𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 31

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A U T H O R

Nikshant's body shook violently, his muscles stiff from the biting cold. His clothes clung to his body, completely soaked, and his teeth clenched as his body shook uncontrollably. The storm raged on, the heavy downpour drenching him from head to toe, but he didn't move.

Didn't care.

Inside, Aaravi lay on her bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. Her chest rose and fell in slow, measured breaths, but there was no emotion in her eyes. Nothing.

She had spent the last few hours convincing herself that she had done the right thing. Leaving. Running. Escaping.

But then...

A voice.

A yell.

A deep, desperate voice calling her name, cutting through the silence like a blade.

At first, she thought she imagined it. That maybe her mind was playing tricks on her, taunting her with memories she had tried so hard to bury. But then-

Again.

Louder.

More desperate.

Her heart pounded against her ribs, her fingers digging into the bedsheet as she slowly sat up. That voice... she knew it too well. It was embedded in her soul, haunting her dreams, breaking her in ways she could never explain.

Nikshant.

With hesitant steps, she moved toward the window, the weight of her emotions pressing down on her. Each step felt heavier than the last as if something inside her was begging her not to look, not to confirm what she already knew deep in her heart.

But she did.

She reached the window, peeked outside, and her breath hitched in her throat.

There he was.

Nikshant.

Standing outside in the heavy rain, his figure barely visible through the downpour, but she could see him. His body was shaking, his head tilted slightly downward, his hands clenched at his sides.

Her eyes widened in shock, and before she could stop herself, her fingers gripped the windowsill tightly.

What was he doing?

Why was he here?

Why was he calling her name like a madman in the middle of the night?

The sight of him-so broken, so vulnerable-sent a strange ache through her chest. She hated him. She was supposed to hate him.

Then why...

Why did it hurt to see him like this?

Aaravi stood frozen, her trembling hands gripping the windowsill so tightly that her knuckles turned white. Tears streamed down her face, mirroring the raindrops outside, her vision blurring as emotions she had tried so hard to suppress came crashing down on her.