𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐎𝐕𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐎 : 𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐎𝐧 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐬

..𝐀𝐁𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍..

unwind with - Hamari Adhuri Kahani by Arijit Singh, Jeet Gannguli

The river moved on, indifferent and unyielding, while I remained collapsed on the bank, a shell of warmth and life, abandoned.
The night air scraped against my skin like a cruel whisper and each gust carried the echo of his betrayal.
I could not distinguish the cold from the hollow gnawing at my chest.
Every stone beneath my trembling hands pressed reminders into me, as if the world itself conspired to hold me accountable for believing.
My tears mingled with the damp earth, a silent testament to a love that had been stolen, twisted and discarded.
Nothing existed outside this grief, nothing breathed but the echo of everything I had lost.

The shadows around me flickered with memories I could not banish, ghosts of laughter and whispers now carved in jagged edges.
His voice haunted me, a phantom touch against the hollows of my heart.
I had trusted him with every secret, every fear, every unguarded moment and he had folded them into weapons against me.
My chest heaved violently, lungs raw from the weight of betrayal I could not name.
Rage flickered beneath the surface, molten and jagged but it did nothing to dull the ache that hollowed me entirely.
I felt suspended between life and death, tethered only by the memory of him.

The stars above offered no solace, only distant judgment, their cold light reflecting my desolation.
Every ripple of the river seemed to carry his mockery, each wave a whisper reminding me of how foolish I had been.
I pressed my face into my knees, wishing the earth would open, wishing to vanish entirely, wishing to erase the memory of his hands, his eyes, his lips.
The betrayal gnawed relentlessly, a parasite in my chest and I shivered with the weight of having loved too much, too fully, too blindly.
The wind moved over me, unrelenting, carrying the scent of wet stone and grief and I could not tell if I shivered from cold or from the collapse of all I had believed.

I remembered the nights we spent tangled in warmth, the fragile trust I had placed in him as if it were my only lifeline.
Each word, each touch, each promise now burned in retrospect, scalding and precise.
He had not merely left me, he had dismantled every certainty, every hope, every fragment of self I had built around him.
The river whispered in steady cadence, but its voice was cruel, mocking me with its constancy while my world had shattered.
My fingers clawed into the stones beneath me, desperate to anchor in something unyielding, yet all the solid surfaces around me were indifferent to my ruin.