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The door clicked softly behind her as Shivika stepped into the dimly lit bedroom. The fairy lights tangled around her headboard cast warm, golden halos on the walls. Her reflection in the mirror looked still. Still—but not peaceful.
She sat at the edge of the bed, hands clasped tightly in her lap, her mind spinning.
> “I’ve forgiven someone… who never said sorry.”
The words she had said during the game echoed in her head.
She swallowed.
Why did I say that?
Was it the game? The pressure? Or… did I mean it?
She tucked her knees to her chest and rested her chin against them. The night outside was pitch black—Shimla's hills draped in silence.
> “Did I forgive him… or did I just stop bleeding?”
Her mind raced back to moments she’d buried:
Unanswered calls.
The way he shut her out.
Her bruised elbows that night.
The locked gate.
His silence when she needed words.
> “Do we forgive because someone changes… or because we can’t carry the weight anymore?”
She exhaled deeply.
The way he had looked at her during the dare—it wasn’t just a stare. It was searching. Scared. Like he was afraid of what he’d find in her eyes… or worse, that he’d find nothing.
> “I told him I forgave him.”
“But then why does it still ache?”
Her voice barely left her lips, but it was honest:
> “I don’t know if I’ve forgiven you, Siddharth.” “But I do know I don’t hate you anymore…”
And somehow, that scared her more than anything.
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Siddharth sat motionless by the fireplace, elbows propped on his knees, staring at the dancing shadows cast by the flames.
Everyone else had moved on with the night—Vibha upstairs editing reels, Karan and Kritika taking a walk, Tanya probably filming her fifth “candid” story.
But him?
He was still stuck on five words:
> “I’ve forgiven someone who never said sorry.”
He clenched his fists.
She meant him. He knew it.
> “She forgave me?” “When?”
He thought of the night she left. Of all the chances he didn’t take. Of all the pain she swallowed without a word.
> “I wasn’t even man enough to say sorry.”
He exhaled sharply.
> “Do you forgive the one who broke you because you’re finally stronger?” “Or because some part of you still believes they didn’t mean to?”
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Fantasy💔 "She waited her whole life to confess... but he kissed someone else." SHIVIKA MALHOTRA - 22, hopeless romantic, secretly in love with her childhood best friend SIDDHARTH SINGHANIA. She had loved him for years - through every heartbreak, every lat...
