𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐔𝐧𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐕𝐨𝐰𝐬

Chapter 35 :- WHAT'S HAPPENING...

The updates will be delayed as I have finally graduated and come to face this job market I have been depressed and demotivated as it's been 2 month and I haven't got any job I'm still trying but as a fresher it's difficult and apart from all this I just can't seem to keep my mind sane. So as a result I was not able to write and think clearly. So please bear with it I'll update as soon as I complete writing the chapters and you guys also please vote and comment.
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Nayan’s POV

A week later, everything had finally begun to settle into a rhythm again. Not the same rhythm as before …no, that life felt like it belonged to someone else but a quieter, steadier one. The kind that didn’t demand too much from me, the kind that allowed me to breathe without feeling like my chest would cave in at any second.

The house, however, was anything but quiet.

Ever since Mehek had dropped the unexpected news of her engagement, chaos had taken over every corner of our lives. Preparations, laughter,teasing, discussions everything seemed to move at a pace I was still learning to match. And yet, for me, I didn’t feel left behind.

I was trying. And maybe… I was finally healing.

The whole week both Arush bhai and Shreyas were trying to stabilize maa’s company and I was learning a thing or two about business as well.

Now, sitting in front of the vanity mirror now, I stared at my reflection, almost as if I were looking at a stranger. My fingers rested lightly against the edge of the table as my gaze traced every detail , my face, my eyes, the faint softness that had returned to them, the absence of that constant, suffocating fear.

I looked… different.

Not completely healed or untouched by the past , but lighter now

For a whole week, he had been there. Not just present but truly there.

Through every therapy session, every breakdown, every moment when my voice trembled and my past clawed its way back into my present, he had stayed.

At first, it had been unbearably difficult. Every time I tried to open up, my mind would betray me, dragging me back into that dreadful night. The suffocating darkness, the locked door, the sound of rats scurrying in the silence, and my own voice, lost somewhere between screams that no one had heard.

Even remembering it made my fingers tremble but he never let me drown.

Every single time I slipped, he would pull me back gently, as if he knew exactly how fragile I was.

Sometimes it was just a whisper near my ear, soft words that didn’t always make sense but somehow anchored me.

Sometimes it was the warmth of his lips pressed against my forehead, grounding me.

Sometimes it was the quiet strength of his hand tightening around mine, reminding me that I wasn’t alone anymore.

And slowly, piece by piece, I had begun to let go, not completely but enough to breathe again.

Today, as I sat there, dressed in a floor-length gown of deep wine red a shade he gifted me at the time of our first shopping spare. I couldn’t help but notice how it complemented the version of me I was becoming.

The fabric flowed around me like quiet confidence, hugging me just enough to remind me that I existed, that I was real, that I was here.

The diamond set gifted by Siya Maa rested delicately against my skin, catching the light with every small movement, adding a subtle elegance I wasn’t used to seeing on myself. And wrapped around my wrist, my mangalsutra stayed close, not worn the usual way, but held like a promise, like something I was still learning to fully accept.