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𝐀𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐇𝐈 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐑𝐖𝐀𝐋♡
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A beauty with brains and has a sassy attitude with a sunshine personality. At just the age of 21, she achieved success in the business field. Princess of Agarwals and...
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Ugh! Something is different.
"Ruv." Aridhi's soft voice whispered in my ear, shattering the vivid nightmare that had transported me back to that fateful day.
I blinked, my eyes adjusting to the dimly lit interior of the car, and realized that I was drenched in sweat.
The memories I had long forgotten came flooding back, and I felt like I was reliving the horror all over again.
Why did those moments come crashing back now?
Was it because of the similar situation I found myself in?
The questions swirled in my head like a vortex, refusing to let go.
But amidst the chaos, one thing was certain, the moments I had no memory of had finally resurfaced.
I glanced at Aridhi, her face etched with concern, her hand gently rubbing my arm.
"Jaan," I whispered, my voice barely audible.
She squeezed my arm reassuringly, her eyes locked onto mine, "I am here."
The words spilled out of my mouth before I could stop them, "I didn't kill your grandfather on purpose."
Aridhi's expression changed, a mix of surprise and curiosity.
Her demeanor shifted completely.
"Why are you talking about that?" She asked, her tone laced with confusion, "I already believed you that you wouldn't do such a thing on purpose."
A small smile crept onto my lips.
"On that day, it was raining. I was going home after buying my first car, but then suddenly the brakes failed. And it hit–" The words hung in the air, unfinished.
Aridhi's finger pressed against my lips, silencing me, "Shh," She whispered.
Her voice was like a gentle breeze, "Let's worry about the current situation first."
But I knew better. Behind her calm exterior, a storm raged, threatening to consume her.
As I gazed into her eyes, I saw the faintest glimmer of nostalgia, a longing for a past that could never be recaptured.
My heart ached, knowing that I was the cause of her pain.
But in this moment, all I could do was hold her hand, and pray that somehow, someway, I could get her rid of this memory.
♡
We made it to the home after Aridhi called Abhir to pick us up, while sending my car for repair.
Everyone was worried about us. I received at least 20 missed calls from bhaiya during the whole situation.
But I decided to not tell them the truth so I went with a lie they accepted.
