Chapter 55- Dead Ends

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The next update is on 6th of July 2025, Sunday at 10:30 pm IST.

My exams started yesterday, I wrote this chapter urgently because I didn't want to make you guys wait a month long. So this is it- the suspense is revealed before I go on a study break (Right- exams are breaks for me).

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*RANVIJAY'S POV*:-

She walked away from me.

Her Ranvijay.

The sight of hers blurred and I felt wettness coat my cheeks. Only that's when I realise that I had started tearing up.

I felt complete.

The turmoil of my heart had ended at a mere glimpse of her.

Wasn't I supposed to feel jealous seeing her smile and hug her employer ?

But instead I felt happy when he made her smile. The light in her eyes were the source of my happiness.

And her curse at me earlier ?

I was amused.

I mean, I always knew that Nishtha was a fighter but she would curse with her tongue too. My chest vibrated in a hearty laughter as the scene flashed in my mind again.

But the laughter died down when her teary face flashed in front of me. That, those tears clutched my heart in an iron grip.

"Maaf mat karo lekin maafi ke layak ban saku uske liye mauke toh dedo.,"
(Don't forgive me, but atleast give me a chance to become worthy of your forgiveness) I whispered, seeing her rush away amidst the sand storm going on.

The sky had darkened, a middy haze cricled the horizon like a tornado making the trees shake violently. Wind blew with a shrill smooth sound disturbed by the heavy footing of the people running around for refuge.

I blinked my eyes rapidly, the grains of dust particles disturbed my vision, stinging my eyes.

And by the time I opened my eyes, Nishtha was out of sight, no hazy figure, nothing.

I bent forward, quickening my pace, hoping to reach to her sooner.

The climate had taken a drastic turn, something close to dangerous and I needed make sure that Nishtha reached her accomodation safely.

I held my hand over my head, making a flimsy barrier for my eyes as I walked through the storm.

My mind had mapped the way to her apartment.

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