𝐔𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞: 𝐀 𝐏𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐓𝐨 𝐎𝐮𝐫 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐲

Chapter 40

N I K S H A N T

"Shayad humari yeh kahani... adhoori hi rahegi," she whispered, her voice fragile, barely above a breath.

(Maybe our story... will remain incomplete.)

And just like that—she walked away.

I stood there... frozen. Watching her fading out of the room like the last trace of light before darkness takes over. My chest tightened, something inside me tearing apart silently. My fists clenched on their own, nails digging into my palms, trying to ground myself through the ache.

Tears streamed down my face—silent, hot, and helpless.

Her words... her final words kept ringing in my ears.

"Shayad humari yeh kahani adhoori hi rahegi..."

(Maybe our story... will remain incomplete.)

Again and again.

Like a cruel echo in an empty hall, bouncing off the broken walls of my heart.

I stayed there, on my knees, where she left me—where her words shattered me.

"Shayad humari yeh kahani adhoori hi rahegi..."

(Maybe our story... will remain incomplete.)

It felt like my world stopped with that one sentence. My lungs refused to breathe properly, as if her leaving sucked all the air out of the room. I brought my hand to my chest, trying to calm the storm inside, but it only made me feel the emptiness deeper.

I've lost people before... but losing her? It feels like I'm losing the very reason I ever dreamed of being a better man.

She was the reason.

The only reason.

I stood up slowly, legs weak, mind screaming, heart pleading for something that might never return. I walked toward the mirror in the corner of the room and looked at the man staring back at me.

Was this the man she was supposed to trust?

The one she was meant to fall in love with?

No. This... this was the monster that once made her feel worthless, that broke her spirit, that never deserved her light.

And yet—despite every sin I committed against her—she still cried for me today.

She still trembled under my touch, not in fear, but with a pain so raw it mirrored my own.

She still feels.

And that makes it worse. Because feelings are dangerous. They pull you close, give you hope, before throwing you into hell again.

Her words... her tears... her silence... everything echoed in my head.

I wanted to run to her. To fall at her feet. To beg until her hatred melted into forgiveness. But what right do I even have anymore?

I treated her love like a burden, her presence like a test, her pain like noise—and now I want her back?