𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 32

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A U T H O R

Nikshant placed the cup back on the table, his fingers lingering on the rim as if the warmth of the tea could somehow soothe the chill of regret gnawing at his heart. His gaze drifted toward the window, where the rain still poured relentlessly, mirroring the storm inside him.

His chest felt heavy, burdened by memories that refused to fade. The echoes of harsh words, of moments he could have held her but chose to push her away, played like a cruel symphony in his mind.

I regret everything.

The thought came unbidden, raw and unfiltered.

He let out a deep breath and ran a hand down his face, his fingers pressing into his temples as if he could physically force the ache away. But there was no escape from the truth.

"I regret everything I did to her," he whispered, his voice barely audible in the silence of the room. "I regret causing her so much pain. I regret all the things I said to her, and as for forgiveness, Nikshant Roy Kapoor will get down on his knees to get Aaravi Roy Kapoor back."

His throat tightened, and for the first time in years, he felt something foreign claw at his soul—helplessness.

Nikshant Roy Kapoor had always been a man of control, of power. He was someone who dictated terms, someone who never bent. But for her, for his Cherry, he would shatter every principle he had lived by.

He exhaled sharply and stood up, pacing toward the window. The city lights flickered in the distance, a stark contrast to the darkness within him.

He closed his eyes, and murmured under his breath,"Idhar main tumhe wapis lene aaya hoon, Aaravi Roy Kapoor... aur main tumko leke hi jaunga. Chahe mujhe tumhare samne hazaaro baar maafi maangni padhe," His voice dropped, filled with a quiet, dangerous determination. "Aur main khushi khushi tumse hazaaro baar jhukne ko taiyaar... sirf tumhare liye, sirf aur sirf."

( I have come here to take you back, Aaravi Roy Kapoor,  and I will take you with me, no matter what. Even if I have to apologize to you a thousand times. And I am more than willing to bow before you a thousand times... only for you, only and only for you )

"Chahe mujhe kitna hi intezaar karna padhe tumhari maafi ke liye, main taiyar hoon uske liye bhi," Nikshant murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, a vow only the walls of the silent room bore witness to.

No matter how long I have to wait for your forgiveness, I am ready for it )

He let out a heavy sigh, turning away from the window, his gaze wandering in search of something—anything—that could help him express what his lips failed to convey. His eyes landed on the wooden bookshelf in the corner of the guest room, its dark finish gleaming under the soft yellow light.

Slowly, he walked toward it, his fingers tracing the spines of books until they halted on a plain, leather-bound copy. He pulled it out and flipped through the crisp, empty pages.

It was perfect.

He sat down at the small desk, gripping a pen firmly between his fingers. The weight of his emotions felt too vast, too overwhelming, yet he forced himself to channel them onto paper.

He took a deep breath and wrote:

Day - 1

Cherry,