "Itni nafrat karti ho kya mujhse?"

(Do you really hate me that much?)

I sucked in a sharp breath, forcing my emotions back inside. If only he knew—if only he could see what was inside my heart. If only he could understand that the only reason I was hurting so much was because I loved him beyond reason.

"Nafrat hi toh nahi kar paa rahi hoon aapse, Nikshant ji," I thought bitterly. "Pyaar jo karti hoon aapse, beheintaha."

(I can't even bring myself to hate you, Nikshant ji... because I love you endlessly.)

But I didn't say those words out loud. Instead, I forced myself to look into his eyes, willing my pain to be hidden behind the anger I forced onto my face.

"Nafrat bhi toh apno se ki jaati hai," I said, my voice trembling. "Par aap toh humare apne nahi hai."

(Hate is reserved for the people we consider our own. But you... you're not mine.)

The moment the words escaped, a single tear slipped from my eyes, mirroring the one that escaped from his.

For a brief second, our pain was reflected in each other.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, as if he wanted to deny my words. But he didn't. He just stood there, frozen, watching me like I was slipping through his fingers.