They were an unbreakable couple since school. Still, he cheated on her.
She loved him with all of her. Still, he broke her into millions of pieces.
She has no one except him. He has someone other than her.
She was tolerating bad behavior of his fami...
Roti hui aankhon mein, intezaar hota hai, Na chahtein hue bhi pyaar hota hai. Kyun dekhte hai, hum vo sapne, Jinke tutne par bhi, Unke sach hone ka intezaar hota hai.
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My exam is on the 17th. I just hope that all the effort I've put in over these six months finally pays off. I'm scared, exhausted 😭😭 Please pray for me. And... here's the chapter I promised.
Raghav walked slowly, his steps heavy like he was dragging the weight of his past behind him. His jaw clenched. Eyes red. He wasn't even sure where he was going his legs moved on their own.
Why did I say those words?
He hadn't meant them. Not like that. Not to Adair. Not the man who always stood behind him without ever asking for anything in return.
His throat tightened.
He respected him.
Maybe he never said it out loud but he did. Deeply. Even when he acted annoyed or distant, he knew... he felt it.
Adair was more than just a boss. More than just Ansh's elder brother.
We're... attached, Raghav admitted to himself silently. In a way I can't explain. The words he had hurled at Adair earlier echoed in his head like poison.
They weren't fair. They weren't true. They were from a place of hurt, not honesty.
And yet... he had said them.
He ran a hand through his hair, sighing hard.
At first, he had assumed Adair's kindness was just out of obligation because of Ansh. And maybe, back then, he was right.
But over time... Adair never once made him feel like a charity case. Never reminded him of the debt. Never treated him like a subordinate either.
He was always... there. In his quiet, composed, stubbornly kind way.
But Raghav?
He never let himself name that bond. Not after Ansh. Not after everything.
Ansh was the only friend I ever had. A bitter smile touched his lips.
He remembered the promise. They were just kids. Sitting on the rooftop, legs dangling off the edge, stars above them.
Ansh had said,
"No new friends after me. Promise?" And Raghav, without hesitation, had nodded.
"Promise." Back then, it felt like a game. Now, it felt like a vow carved into his soul.
After his mother died, and his father buried himself in alcohol and silence, Ansh had been the only one who truly listened. Who cared. Who stayed.
