Life has a strange way of moving on, even when your heart doesn't.
The city doesn't stop. Trains still rush past, crowds still swarm, and the waves still crash on the shore-careless to the storm inside you.
For weeks after that Sunday, I carried my silence like a punishment. I went to work, came home, smiled when I had to, laughed when it was expected. But inside, I was hollow.
And Dev?
He stopped calling. Stopped waiting outside the office. Stopped showing up at our door with coffee.
The absence of his presence was louder than any words.
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Priya was restless. She tiptoed around me, trying not to push but unable to hide her concern. One evening, as we sat on the balcony with mugs of chai, she finally broke.
"Neha, you've changed," she said softly, her eyes fixed on the sea.
I forced a smile. "I'm fine."
"No, you're not," she whispered, turning toward me. "You're shrinking. I see you pretending every day. And Dev-" She stopped herself, biting her lip.
The sound of his name alone made my heart jolt. "What about Dev?"
Priya hesitated before speaking. "He came to meet me last week. At the café near office."
My fingers tightened around my cup. "Oh."
"He looked... lost," she continued, her voice trembling. "But then he smiled, and told me something."
My breath caught. "What?"
Priya closed her eyes for a second before answering.
"He's leaving Mumbai."
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✈️ The Promotion
The words hit me like a slap. My chest constricted.
"Leaving?" I managed, though my throat was dry.
She nodded. "He's been promoted. His company wants him to head a new project in Singapore. It's huge, Neha. The kind of promotion people dream of."
A bitter laugh escaped my lips. "Of course. He deserves it. He's brilliant."
Priya reached for my hand, squeezing it. "He didn't look happy. He told me... he told me the city feels empty now. That every corner reminds him of you."
Tears blurred my vision. I turned my face away quickly, afraid Priya would see the truth in my eyes.
"He asked me if you were okay," she whispered. "And I couldn't lie. I told him you weren't. That you were breaking too."
Her words made me flinch. My secret wasn't safe anymore.
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That evening, I stay at my bed, staring at the ceiling. Every memory of Dev came rushing back-the first time I saw him by the waves, the way his laughter melted my walls, the long walks where time slipped away unnoticed.
I remembered the way he looked at me, like I was the only person in the world.
And I remembered the look in his eyes when I told him to stop trying.
That haunted expression refused to leave me.
The room felt suffocating. I walked to the balcony, staring at the dark stretch of the Arabian Sea. The sound of the waves carried me back to our Sundays at the beach, to the sand between our toes, to his hand brushing mine.There is no sunset today sky is darkened by rain clouds. My eyes started to water..
suddenly rain started pouring.The nature is crying with me today.
I broke down, clutching the railing, sobbing silently.
Why did I let him go? Why couldn't I fight?
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The next day, as Priya was leaving for work, she paused at the door. "Neha, he's flying in two weeks."
I froze.
She bit her lip. "He asked if you'd want to meet. One last time."
My heart twisted. Part of me wanted to run to him immediately, to fall into his arms and beg him not to leave. But another part-the part chained to my family's expectations-held me back.
"I don't know," I whispered.
Priya's eyes softened, full of unspoken words. "Neha, sometimes life only gives you one chance to say what your heart really feels. Don't waste it."
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For days, I lived in a haze. Work became a blur. Priya tiptoed around me, giving me space but also watching me like I might collapse any second.
At night, I'd lie awake, replaying Dev's smile in my mind, his voice in my ears. And every morning, I'd wake up with the same ache-the ache of a love that I had caged, suffocated, strangled.
Finally, one night, I whispered to myself:
"I love him. I never stopped."
And that truth, though it hurt, felt like breathing after drowning.
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✨ End of Chapter 7 ✨
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UnFaded Twilight
RomanceSome stories are incomplete but they are beautiful... Like incomplete pair of Romeo and Juliet left alive by the Montagues and the Capulets;killed by the distance of the sun and moon...
