Healing each other

chapter 52

With one final, painful thrust, he pulled away and laid beside her.

Rooh blinked slowly, her heart still pounding—not from passion, but from the sudden shift in his tone. His words echoed in her ears, cold and cruel.

“Wh…what did… you say?” she asked, her voice trembling, barely a whisper.

Vihaan smirked, turning his face toward her but keeping his body relaxed. “What you heard,” he said flatly, voice dripping with venom.

Rooh sat up abruptly, the blankets clutched tightly to her chest. Her wide, confused eyes searched his face for some sign that he was joking. But there was nothing—only a hollow coldness where warmth used to be.

“I don’t… I don’t understand,” she stammered, her throat tightening.

Vihaan sat up slowly, the sheets slipping down his bare torso. He swung his legs over the edge of the bed, facing away from her. “You don’t need to understand. Just know I meant every word.”

Tears welled up in Rooh’s eyes as her body began to tremble again—this time not with shyness or hesitation, but with confusion, pain, and a sense of betrayal far deeper than anything she had ever known.

“Why?” she whispered.

Vihaan stood, walking to the window, the moonlight casting a harsh silver glow on his face. His jaw clenched. “Because loving you was the biggest mistake of my

Vihaan stood silently for a moment, then walked across the room and dropped onto the couch. He pulled out a cigarette, lit it with a flick of his lighter, and took a slow drag, the smoke curling lazily into the air.

Rooh watched him, confused and trembling, still holding the blanket to her chest. “Vihaan… what are your sayings? And why are you doing this ?

He exhaled a stream of smoke, eyes fixed ahead. “Revenge.”

Her heart skipped a beat. “Re…venge?” she repeated, her voice cracking.

Vihaan turned his head slightly, his gaze sharp and distant. “Yeah. Revenge.”

Rooh’s brows furrowed, her breath shallow. “Revenge… from me? For what?”

He gave a dry, humorless chuckle. “You really don’t get it, do you?” He stood again, walking toward her slowly, the cigarette dangling between his fingers. “I never loved you, Rooh. Not for a second. Every word, every touch—it was all part of the plan.”

Rooh’s lips parted, disbelief flooding her face. “You’re lying…”

“I wish I was,” he said coldly, crouching in front of her. “But this? This is just the beginning.”

Rooh tried to get up, but as she shifted, a sharp pain surged through her body. She gasped, her hand flying to her leg where blood had started to stain the sheets beneath her. Her eyes widened in panic.

She clutched the blanket tighter, her body trembling, blood still slowly trailing down her thigh. “You used me,” she whispered, broken.

Vihaan’s jaw tightened, but his voice was flat. “And I’ll keep using you—until there’s nothing left to break.”

Why, Vihaan?! Why are you doing this to me?!” she shouted, broken. “I thought you needed me… I thought you loved me! I kept thinking maybe you were just hurting, maybe that’s why you were being cold, distant… but this—what revenge are you even talking about?!”

Vihaan stood slowly, his expression unreadable as he walked back toward her. The silence between them felt suffocating.

He stopped just in front of her, looking down with narrowed eyes. “I’ll tell you,” he said coolly, “but before that… clean this mess.”