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The smell of antiseptic burned my nose.White lights.Cold floors. Doctors rushing past like my world hadn’t just shattered.
Through the glass window I could see them surrounding Yash. Machines beeped rapidly as doctors pressed against his wound, trying to stop the bleeding.The man who had just taken a bullet… for me.
My fingers pressed harder against the glass.“Don’t die…” whispered.Because I wasn’t ready to face everything alone.Behind me, Yash’s friends stood silently in the corridor.
Watching me.
Waiting.
Just like they always had.The thought suddenly made something inside me snap.Slowly, I turned toward them.“Tell me the truth.”My voice was low.But sharp enough to cut.They didn’t move.
“anvi—”“The truth!” I shouted.My voice echoed through the empty corridor. Aarush bhai sighed.“You remembered everything… didn’t you?”
My jaw tightened.“Answer my question.”Finally he spoke. “After the accident… you lost your memory completely.”My fingers curled into fists.
“You didn’t remember your parents. Your house. Your name.”
“So you replaced it?” I said bitterly.
“It was the only way to keep you alive.”A hollow laugh escaped my lips.“Alive?”My voice rose.“Alive as who?!”Silence.
“Say it,” I demanded.
“Say the name you gave me.” Rajbeer bhai finally whispered it.
“Anvi.”
The name echoed inside my head like a cruel joke.
An identity.
A lie.
A life that never belonged to me.“You all watched me live a lie,” Iwhispered. “You knew I was Vanya Sharma.”
“You knew my parents were murdered.”
“And you let me walk around like some stranger in my own life.”
“anvi, Yash did it to protect you.”
My head snapped up.
“Protect me?”
My voice trembled with anger.“You erased me!”The corridor fell silent.
“If Vikram knew you were alive—”
“And that gave you the right to decide who I am?!” I shouted.My chest rose and fell violently.
“You stole my life!”
“You stole my parents’ memory!”
“You stole my name!”
No one answered.Because they couldn’t.Because they knew it was true.
