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It was 3:04 A.M.
The night outside was a thick blanket of silence. But inside Gauri, there was a storm. Her hands trembled as she raised them to knock again. Two soft taps... then one harder.
The door creaked open.
And there he was.
Shivansh.
His hair messy, brows pulled into that signature frown, eyes heavy with exhaustion-or was it something else?
The rooms light flicked on. Her secret was exposed in a single flicker.
Messy hair. Smudged lipstick. Red, swollen eyes. Tear tracks on her cheeks like forgotten rain.
For a second, she saw it.
A flicker.
In his eyes.
Shock?
Panic?
But then it disappeared. He wore his usual mask-calm, cold, unreadable.
She didn't wait. She stepped in, grabbed his collar with both hands, and whispered, her voice barely holding together-
"Shivu... why are you doing this to me? Please-tell me this is a lie. Tell me she's not Miss Secret. That it's all some joke. That you couldn't have believed she was me..."
Her heart thundered in her chest. She could barely breathe. Everything inside her felt cracked and trembling.
Please, just say it's not true. Just tell me you know it was me all along.
But instead, he peeled her hands off like they were thorns on his shirt.
"Gauri... go to sleep. It's late."
His voice was low. Distant. Like she didn't matter.
He turned.
And in that moment-panic.
She lunged forward, wrapping her arms around him from behind. Her face buried into his back, where his heartbeat used to feel like home.
"I love you, Shivu... So much. I am Miss Secret. I did it all for you. Every word. Every line. Every story-was for you. I've loved you for eight years. Eight years, Shivu. I just never had the courage to say it out loud. But I should've, shouldn't I? Even if we're different-even if there's an age gap. Even if the whole world stands in our way-I'd fight them all. For you. Just... once... give my love a chance."
She closed her eyes.
Please turn around. Please say you love me back. Please...
But instead, he slowly pulled her arms off again. This time, like her touch was fire.
He turned.
And her eyes-drenched, wide-met his stone face.
"Go to sleep, Gauri. Please."
No. No. You're lying. I know you're lying.
She reached for his face, cupping his cheek, eyes searching for the truth he was hiding.
"You love me, Shivu. I know you do. Please... just say she's not your girlfriend. Say it's not true. I've seen the way you look at me. You can lie to everyone else-but not to me. I can't live without you."
She choked on her own breath. Her voice cracked again.
But this time... he stepped away.
Something inside her broke.
He stared at her, jaw clenched.
And then-
He snapped.
"Love? Really, Gauri? What the hell are you even saying?"
His voice sliced through her.
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