What happens if the guy you truly love takes you for granted?
What happens if you are treated like a slave in your own house?
What happens if he accuses you of not trusting him when he doesn't trust you?
What happens if a guy has to choose between...
I watch Khushi leave the room and let out a breath I didn't realise I was holding. Just then, the door opens, and Akash walks in. He hesitates before walking toward me, silently checking my forehead for a fever. His touch is gentle, but I pull back slightly. Without saying a word, he leaves the room and returns with a glass of water and a tablet. Akash (softly) – Payal, please take this medicine. Me (crossing my arms) – No. Who knows what's in it? Akash flinches at my words. His face twists in pain, and for a moment, he just stares at me. Akash (whispering) – I'm sorry... I shouldn't have hurt you like that. Me (angry) – Seriously? You hurt me to the point where I regret ever choosing to help you! When I decided to help you, I thought— (voice breaking) I thought maybe... it was a chance for you to win me over. But you lost that chance, Akash. I bite my lip, trying to stop the tears from falling. I didn't want to show my weakness in front of him. But despite my best efforts, the tears escape, slipping down my cheeks. For the first time in years, Akash doesn't try to argue. He doesn't try to justify his actions or tell me I'm wrong. Instead, he just reaches out and places a comforting hand on my shoulder. Akash (softly) – Payal... cry as much as you want. Let it all out. You've carried too much pain alone for too long. I know I was a terrible husband and an even worse father, but if nothing else, let me be your friend today. Just for today, let me be there for you. I lift my tear-filled eyes to his. There's something raw, something honest in them. My heart tells me to believe him, to take that small step forward. But my brain reminds me of the years of pain, of neglect, of the times he put others before me. I shake my head and pull back.
Me (coldly) – Like you said, you failed as a husband and father. What makes you think you'd be a good friend?
Akash doesn't argue. He doesn't try to defend himself. Instead, he places the medicine in my hand and sets a pillow and blanket on the couch.
Akash (quietly) – I know you have a hard time accepting me. I respect that. Just... take the medicine.
With that, he walks out, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
I sighed, looking at the pill in my hand.
Maybe he has changed. Maybe not.
But one thing is for sure...
I'm not ready to trust him yet.
Next Day
Arnav's POV
As soon as my eyes flutter open, I feel an unfamiliar warmth beside me. My gaze fell on Khushi, curled up peacefully, her delicate features relaxed in sleep. It has been so long since I have seen her like this—at peace, without the burden of hatred or pain marring her expression. My chest tightens at the thought.
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I have been a fool.
I should have fought for her, should have held onto her when she walked away. But instead, I let my ego, my own misguided pride, dictate my actions. Seeing her now, sleeping beside me, unaware of my gaze, I feel the guilt claw at my heart. How much pain did she have to endure because of me? How many nights had she spent restless, angry, and alone while I convinced myself that she would come back on her own?
