Ye tune kya kiya

Broken trust

Author's POV:

The night had crept into its darkest hour, and the basement echoed with an unsettling silence broken only by muffled music from upstairs.

The air was damp and heavy, the scent of old cement and rust lingering. Yatharth stepped down into the cold, dimly lit basement, . He had come to retrieve his bike, parked in the corner of the lower level. But as his boots hit the basement floor, a sound caught his attention.

It was faint, barely audible over the pulsing bass from above-but it was there. A soft sob.

His brows furrowed, and his body tensed as he looked around, the shadows wrapping the room in mystery. That sound-it wasn't unfamiliar. There was pain in it, fear even. Something inside him twisted.

He called out, his voice low and cautious, "Kaun hai wahan...?"

Only silence responded. A heavy, choking silence that made his skin crawl.

Then again-a soft thud. Like a palm hitting a door. His eyes sharpened.

Flashlight.

He pulled out his phone, turned on the flashlight, and directed it toward the dark end of the room. His breath hitched when the beam landed on a door-metallic, bolted from the outside.

The sound came again. This time louder. A knock, a plea.

He rushed toward the door, his heart thumping against his ribs. The closer he got, the more a sense of dread washed over him. He gently placed his hand on the doorknob and slowly turned it open with precision, careful not to startle whoever was inside. The rusty hinges creaked as the door gave way.

The beam of his phone's flashlight cut through the gloom and fell on a figure curled up on the floor near the wall.

Aarohi.

His heart dropped. She was sitting with her knees tucked into her chest, arms wrapped tightly around them, her body trembling like a leaf. Her face was pale, eyes swollen from crying, and her hair messily stuck to her cheeks from dried tears. Her clothes was slightly dusted with dirt, and her breath came in shallow hiccups.

For a moment, Yatharth couldn't move. The girl he wanted to protect with his life ...... this broken.

Then his body surged forward. He crouched beside her, gently taking her arms in his hands.

"Aarohi! What the hell happened? Are you okay? Why are you here? You had left for home, na?" His voice trembled with panic, and he tried to steady it.

Aarohi looked up at him, her vision blurred with tears. Her voice cracked and broke as she spoke, hoarse from all the shouting and crying.

"Anjali... she brought me here. Said I had to keep this box in the storeroom. She locked the door and disappeared. My phone was dead... I banged and screamed but no one heard me. There were cockroaches, spiders... I was so scared. I couldn't breathe... I just... I didn't know what to do."

Her words came out in gasps, each one heavier than the last. Yatharth's chest constricted painfully.

Without a word, he enveloped her in his arms. She didn't resist. She melted into him like a child clinging to their only source of safety. His arms tightened around her as he whispered gently, "I'm here now\... You're okay... I won't let anything happen to you."

He lifted her into his arms, carefully cradling her against his chest. She instinctively wrapped her arms around his neck, her grip tight as if afraid he'd disappear too.

With careful steps, he carried her back up the basement stairs. The sounds of the party grew louder as they neared the ground floor, but it felt distant, irrelevant.

He placed her gently on a step just near the top, brushing her hair away from her face.

"I'll be right back. Don't move, okay? I'll get you water."

She nodded weakly, hugging her knees. Yatharth disappeared into the hallway.

Aarohi sat in silence, the weight of the evening pressing heavily on her shoulders. Her fingers were still trembling slightly, her body aching from the cold and fear.

And then she heard it.

Voices.

"I'm so glad you helped me... It wouldn't have done without you," came Tarun's voice.

Aarohi's breath caught in her throat.

"Arey, what are you saying? Your sister is just getting what she deserves," replied another voice-Sunhina's.

Her brother and Suhina did that....

Aarohi froze. Her world tilted. Her ears rang.

Aarohi's mouth parted, but no words came. Her eyes widened as tears brimmed again, but this time they didn't fall from sadness alone-they burned with betrayal.

Her brother. Her own brother.

Her thoughts spiraled. *Did I really deserve this?* *Am I that bad?* *He planned this? All of this?*

The conversation faded into background noise as her soul shrank under the weight of what she had just learned.

She felt hollow. Shattered.

Her fragile hope that maybe, just maybe, her bond with Tarun could be healed-it cracked completely in that moment.

Yatharth returned, a glass of water in hand. He noticed the blankness in her eyes and crouched down immediately.

"Here... drink this. You need it," he said gently.

She accepted the glass with trembling fingers and drank.

He saw something had changed in her. Something had broken.

She didn't say a word, only handed the glass back.

Yatharth frowned. "Come. I'll drop you home."

She stood wordlessly, walking beside him. Her gait was slow, robotic.

They stepped out into the cool night, the stars blurred by city lights.

But for Aarohi, the world had lost its color.

And for Yatharth, her silence screamed louder than any cry.

"Wait here I'll bring my bike"

He looked at her and made a quiet vow to himself-whatever happened next, he wouldn't let her face it alone.

Then he went away to bring his bike

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OMG!! Double update vo bhi maine kiya.. Meto khud shocked hu ye kaise ho gaya . But trust me next chapter is going to be fun You all will definitely like Aarohi's bitchy side ...

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