Forever His

Chapter 87: Open doors

⚠️TW: Sexual Assault. Feel free to skip if needed.⚠️

Shahmeer's POV:

The room is a mess—just like my head.

Her scent still lingers in the air, soft and warm, woven into the fabric of the pillow she always hugs when she's cold. I should leave it all alone. Should let it breathe. But my eyes land on her laptop, left half-open on the edge of the bed, and something pulls at me. Maybe it's stupid curiosity. Or maybe it's this ache in my chest that's desperate for answers.

The screen's still on. A folder blinks back at me.

HIM.

I pause.

My pulse skips.

I shouldn't open it.

But I do.

There's a file inside, titled "what I'll never say." I click. The document unfolds like a secret spilling onto the screen.

He walks like storms don't scare him,
But they live in his chest.
He looks like war,
And still makes my heart rest.
I swore to hate him—
But now I only fall,
Into the spaces between his silences,
And the softness behind his wall.

My throat tightens.

No name. No clues. Just feelings. Real. Raw. Desperate.

But not for me. They can't be for me. She didn't say anything. Not when I told her I loved her. Not when I stood there soaked and shivering, pouring my soul out.

So it must be Rohail.

Of course it's Rohail.

I slam the laptop shut just as the door opens and Kiran walks in with a tray.

"Meeroo ji," she says gently, "you haven't eaten since you came back..."

"I'm not hungry," I mutter, eyes fixed on the carpet. "Give it to someone else."

She hesitates. Then places the tray on the side and looks around. The room's a wreck—pillows thrown, water glass shattered on the floor. Her eyes land on me. I know I must look like hell. Probably do.

She starts cleaning anyway.

"You don't have to do that," I say quietly. "I'll get to it later."

"There's broken glass everywhere," she says, crouching down. "You'll get hurt."

I sigh and rub my face with my hands. I let her do it. I don't have the energy to argue.

After a minute, she glances up at me. "Did you both have a fight?"

I don't answer for a while. Then, almost under my breath, I say, "She likes someone else."

Kiran stops mid-movement, blinking up at me like I've just said something absurd.

"That's not true."

I let out a bitter laugh. "You didn't read what I just read."

"I don't need to," she says firmly, standing now. "I've seen the way she looks at you."

My brows knit together. "What are you talking about?"

"She loves you more than anyone in this universe. You've always been there for her whether she needed you or not. She loves you. She's the only person who when you come infront of her, her eyes sparkle and she feels like she doesn't have to worry about anything. Her eyes speak volumes you were never able to hear or see. The eyes never lie. You think you don't have competition?" she smiles sadly. "She gets gifts. Random ones. Creepy, anonymous things. And when she got one a few weeks ago, she thought it was from you."