\\ A painful Reunion \\

Part 21 no reason ?

It was the night before the grand Garba function. The whole house buzzed with excitement — cousins trying on lehengas, aunties preparing diyas, and music playing in every corner.

But Y/N?

She sat quietly on the floor of her room, searching through her suitcase for her favorite dupatta.

As she reached under a folded saree...

Her fingers brushed against something strange.

A cream-colored envelope... and a small velvet pouch.

Confused, she opened the envelope.

It was handwritten.

From Jin.

The Letter

"Y/N...

By the time you read this, you'll be in a world full of colors and family and everything you deserve. I'm sorry I didn't have the courage to say it face-to-face.

I saw how strong you were becoming — and I knew you didn't need me to save you anymore.

You're meant for so much more, Y/N. To rise, to heal, to lead... and I'm afraid that staying by your side might slow your flight.

That's why I've decided to leave the university.

I'll be gone before you return.

Her hands trembled.

Tears welled in her eyes.

But the letter wasn't over.

I'll never forget...

The first time you stood in front of my desk, unsure but brave.

The day you shared your panic attack with me, and I realized how much pain you hide behind your smile.

The night you danced like the world didn't owe you pain.

You were never just a student, Y/N. You became the light I didn't know I needed.

But you deserve to shine without my shadow."

A single tear hit the paper.

She opened the velvet pouch.

Inside was a delicate necklace — a silver chain with a tiny moon pendant.

Attached was a note.

"For the girl who taught me how to feel again."

She clutched the necklace to her chest, falling onto the bed, sobbing silently.

Everything blurred — the music, the celebration outside, the voices calling her name.

Her chest ached.

He left... just for her future.

And it hurt more than anything ever had.

The music had started.

Dhol beats filled the air, lights sparkled like stars, and cousins pulled her out of the room, all excited for Garba night.

Y/N wiped her tears quickly, slid the necklace into her blouse, and forced a smile.

"Come on, you're the best dancer here!" someone shouted.

She nodded.

But her heart?