𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 34

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A U T H O R

It had been ten days. Ten days since Nikshant had come here, refusing to leave. Ten days since he had swallowed his pride, abandoned his ego, and dedicated himself to one thing and one thing only-earning her forgiveness.

He had no plan. No strategy. Only a determination so unyielding that it kept him going, despite the cold glares, the deafening silence, and the wall she had built around herself.

Every morning, he would wake up with a stiff back and sore muscles from sleeping outside her room, but he never complained.

Because what was his pain compared to hers? What was one uncomfortable night compared to the nights she had cried alone because of him?

So, he stayed. Every day, he tried to talk to her. Every day, he watched as she ignored him like he didn't even exist. Every day, he felt his heart break a little more.

But still, he didn't stop. He couldn't. Because giving up meant losing her forever. And that wasn't an option. So he did what he could. If words wouldn't reach her ears, he would let them reach her heart.

And so-he wrote. Every night, before he closed his eyes outside her door, he would write an apology on a piece of paper and leave it right in front of her door.

A different one each day.

Heartfelt. Honest. Raw.

Day 7:
"I know I don't deserve your forgiveness, but I will still spend every day trying to earn it. I will not leave until you believe me, Cherry."

Day 8:
"I would rather spend my life waiting outside your door than live a lifetime knowing I gave up on you."

Day 9:
"I don't care if you ignore me. I don't care if you pretend I don't exist. I will still love you."

The letters kept coming.

Day after day. Night after night.

But she never picked them up. She never acknowledged them. She never gave any sign that she even saw them.

Nikshant ran a tired hand through his hair, his fingers threading through the messy strands as he stared at his own reflection.

Dark circles. Pale skin. A hollow expression.

He looked nothing like the man he once was, and maybe that was the punishment he deserved.

His sleepless nights had carved deep shadows beneath his eyes, his body growing weaker with each passing day. But the ache in his chest hurt far more than his exhausted frame ever could.

And yet he didn't stop. Because stopping meant losing her.

He picked up the neatly folded apology letter from the table, gripping it tightly as if it held the power to fix everything.

Today.

Maybe today would be the day she finally softened. Maybe today she would at least read it in front of him instead of pretending his words meant nothing. Maybe today she would.

His thoughts were cut off as he walked out of the room, his legs automatically taking him towards his daily mission.

Delivering the letter to Aaravi.

Trying to fix his mistakes. Trying to earn her forgiveness.

He found her standing in the garden, her back turned to him.