𝐇𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐫𝐲𝐬𝐭

Part 37

I KNOW THE TARGET IS YET TO BE COMPLETED BUT STILL HERE I AM WITH THE UPDATE AND NO TARGET FOR THIS CHAPTER CAUSE ITS THE LAST CHAPTER AND I WANT TO SEE HOW MUCH YOU ALL CAN GIVE YOUR LOVE TO THIS STORY!❤️

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"Stop suffocating me, Tarun!"

The words echoed, louder than the crowd, louder than the distant cheers still ringing from the stadium. 

For the first time that evening, Tarun felt breathless—not from the game, not from exhaustion, but from something much worse. 

His hand, which had instinctively reached for hers, hovered for a second before curling into a tight fist. His jaw clenched, his throat dry, and for the first time in a long while, Tarun Sharma didn’t know what to say. 

A sharp, bitter chuckle escaped his lips. He took a slow step toward her, his voice dangerously low. 

“Tara… ye kaisa mazak hai?”(Tara… what kind of joke is this?) 

But she didn’t respond. 

Didn’t even look at him. 

Her silence was like a slap across his face, stinging worse than any insult she could’ve thrown at him. 

Tarun's stomach twisted. Something was wrong—very, very wrong.

This wasn’t Tara. 

This wasn’t them. 

And then—she turned away.

His heart dropped. 

She was walking away. Just like that. 

No explanation. No hesitation. 

Panic surged through him, overriding every other emotion. 

He wouldn’t let her go like this. Not without an answer. 

"Tara!" His voice was sharper now, edged with desperation as he took a step forward. 

She didn’t stop. 

Tarun’s breath hitched. Without thinking, he started after her. 

His legs moved on their own, pushing through the crowd, dodging students still celebrating. He didn’t care who was watching, didn’t care that people were whispering. 

He only cared about reaching her.

"Tara, stop!" His voice was louder this time, firm, commanding. 

And finally—she did.

They had reached the edge of the ground, away from the noise, away from the crowd. 

Tara turned around slowly, arms crossed over her chest, expression unreadable. 

Tarun’s heart pounded as he came to a halt in front of her. 

He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself. 

“What the hell is going on?”

She looked at him blankly. "What do you mean?" 

His brows furrowed, disbelief flashing across his face. "Don't do that, Tara. Don't act like you don't know what I’m talking about." 

Tara sighed, looking away. "I don’t want to talk about this, Tarun." 

"Well, I do," he snapped, frustration creeping into his voice. "I've noticed it for days now. You're different. Distant. Avoiding me. And now you’re telling me I’m suffocating you? What the hell is that supposed to mean?"