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...
Ek shaks hai Jo door baith kar Mujhe Rulata bahut hai, Janta Hai Haal Mera Phir bhi Mujhko tadpata bahut hai, janta hai woh mai marti hu uspar tab bhi Mujhko aazmata bahut hai, hasta Hua Ek Chehra Hai Jo Mujhko Rulata bahut hai..!!
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Adair blinked, caught off guard by the directness.
"She is not real, Mishti," he said quickly. Too quickly.
The answer came like a defense, not reassurance.
Mishti's smile softened. She leaned sideways, resting her head gently against his shoulder again. This time the movement was slower, deliberate.
"But I am real," she said quietly.
She shifted closer to him, her shoulder pressing more firmly against his chest. The warmth between them deepened, no longer accidental but chosen.
"And I'm also capable..." she said softly, her voice no longer teasing, no longer wrapped in metaphor. "Of helping you now, Adair."
His throat went dry.
There was no drama in her tone. No exaggeration. Just quiet certainty.
From his side, the words did not feel like comfort. They felt like warning bells wrapped in silk. Helping him with what? What did she think she knew? What did she thinking that her doing is helping me?
He didn't let the questions reach his face.
Instead, he cupped her arm gently and guided her down onto the pillow. The movement was careful, protective, as if she were something fragile that needed guarding from even her own thoughts.
"Rest now," he said softly. "Sleep early."
His hand brushed a strand of hair away from her forehead.
"You have college tomorrow."
She caught his wrist before he could pull away and tugged him down slightly so that he had to lean closer to her. Her smile had softened, edges blurred by sleep.
"Same for you too," she murmured.
There was no tension in her now. No hidden cloud in her eyes. Just warmth.
She reached out in the darkness and turned off the bedside lamp.
The room fell into black.
Only the faint city glow filtered through the curtains, sketching pale outlines across the ceiling. Their breaths became the loudest sound in the room.
Mishti adjusted once, then settled. Within minutes, her breathing slowed into a steady rhythm. Calm. Untroubled. One hand rested loosely near his chest, fingers barely touching him as if even in sleep she refused to let distance grow again.
Adair lay on his back, staring at the faint outline of her face.
In the dark, she looked younger. Softer. The sharpness of her expressions faded, leaving only the girl beneath everything. Her lashes rested quietly against her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted, her breath warm against his collarbone.
